"Blah." Talking

"Blah" Parseltongue

'Blah' Thinking

Blah Memories/Flashbacks

Blah Dreams

Lucius and Arthur just finished telling Dumbledore the events that happened in the Ministry when he flooed for Remus, Sirius, and Mad-eye. As the old man repeated the events of what he was told, the alarms in the office went off. These alarms sounded when fighting occurred in Hogwarts.

"Two students must be dueling again. Hold on." Albus sounded like this happened a lot, and as Lucius thought about his days at Hogwarts, he realized that this sort of thing must happen at least once weekly.

When he opened the door, Harry tumbled backwards. It was obvious that he had run here: he was sweaty and panting, and his glasses were askew. Black, true to his nature, immediately started to fawn over the boy.

"What happened, dear boy?" Lucius wondered if Albus called everyone 'dear boy' to avoid having to remember any names. The boy took out a stuffed plushy and a shrunken book, and put them on Albus' desk. Harry then moved the plushy to the ground and spoke a reverse incantation. It its' place was the girl that Lucius and Arthur saw at the Ministry.

"Tonks attacked me when I stopped Cho and took that book from her. Ginny and Luna were, at best, injured from Tonks attacking them on the fourth floor, or the fifth, I don't really remember." The second Miss Weasley's name was mentioned Arthur was out the door, and after Harry finished his explanation, Albus told Remus to follow the older man. Mad-Eye was dispatched to find Tonks.

The older man came back in the office in less then a minute, a stunned one-armed Tonks in tow.

"Who took off her arm?" Mad-eye's gruff voice asked, a lop-sided smile on his face.

"Gin'." Harry responded with a grin. Lucius was impressed; it wasn't every fourth year that could say she took a trained Auror's arm off.

"Luna, Luna, Luna." Ginny called out to the fallen girl, crawling down the stairs towards her. When Luna didn't respond, she started to panic. Whatever Tonks hit her with had broken both her knees, she was sure of it. And, damn, did it hurt.

She wasn't aware of her tears when she reached Luna's side, panting as she laid her head over her girlfriend's. Her head was aching from the effort of dragging herself down the stairs, and her vision was fading in and out.

"Well, well, well. This is certainly something I can use to my advantage. Good evening, Miss Weasley." Umbridge's fake simper was the last thing she heard for a while.

"Why did Umbridge want this book so badly, Tonks?" Albus asked the younger girl gently. She sneered and didn't answer. This should have been impossible, as they had poured Veritaserum down her throat eight minutes ago. Harry was getting annoyed; Arthur and Remus hadn't come back yet.

He looked around Dumbledore's office and his eyes landed on a candle stand. The candle was missing from its top, and it looked like it was there only for decoration.

"Tonks, what did she want with this book? What is it?" Lucius tried this time, voice promising pain, if there was no answer. Harry looked over just in time to see Tonks spit in his direction. Sirius made a frustrated sound, looking like he wanted to strangle the girl.

'Okay, enough of this bullshit.' He thought as he walked over and grasped the candle stand, and then walked back over to Tonks.

"Tonks, we don't have time for this bullshit. Answer the fucking questions." Harry looked at her coldly, his eyes warning her silently that he was serious. His godfather was looking at him worriedly; it warmed Harry's heart to know Sirius knew him well enough to know he was dead serious about using the candle stand.

"Think you're a big boy, Harry, carrying that big thing around? As if you'd have the guts to actually-" Harry hit her across the face with the candle stand with enough force that she went skidding across the floor a few feet.

Silence danced through the room, 'till it tripped over the sound of Tonks whimpering.

"She- she wanted to give it to the Minister, because he couldn't find it. Only- only someone who is related to someone who knows how to find it can locate the damn thing. The book- the book…" Here Tonks trailed off, ducking her head again as if to cry. Harry had, during her explanation, walked over to Sirius to snuggle into his side like a much younger child.

"The- the book is a recording of Merlin's last years. It- it includes spells lost to time and potions. I knew where it was, but I couldn't get to it myself, so I made Chang get it."

"Why couldn't you get it yourself, Tonks?" Sirius asked, his hands carding through Harry's hair. Harry closed his eyes and let his mind unravel, searching for Ginny and Luna. He was worried about the two of them.

Many people forgot how that, while the mind is a private place, it has a signal unique to itself, like magic and fingerprints. It was all a matter of locating the right signal. But most people forgot this skill long ago, and it was all Merlin's fault. Harry sighed; it all seemed to come back to Merlin one way or another.

