Whew! This is the longest chapter I've written for this story. And I loved writing it! For those who review, I send you a million hugs and a million kisses! One thing, the big middle section in italics is in Decora's POV.

Disclaimer: I own no part of Harry Potter, I only own Decora.

"Dee, what's going on?" Draco asked. Harry looked at Decora beseechingly.

"Do you want to tell him or shall I?" she asked. Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Theirs nothing to tell," he said as he apparated out.

"What did you do now?"

"Why is it automatically my fault? Maybe your boyfriend did something wrong," she said as she sat on the couch grinding her teeth.

"Ok let me rephrase the question. What happened?"

"I really think Harry should tell you. Its between you and him," She said clenching her fists at the mention of Harry's name. "I have washed my hands of this."

"Dee, just tell me what happened. Why was Harry here?"

"You really wanna know? Do you really wanna know why he was here?"

"Yes."

"Fine, I told him to come because I wanted to ask him how Ginny and Hermione are. Instead we started talking about you and you know what happened?"

"No that's why I'm asking," Draco replied sarcastically.

"This isn't funny. My brother has fallen in with a married man. My husband no less," Decora said as she squeezed the couch fabric in her hands.

"You can't be serious."

"Apparently, shagging means more to Harry than it should," she retorted turning to look at her husband. "He loves you Dray." Draco's eyebrow furrowed. He turned on his heels and headed toward the fuck room. As he slammed the door he screamed.

"Shit!" Decora pouted.

"Real mature, Drake!" she said as she slammed the door to her own room. You see what you've done Harry? You're tearing us apart.

How is it my fault? Its not like I can control my feelings.

Well most people can. Especially around married people.

I'm not most people.

Obviously.

Decora paced her room fiddling her fingers. She couldn't seem to stand still and she sure as hell didn't want to talk to Drake now. As she pinched her nose her sleeve fell slightly and she caught sight of her dark mark. The dark haired girl lifted her sleeve to look at her tattoo in its entirety. "You died and you're still a pain in the arse. Weirdly enough I need your help, father."

"Too bad." She could her his wispy voice in her head. "You're the one who kill me remember? You'll just have to deal with Potter on your own."

"I need your help. I can't do on my own."

"You should have let me kill him when I had the chance."

"I'm sorry. Forgive me."

"You know what you have to do to be forgiven."

"That won't solve anything. Your already dead."

"If I cant live in this world, neither can he. Do what you must to be forgiven."

"Yes father."

"Dee, who are you talking to?" she looked up to Draco said in the doorway. He had a worried look on his face.

"No one."

"You were talking to yourself?" Decora looked down and noticed she had been stoking and rubbing her mark.

"Yeah just talking to myself. I'm sorry I sprung that on you."

"Don't be. I guess I always knew this would happen. You know I wont leave you right?" Why does he act like I'm weak? Like I can't take care myself? Like I wouldn't be all right if he left me for Harry?

"Because," said the scary voice in her head, "he thinks you are weak. Prove him wrong!

"Dray, I'm not worried about me. I'm worried about Harry. Don't you care about him at all?" She took a step toward him with anger filled eyes.

"Did you expect me too?" Decora blinked in surprise. She had actually expected Draco to feel…something for Harry.

"So you just like having a dick in your arse. There are dildos for that Dray. You let this go too far and now look what happen. Harry fell in love with you!"

"Shit stop saying that. Look, I'm sorry if I come off as coldhearted and selfish when I say this but I don't give a damn. He means nothing to me. You are the only person on this earth that I care about."

"And why is that?"

"I have absolutely no idea but do know I love you more than anyone I have ever met," he said aiming at her lips. She pushed him back.

"You're not getting off that easy."

"Well what the hell do you want me to do? Do you want me to love him and leave you?"

"Of course not. I want you to care. I want you to comfort him. I want you to let him down gently and then I want you to be faithful to me above all others. No affairs ever again. It creates too much drama for us," she said as she slipped her hand in his. He pulled away.

"Decora I would do anything for you but how can I care. I don't know how. You're the only person I've ever cared for and I don't think you want to be that way with Harry anymore." He was on the verge of tears, which slightly frightened Decora because she had never seen him cry.

"I know you can. I know you'll find a way. I'll help you."

"Decora, I'm sorry."

"For what?" she asked as she pulled him into her arms.

"For being so…queer." Decora head snapped up at the word. Draco's eyes held pure sadness. The sadness you get when you hate the way you are.

