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Wow two chapters in one day. I felt on a role today, and actually I have been up literally all night, and I don't feel tired one bit. X.x Though I feel all weird now for being up two days in a row now. Hopefully this chapter is good enough to pass with my lack of sleep XD.

Stardust of Orion: I actually have a good idea of how Harry came about his own ideals. Hopefully this chapter will give the perspective you need to know how Harry came into his thoughts on the matter. As for the reactions I explained it in chapter four a bit, but in the chapter it's depicting about a month and a half's worth of having lived with the Malfoy's already. As for Lucius and Harry's reactions XD I won't give anything away just yet.

misteeirene: Yeah I'm sorry about that. I hadn't actually planned on doing long paragraphs and it just ended up that way. I seem to have an awful lot of fun making long paragraphs, and it's a habit I recently got into thanks to RPing on Gaiaonline.

Sydney Alexis: Thank you, for pointing out the words I'd been miss-spelling. Spelling isn't a strong suit of mine, and I have had issues with it for a long time. I also thank you for the information to getting a Beta reader, as well as a way to check over my work. I must confess I get a little antsy when I complete something only to let it sit. So that may or may not happen.

I know this is smaller than the previous chapters. But hey :3 this answers a few questions.

Well that is all for now I hope you enjoy this next chapter and I look forward to things you have to say about it. Enjoy!

Things in the story you might want to know.

"Talking/ spells"

'Thinking/ sound affects/ Memories'

-Parseltongue-

.:Spells:.

Chapter Five- Nightmares

Harry for once in his life felt a little at piece, even with the nightmares that involved the Dursleys'. Narcissa had treated him just like family, and he found himself helping her whenever he got the chance to do so. He'd spend long days studying and working on keeping himself fit, as well as testing his ward spells after tweaking them quite a few times. He was making progress on making his own signature ward, one that would be extremely complicated to create by anyone else other than himself. Just thinking about his possible job was making him excited, but then as soon as he found himself with nothing to do, or his thoughts got in the way of his work. Everything would come crashing down, and at night it was at its worst. Narcissa had been, understanding about the whole ordeal, and he often found himself to be following her around, like a lost kitten.

It had taken him longer than one would have expected for him to get comfortable around the Malfoy's. He dreaded however the day he would see Draco again. He was pretty sure the other wouldn't fall for the Orion Black story. Then again he wasn't all that sure anymore himself. Usually those who've been around someone a lot in the past four years would know who they were the best. Though, he couldn't think that to be right anymore either. Considering neither Hermione nor Ron had recognized him even when he looked like someone else. So what did he know about them anymore? Harry had a lot of time to think about many things, and having been on the run before coming into the Malfoy's care. Practicing certain magic from the books he'd collected to keep him from thinking too much about the Dursleys', about his friends, and about Dumbledore. Most of the books he'd bought were spell books, but the few that had been left were potions books, and history books. He also had a few research books on magic and basics of it. He'd found himself drawn to magic as his sensitivity had grown as the days drew on.

When Harry didn't have Dumbledore breathing down his neck about the greater good, and the lights thoughts and prejudices against the dark arts, he found that he didn't really mind of using dark magic. Magic was magic to him, and there was no such thing as dark or light. It was a wondrous thing to behold, when you gave it a chance. Harry could see it in practically everything, even in the world around them as though the earth itself breathed the magic around them. People's aura's ranged from thick and wild tendrils to thin gentle licks of particles depending on the person's magical strength. At first when he was able to see it all he'd been overwhelmed by it all and it had left him dizzy and out of sorts. He couldn't see his own magic, but the bursts he felt from it when his wards exploded on him was enough for him to literally taste it.