Ginny's mind and Luna's mind had a very similar signal, with slight differences; proof that they were soul mates, that they shared the love-bond of lumen cara. Ginny's signal was bright red, like fire, but warm as a mother's embrace. Luna's signal was bright as well, warm in the same way Ginny's was, except hers was not red, but silver; silver like the moon she was named after.

Within a minute, he had located them both; they were together that much he was sure. They were in the castle, but before he could figure out where, his attention was abruptly centered on Ron and Hermione's signals. The signals that were currently coming closer to Ginny's and Luna's at a running pace.

Hermione's and Ron's signals were practically intertwined, both a blue flame licking at anything that comes near it. Hermione's was brighter, warmer, while Ron's was darker and colder. It was obvious that the two shared the love-bond mela zora.

Arthur saw his baby girl at the bottom of the flight of stairs he was descending. He saw the toad of a woman, Umbridge, grab her and the other young lady with blonde hair, and walk off with them. He was not fast enough, and he wasn't about to risk either one of the children to get hurt by a spell, so he didn't cast any at the woman.

"Arthur, we'll just follow her. It's all right." Remus' voice made him jump a bit; he hadn't known the other man was there with him. They made their way down the rest of the stairs, following the Defense professor silently. They were utterly unprepared when Ron and Hermione came running around the corner opposite them. Apparently, so was Umbridge.

"Accio Ginny!"

"Accio Luna!"

Ginny and Luna went flying out of Umbridge's arms. Ron caught Ginny, while Hermione barely managed to stay upright when Luna knocked into her. Both girls were set down gently behind the two teenagers. Umbridge raised her arm, wand in hand.

Arthur saw red. With a shouted curse, Umbridge went flying away from his children. She lay slumped in a corner, as Arthur rushed to the children to make sure they were alright.

Draco knew he should be in bed, asleep, but he really couldn't make himself fall asleep. He was giddy with lingering excitement from his time with Harry. He touched his lips for the nth time that night, savoring the memory of Harry's lips against his.

Harry was gentle and passionate and so very patient. Every time they kissed, Draco felt the night sky meet them, encircle them in a tight embrace.

Screaming, crying, and insane laughing. There was lots of blood.

Draco frowned. It was happening more often, these glimpses of something that seemed so familiar, yet he knew he'd never experienced. Most people would think they were going crazy if such things were happening to them, but Draco was not most people. He knew people often times recalled moments of their past life. He figured that was what was happening to him.

To remember your past life was both a blessing and a curse. It meant you were more powerful because of the magic involved in breaking open the memories that your soul carried; it also meant that you were different. Draco knew that different often meant dangerous. But more importantly…

What if he had a soul mate that wasn't Harry? The very idea made his chest tighten painfully; his world spun when he thought of this. It hurt to think, to move, to breath.

His world darkened as sleep finally pierced him, dragging him down into her watery arms.

"MY DAUGHTER, ALBUS! MY BABY GIRL!!" Arthur roared at the old man facing him. "THAT- THAT- THING TRIED TO HARM MY DAUGHTER!! MY BABY GIRL!!" They were discussing Umbridge and what to do with her. Albus knew the Ministry would never take his word, or anyone's word really, that Umbridge had any intention of harming the two fourth years. To them, that toad masquerading as a woman was practically Christ incarnate. It pissed him off, but his anger was nothing compared to Arthur's.

"Arthur, my boy, please calm down. I realize what has happened, but we can't do anything The Ministry-" Albus was cut off by Miss Granger.

"Shouldn't even be interfering with Hogwarts; it is not within their rights, as technically Hogwarts is not on English soil. However, I see the point you are trying to make, Headmaster. Mr. Weasley, please think of Ginny's safety, if Professor Dumbledore did tell someone within the Ministry what happened tonight: Harry would not be alone in the Media's smear campaign. Or worse, because she is a Pureblood and a Light Pureblood, Fudge could easily arrange for her to have an "accident" to make sure she doesn't try to get the public's sympathies. Right now, the only thing keeping Fudge in office is the public opinion. He would not think twice about killing a child to keep that as it is."

Arthur, if possible, looked even paler then a vampire.

They were certainly a sight to behold. Ginny and Luna were unconscious on two infirmary cots, with Ron and Hermione sitting next to Ginny on one bed, ignoring the two chairs nearby. Harry was sitting on Luna's cot, weaving the flowers Madam Pomfrey had conjured for Luna into a tiara. Sirius Black looked slightly bemused as he watched his godson from Luna's other side. Albus and Arthur were standing a few feet away, closer to the cot Umbridge was on. Mad-eye and Remus were staring intently down at Umbridge's body, both silently hoping she would spontaneously combust. Lucius was standing guard over Tonks, having yanked her down when Dumbledore called everyone down to the Infirmary.

Both of the Bloodline books he and Arthur had found in the Ministry records room and the book Tonks tried to make Chang steal were, surprisingly, sitting next to Harry on Luna's bed. They looked innocent enough, but if Severus got his paws on the recording of Merlin's last years… oh the possibilities.

'That book apparently has ancient Potions in it. Severus would be very pleased if he could read that.' Lucius didn't allow that train of thought to go on; if he was daydreaming, Tonks could easily try to get past him. He didn't think she would, as she was crying on the floor, but it was the principle of things.

Ginny opened her eyes slowly. Ron and Hermione smiled down at her, as Ron signaled their father. Before anyone could say anything, her eyes were alert and she sat up, looking widely about the room.

"Luna. Where's Luna?" She sounded and looked panic-stricken. Harry waved his hand to get her attention.

"She's here Gin'. Safe and sound." Ginny, somehow, managed to swing her legs over the edge of her cot and tried to stand. Her older brother and father both tried to get to her, but they weren't quick enough. She fell, as both her knee caps were still broken.

"Ginny!"

Arthur tried to pick her up, but she just desperately attempted to get to Luna, flailing her arms about so he couldn't pick her up. She chanted Luna's name like a mantra, while she was at it.

"Siri', could you please move?" Harry asked his godfather in a tired voice. Sirius blinked, but moved to a chair. Harry stood and gently shooed Arthur out of the way. He then picked Ginny up, flailing arms and all, and moved her so she was laying down on Luna's cot.

Ginny immediately gathered the other girl to her chest, softly running her hands through her girlfriend's blonde hair. Harry sat back down and continued Luna's flower tiara. Ron and Hermione both smiled an amused smile, while Arthur sat down on the cot Ginny had, staring at the two girls like he'd never seen them before.

Molly Weasley was a woman on a mission. She knew something was wrong, she could feel it in her bones. She shoved her way through Diagon Alley, striding towards the Leaky Caldron. Once inside, she could safely apparate home to see what the problem was.

In theory she could apparate right here, but the chance of accidentally bringing someone with her increased. Ducking into a shop just to apparate out was rude, so here she was shoving her way through the crowd.

She made it to the Leaky Cauldron in record time.

Upon reaching home, she immediately looked at her clock. Among the normal "times" there was an added one: 'In Danger' was printed next to 'Mortal Peril'. She figured it would be nice to know if her family members were in danger, and not necessarily in "mortal peril;" after all, being in danger is easier to get out of then being in mortal peril.

Ron, Ginny, and Harry's hands were pointed to "in danger," Arthur's pointed to "at school," Fred, George, Charlie, and Bill's pointed at "Lost," and Percy's pointed to "at work." Molly watched in morbid fascination as her hand moved from "home" to "in danger."

Molly made a mad dash to the front door of the Burrow. It was about that time that the door was blasted off its hinges.

"I think we can say we are lost, brother mine." Fred said to his twin. Bill and Charlie, their older brothers, rolled their eyes.

The four Weasley brothers were in France. Bill and Charlie had brought the Twins with them because they could speak very mangled French. Apparently, Harry knew many languages and knew them well enough to teach them.

"Brother mine, I do believe one of us should ask for directions, what do you think?" George leaned towards Fred as he spoke.

"We don't need directions! I know where I'm going! That spell lead us here, so obviously that Manor is here somewhere!" Bill told his younger brothers in an annoyed tone.

Charlie sighed, as he looked around. The city ended a good mile behind them and there was nothing around in the immediate vicinity.

"Hey, maybe that's what the spell tracked." Fred and George spoke as one, which was unnerving to Charlie as they pointed to something a good three hundred yards away. It looked like…

A wall?

Severus Snape was in a bad mood. One of his contacts told him the Dark Lord had ordered a raid. He had to find Albus, but the eccentric old man wasn't in his office, which meant he was either in the Great Hall or the Infirmary.

He threw the doors to the Infirmary open. Albus was there, along with some members of the Order. 'Good' he thought 'we'll need them.'

"Albus, a raid has been ordered." Albus gave him a grave look.

What's the target?"

"The Burrow."