The day his ward had exploded both Narcissa and Lucius had laughed so hard he'd thought they would laugh up a lung from how hard they had laughed. They'd been worried yes, but when the initial shock was over and all was well he found himself on the other ends of their laughs. In which they cause him to blush a deep scarlet and he'd gone inside and locked himself away to tweak his wards again and to have some private alone time. In which his thoughts started to turn to the guilt he started to feel for deceiving them. He wanted so much for Narcissa and Lucius to know the real him. Though what hurt him the most was the thought that Lucius and Narcissa may turn him away and even possibly just hand him over to Voldemort to kill him. He knew he'd told Nagini a while back that he wouldn't mind dying by his hand, but not under those circumstances. Having gotten to know them a little bit, Harry couldn't seem to find the reason he once had for disliking them other than because others said they were bad. Needless to say Harry thought differently of them at that point.

Being able to understand from a different view point of how everything was working help Harry to understand more than he ever dreamed possible. He was happier now then he'd been with the light. He hoped however that his small moment in time would last forever, but even he knew fairytales eventually had to come to an end, and reality needs to return at some point. Harry sat in his bed thinking about how was the best way he could tell them about who he really was. He went through every scenario in his head he could think of that involved them in it. Each one came up negatively, and his mind kept telling him that the y would do like everyone else did. They would abandoned him and leave him for dead. Harry curled up on his side, sightlessly staring at the bedroom wall with Osiris laying on the pillow next to him.

-Hey Osiris?- Said snaked lifted his head to look at him silently –Should I tell them who I really am?-

The snake stayed silent for a long moment before nodding slightly –I think the road told with the truth is one that leads to a happier life master-

Harry snorted –I hope those words are, right Osiris… I don't want to leave here any time soon. I like them both more than I used too.-

-I'm sure all will be fine, fore they all love you master. Nagi' would even fight for you is she had too, and she knows who you really are-

-Yeah I know, I just…I feel uncertain that's all. I mean give me a spell or potion and I will be confident and capable to do what I want without fail… well most times anyways. But when it comes to these emotions and situations I am at a lose-

-Silly master so smart and yet acts like new born hatchling-

-I'm starting to wonder if me letting you hang out with Nagi' is a good thing if you two want to tease me all the time like you do-

Osiris snickered, a hissy laugh –But you like it when we do master, it makes you feel better-

-I know Osiris, and I thank you both for doing so really. G'night Osiris-

-Good night master-

Harry soon fell to sleep shortly after that, his wrestles mind taking a while to plunge into the depths of sleep. At first Harry started off still for a long while, but before long Harry's form started to twitch and advanced to slight thrashing, before it became almost violent. Screams tore from his lips, like those of a wounded animal crying out in pain. Salty tears started to spill forth from closed eyes. The screams disturbed the other occupants enough to rouse from the sleeping quarters to investigate. On the outside Harry looked to be fine except the fact that he was having a night mare, but with Harry's mind was a whole different story.

It was dark, but there was bright hot white pain lacing his whole body. There were harsh words thrown at him from every direction. From voices he knew, or used to know and the voices threw every insult he'd heard in the past thrown at him in that very moment. He looked up at the deadened face of his Uncle Vernon. The man's face was pale and blue looking, on moment and then the next he was the rotting burnt corps of the man he'd left behind in that house that day. Dudley and Petunia fared no better as they beat him just as much as Vernon did. Amongst the dead there were those who he'd once looked up to or had called friends. Ron was there calling him a demon, and a monster before beating on him just like the others had. To one side Dumbledore stood there watching everything progress. Harry reached out to him and yet found no help from the man as he stared at him over his spectacles.

"You betrayed us all Harry or ticked us and lied, you know you deserve this," The voice of Dumbledore carried over the voices yelling at him and beating him.

Harry's wide green eyes looked over at him in betrayal and sorrow. All he could do was curl in on his self, and take whatever was thrown at him. No one would save him and he accepted that. He knew all along he was alone and on his own since day one. The beatings in the dream evolved to Vernon getting a few of them to pin him down and have his way with him. Harry fought hard to get them to let go, so he could get away and feel away from the scene he was currently locked in. It was during all of this that he started to hear a voice, though distant, was calling a name unfamiliar to him yet somehow he still knew it was his as well. He tried to focus on that voice, but couldn't through the pain. Before he knew it he was forced awake, and it wasn't by his own doing.