Remus, Mad-eye, Arthur, Albus, and Severus had left to defend the Burrow. Lucius stayed to watch over Tonks, and McGonagall was woken up to watch Umbridge. Sirius stayed to watch the teenagers.

Ginny and Luna had fallen asleep wrapped around each other; Sirius thought they made a cute couple. Ron and Hermione had likewise fallen asleep, Hermione's head pillowed on Ron's chest. The only teen that wasn't asleep was his godson, Harry.

Harry sat very still next to Sirius; the two had moved to chairs. Sirius wanted to talk, but he couldn't find the words. He had a lot of questions for the boy, but he had no idea how to ask them.

"Siri'?" Maybe he might be saved from finding the words.

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"You know I was once pregnant don't you?" Harry looked straight ahead, no doubt looking into his own past. Sirius was aware that Lucius and McGonagall tuned into the conversation.

"Yeah, and I'm really sorry about that Harry. I can't imagine what it would be like to be impregnated like that… I'm so sorry, Harry." Harry blinked, before a shocked expression came over his face as he looked at his godfather.

"Oh, Siri', no. No, no, no. Oh, geez, is that what you have been thinking? What all of you have been thinking?" Okay, now Sirius didn't know what to think. What was Harry going on about? His Uncle raped him and he got pregnant: that's horrible. And if Harry was going to say it wasn't, fuck the Order, Sirius was going to torture and kill that fat piece of shit.

"Vernon wasn't the one who impregnated me." Sirius grabbed Harry is a massive hug.

"Oh thank God. Praise Merlin. Circe, I'm so happy to know that!" Sirius whispered into Harry's hair.

"But, then, who did impregnate you?" McGonagall asked this question quietly. Harry pursed his lips, contemplating whether or not he wanted to tell.

"Oliver Wood. It was an accident, he never even knew. Please don't get him in trouble for this…" Harry looked at McGonagall as several emotions flickered across her face: shock, realization, sadness, righteous anger, and a bit of pity.

"Harry, him sleeping with you counts as statutory rape-" Harry cut McGonagall off with a cold voice.

"I know what rape is, Professor. Oliver didn't rape me. He didn't even really want to have sex with me. I was too young, he said… didn't stop him from caving when I practically crawled into his lap, but still. Our first time, he asked me if I wanted to stop at least seventeen times and was very gentle. It was nice. I remember thinking that it would have been so nice if I had lost my virginity to him. But I didn't. I had it taken from me on my seventh birthday, because my Uncle was a sick fuck. Don't say that Oliver raped me, because I could have said no way before we got to his bed."

"You don't expect me to believe that a thirteen-year old seduced a seventeen-year old." McGonagall just wouldn't leave this alone. Harry sighed in an annoyed fashion. 'Don't be crude in the presence of a lady…'

"Seduced? Hardly, more like crawled into his lap. I didn't much let him say no. Come to think of it, I was rather demanding." He remembered that perfectly actually…

"Harry, don't. I'm, like, five years older then you!" Oliver's voice protested as Harry straddled the older boy.

"I don't care about that, Oliver." Oliver's hands firmly clamped onto Harry's hips, to prevent him from getting closer.

"You're a minor. You shouldn't even want to seriously have sex with anyone, much less an older guy!" Harry arched an eyebrow at him, then rolled his eyes and leaned forward to kiss him. He needed this, if he didn't have sex with something, he was going to jump Draco. That would NOT be very good. And damn his morality code, but he couldn't just fuck some girl or let some guy fuck him. Noooo, he has to be fond of them.

Scene cut due to issues with sexual conetent.

He remembered that the only reason he even slept with Oliver was because he figured the older boy would be able to fuck all thought out of his brain for awhile. If he hadn't slept with the older boy… well, he doubted Draco would be a virgin right now.

"Why?" Harry was brought out of his musing by McGonagall's voice. He looked at her.

"Why what?"

"Why did you sleep with him? You would think that someone with your sexual background would not even want to have sex." Harry gave her his chilling, haunting smile. For lots of people, this smile was the last thing they ever saw. 'Screw not being crude; it may be the only way to drop this.'

"I wanted to forget some things, and Oliver seemed like he's be strong enough to fuck every thought out of my brain." McGonagall turned red and took fifty points off for his language. Lucius looked floored, as did Sirius. But if you squinted, it almost looked like Sirius was proud of Harry, in a fatherly way.

A/N: If you want to read that sex scene, it is on my Livejournal, which is also my Homepage on my Profile.