Harry's eyes were wide open and tears raced down his face. His body ached in dull phantom felt bruises that weren't even there. His breath came out in gasps that let him know he was having issues controlling his breathing and getting proper breaths. His throat hurt as though he'd been screaming and the raspy feeling allowed him to know that he had indeed done so. Since his time coming there he'd not once had a dream as intense as that one. They had started out dull, and minor things he could handle, but they gradually got worse as his guilt for killing the Dursley's accidently and the fact he was hiding now from all he knew and basically living a lie. The stress he was forcing himself into was something that intensified the dreams to the point that he simply just couldn't control it anymore. What was worse was now after almost two months now he started to feel horrible about deceiving Narcissa and Lucious, of who he really was. He liked them and for the first time in his life he felt like he was really part of a family for once.

Harry's blurred vision blinked rapidly to look up into Narcissa's face. She was leaning over him at an awkward angle and he realized that something was holding him down. Glancing down he followed pale hands up to Lucius who'd been the one who was holding him down. Lucius looked just as worried as Narcissa, and Harry's tears came down even harder when he realized what had happened was a dream. Not only that but it had obviously gotten bad enough that Lucius thought the boy would hurt himself in his sleep and so restrained him. Narcissa was stroking the side of his face and his hair gently. Soothing tones coming from her as Lucius let go of him, and immediately Harry curled in on himself while turning to lay on his side. Narcissa shifted him to where the boy was curled up against her as she stroked his bangs gently, as she rocked him silently humming to him. Lucius watched them for a long moment before he left them alone, obviously not sure how to handle this situation. When Lucius left and was gone from view, Narcissa started to speak to him.

Her fingers had pause over the right side of his face and he'd thought she was finger his bangs, but she wasn't. "You're not who you say you are… are you Orion."

Harry froze before his body started to tremble even more, "I'm sorry….I'msorry,I'msorry…" his words started to slur as he tried so hard to apologize.

"Hush, it is okay I'm not upset Harry. I probably should, but I'm not," She said holding him close, as the boys trembling sobs increased.

Narcissa rested her cheek on top of his, her motherly instincts having kicked in as she held the very much lost boy in her arms. She couldn't be upset with him, but she was willing to protect his secret from anyone who might use it to harm him. She rocked the boy and he wondered if she was thinking about Draco, and if he'd been in the same situation as Harry was. He knew she didn't doubt the stories about the muggles he'd lived with were fake stories. They were always described in clear defined detail, compared to the stories of the family he'd made up in his head. Often he left them to assume just what happened in the family. Harry longed for a family, for love, for comfort, for parents to sooth him, for a chance at life without expectations shoved onto him by the wizarding world.

"I will continue to keep calling you Orion, Harry. If it takes having you living under another name to heal you then I will do anything I can to make sure you never remember the life you lived alone for so long," Harry continued to cry, thankful that Narcissa wasn't sending him away. That she wasn't going to harm him and was willing to do what she could to help him. After a while Harry calmed down and he slipped into a fitful sleep.

{A Shadowed life}

Narcissa had been telling Harry the truth that she would do her damnedest to protect the boy. She was the same age as her little dragon, Draco. She ran her bangs through the now sleeping boys bangs lightly. She was afraid how her husband would react if he were to find out. She thought that maybe he would react more negatively then she had, considering in the past the boy had caused him a lot of trouble, then again remembering what the boy had obviously suffered through, to traumatize the poor child was possibly enough for Lucius to look past, the events that he'd been through with Harry Potter. She somehow could see her Draco in Harry's place if she and her husband had left Draco alone in the world.

It tore at her heart to know that Draco could have easily been in Harry's shoes, but what was worse was that the muggles he spoke of had been the muggle relatives his parents must have known. She had heard the heart wrenching screams that had come from this boy, only moments ago. Harry was definitely a troubled child, and having remembered what the boy had described in his stories on how his change came to be, she could easily picture the muggles standing not far from him when everything went to hell in a hand bag. The boy had been raised in the path of light, and yet such darkness swallowed him without remorse. Just when he thought he saw light at the end of his long tunnel it would drag him back down with a dreadful pull down to the reality of his existence.

It all made sense why the boy drowned himself in books, training, practice, and other things he often did to keep him self-occupied. He was drowning out his past by keeping his mind away from it, in the only way he knew how. He locked away his guilt, pain, and anger. She had no doubt the boy had some heavy anger in him, though she's had yet to witness it, she knew it was still there all the same and when he did lose it she hoped no one was near him who he cared about that would get hurt in the wake of such anger. She had already seen what he could do, to the dummies he practiced on frequently, even inventing some spells that she found terrifyingly violent in nature.

Yes, Harry Potter had a deep rooted darkness that was slowly swallowing him alive with no end in sight. She found herself furious with Dumbledore for allowing such things happen to Harry. He was only a child, who was scared to die, and yet welcomed it all at the same time. He was a child with Britain's Wizarding world looking to him to destroy a dark lord that was and would always be more powerful than him. Oh yes he had a destructive power himself, but their dark lord was even more so with his own destructive dark powers.

Narcissa continued to rock Harry silently when her husband returned. She looked up at him and gave him a faint smile before he sat on the edge of the bed with a cup of warm tea in an outstretched hand towards her. He looked at the boy and sighed, worry etched into his face, and she decided to take a chance with him about Harry, "Lucius, what if I were to tell you Orion isn't who he appears to be?"

Lucius thought seriously about it for a long moment before he looked away from Harry to Narcissa, "I would say I wouldn't doubt it, because even with what Orion says the emotional and mental scaring he has, goes beyond then what he tells us. Whatever he is running from it was bad enough that he was willing to leave everything he knew behind and change himself in any way he could to escape it."

It was the best answer she was going to get from him and gently brushed away Harry's bangs away from his forehead, showing her husband the hind scare there. The lightning bolt shape scar was easy to tell apart from the pale color of his skin. Lucius eyes widened and he stood quickly, looking down at the boy and then paled before his anger could even be born it had been gone just as fast.

"'Cissa, If he is Harry Potter then…" He trailed off.

"Yes, Lucius what everyone knew about The-Boy-Who-Lived is all false. He isn't being pampered and treated like a spoiled child. What he was going through was a lot darker than any of us could ever imagine," She said softly.

"Oh Merlin 'Cissa, Voldemort wants to meet the boy. Do you know what he would do to him?" Lucius fretted.

"Yes I am well aware what our lord could and would do to him if he knew who Orion was," she said softly as Harry shift fretfully in his sleep.

"There isn't much we can do to stop him from killing the boy," At that Narcissa's head snapped up.

"Oh, Lucius there has to be something we can do. Maybe convince our lord that nothing is as it seems and the boy isn't an enemy he should worry about," She was showing her very protective motherly side he'd had since the day she'd conceived Draco.

"'Cissa you know as well as I that the boy had been marked for death a long time ago. Even before we got to know him as he is now," He sat down again and looked at the sleeping Potter boy. "It's odd though, that out of everything he caused in the past I don't feel at all hostile towards him. If anything I feel… I'm not sure what I feel, but I do know I don't want harm to come to him now,"

"Yes, I understand what you meant," She said as she continued to rock him gently.

"How do you think he got the Black family traits if he isn't a Black?"

"I think that may be my cousin's doing. If he was the reason for it then he is possibly a black by a blood inheritance. Which makes him a Potter-Black, and I assume his physical change only enhanced the Black traits even more," She explained, remembering a bit of what Harry had told them about his transformation and the fact that he looked entirely different from what he looked like now. That alone explained quite a lot.

Lucius nodded, "Sirius Black, probably did something that both saved him and destroyed him all in one go."

"How, so?"

"The change saved him from being thought of as Harry Potter, and yet it destroyed him because of the guilt he possibly carries and is unwilling to let anyone know who he truly is, because of what possibly happened at his muggle summer home arrangements," Lucius said to her.

Narcissa nodded at that, "Yes, I believe your right Lucius."

{A Shadowed Life}

Harry woke to the feeling of fingers combing through his hair gently, and the warmth of another holding him. At first he didn't register in his mind on who, it could be, until he remembered the brief blur of emotions and dreams he'd had that night that had roused bother Narcissa and Lucius from their sleep. Harry tensed and was about to jerk away from the one stroking his hair, when that firm grip kept him from doing so. Harry glanced up through the fringe of his hair to look at Narcissa, who looked like she may have changed at some point or possibly just gotten back to check up on him. He really hoped she hadn't been there the whole night, even though it made him happy inside if she had. He could see Narcissa reading the emotions he knew was possibly flying across his features before they settled once more.

"Don't do that… Don't hide Harry. It's part of the main reason why you keep having these break downs, and nightmares," She said to him.

Harry's eyes went wide, as questions filled his head, 'This wasn't the first one she'd noticed? When did she first notice? Am I in trouble? She doesn't seem angry with me. I wonder why?' Harry looked up at her with questioning eyes.

"Harry I'm not upset with you. Far from it actually, as is Lucius," At those words Harry croaked out a soft 'Why'. "We aren't entirely sure ourselves, but we do know this. You are just a child, and that all we thought we knew about you was false. Seeing the way you react to contact, to words, and even though a lot of what you said wasn't all lies. Muggles really hurt you, and if I had to guess you were related to them in some way. You didn't live in a family that loved each other regardless of their faults. Dear Orion, your part of our family now. You have wiggled yourself into our hearts and we would do anything to keep you as safe as we can. But I worry about your meeting with the dark lord.I want you to know, if things go wrong then please don't hold it against us. We haven't abandoned you or given you up for dead. We just are unable to help you if he chose to kill you."

"I don't want to die," he said softly.

"I know Orion I know," she said softly as Lucius walked in. Not looking the least bit tired.

"Did you stay here all night?" He asked Narcissa.

"No, Lucius and I altered between us so we could both get equal amount of sleep. I just got back about a few minutes ago," She said truthfully, "You seem to sleep better when someone is close by. If Severus was here he could draw you up some dreamless sleep potions. Or would you like to learn how to make your own?"

"I would prefer to make my own," Narcissa smiled knowingly.

The month and a half Harry had spent with them had given Narcissa the amount of time see needed in order to understand him. It was during this moment he realized she sometimes alternated in calling him Harry and Orion, like she was unsure which to call him. Harry preferred the name Orion however.

"Please…I want to be known as Orion now," He said softly.

"Okay Orion, I understand."

Harry was leaving his name sake behind, and taking on a new future with a new identity, "Now, Orion we need to have a long talk okay?" Lucius said to him as he sat down next to his wife.

"About, what?" He asked cautiously.

"Everything, that happened to you when you were at that muggle house. We want to help you but only if you let us, no more lies, no more half-truths… just the complete truth."

Harry swallowed thickly and wished he didn't have to, and he felt panic fill him as he started to mumble, "Please don't make me… I don't want to remember."

"Please Orion we need to know," Narcissa could hear the broken tone the boy used in her arms. This was the only way though, he needed to let it out.

It took a lot of coaxing, but eventually the got the mentally and emotionally broken boy to tell them everything that happened in that house. The abuse he had been under each member of the house, Vernon having been worst one of the three with combinations of mental, physical, emotional, and sexual abuse. While Dudley was physical and emotional abuse, and his Aunt Petunia was just mental and emotional. Out of the three Vernon was the one who was the cause of most every broken bone in his body, most every scare that was upon his person including the one on his back that spelled the word 'FREAK' In big capital letters on his upper back. What angered the and upset them the most those was the day the man had raped Harry at the age of ten, before he even knew what was happening to him and in the end felt so dirty for something that wasn't at all his fault. Harry had lived fourteen years' worth of nightmares, those of the real world and those of his dreams brought to life. From here the Malfoy's and Harry, now to be known as Orion Black, would work on the path to recovery. It would be a hard trek, but together they might be able to accomplish it.

Next Chapter- Reborn

Well everyone that is it for this chapter. Looking forward to your R&R's. See you all soon!