"Don't apologize for the way you are, Dray. Merlin made you this way for a reason." She brushed the hair out of his face and cupped his cheek. "Besides, it would've turned me on had you not been queer with my brother." He chuckled and took her wandering hand in kiss. He looked as her fingers and kissed every single digit. Soon enough his eyes held not sadness but lust.

Pure white. Nothing behind me or in front of me or even next to me. Where am I? I wonder as I stood in nothingness. I kept looking around myself but I didn't see anything or anyone. As soon as I began to walk, or more appropriately float, as I could not feel my legs moving, I saw a dot far away in the distance. The dot was getting bigger, it was headed toward me. I tried to float faster but I was confined to a steady pace. I guess I'll have to wait until it catches up with me, I thought. I kept floating toward it and it kept floating toward me. I soon noticed that it was not a dot but a person. A very familiar person. As it kept moving toward me its pace quickened as if it only had a minute to spend with me. Again I desperately tried to make myself float faster but to no avail. The person got even closer and I could see long brown hair. It was obviously a woman, a witch. Her wand was out as she approached me. She had a warm smile and lovely green eyes. Where have I seen those eyes before?

"Hello sweetie," she said. Her voice was like soft chimes and she embraced me in a bonecrushing hug. She looked confused when I pulled away. Like I was being rude. Well I was but I had no idea who she was.

"Who are you?" my usually sturdy and confident voice sounded childish and insecure. She looked me up and down. She still looked confused.

"Don't you know?"

"No? Who are you?" I said starting to get annoyed. She smiled at my annoyance.

"My name is Lily. Lily potter." I gasped and looked her up and down and almost started crying. I looked at her eyes again and surely enough they were exactly like Harry's. I suddenly felt a pang of anger that my eyes could not be that brilliant shade of green. Maybe they were before he changed me. I slowly took her hands in mine and squeezed them. She smiled again and squeezed back. "Hello Decora." As soon as she said my name I broke down and sobbed. She fell with me and held me to her. "Shhh don't cry. Its okay, sweetie." Of course I couldn't stop crying and frankly I didn't intend to. I had never seen my mother. Harry had never shown me the pictures he kept and my father never brought her up. I looked again into those beautifully green pools. She smiled as my tears subsided.

"You're supposed to be dead."

"I am dead. You're just dreaming."

"Oh okay." I had truthfully thought the experience was real. I held her tightly for fear that she would leave at any second. She really was a beautiful as Snape had said. He always spoke to me about her. It was easy to see why he fell in love with her. I was all together engulfed by rage from my thoughts of death eaters. "I should've killed him myself. I should have avenged you. I shouldve…"

"Stop!" she said. She had scared me. I had never expected her to be so forceful. I guess I got it from her. Her emerald eyes were now burning holes into my brown ones. "It couldn't be you. It had to be Harry. You are not a killer Decora. Remember that. Okay?" I nodded. I felt like a child that had just been chastised. Strangely enough in a masochistic sorta way I liked it. Better to be reprimanded than raped. "I'm sorry," she said startling me out of my thoughts.

"For what?"

"For letting him…touch you." she must have sensed my thoughts.

"You were dead. You could have done anything. Don't apologize, mother." My lips tingled at that word, mother. "Why am I dreaming about you? Are you here to tell me something?"

"Yes. We need to talk about Harry." She said fixing me again with those emerald eyes. My brown ones narrowed at his name. Not in hate, just in frustration.

"I don't blame him, I just feel bad for Draco. He has no idea how to break up with him without breaking his heart. Mother, I have no idea how to help Dray."

"Can I help you by sharing on of my experiences?"

"Of course."

"At the time when I was dating James, he and Sirius were inseparable. I never thought of it until I found them snogging in the Gryffindor common room. I was heartbroken and I never wanted to see James again. I almost considered dating Snape to make him jealous and leave Sirius. Eventually he told me how much he loved me and what happened with Sirius didn't mean anything. Even Sirius admitted that he felt nothing for James but lust. So I took him back. Of course being around Sirius was always awkward after that but we all moved on." She smiled.

"But Harry does feel something for Draco. I could see it in his face. I warned him not to get attached, I knew he would be heartbroken."

"And unfortunately you were right, sweetie. Decora I know how much you love Draco and I know how much you want to keep your brothers heart from breaking but you have to understand Harry has already lost so many loved ones." I looked up at her in shock. "I'm not telling you to choose your brother over your husband but realize that Harry is very emotional when it comes to these things. Draco can't break up with him. You have to." I smirked.

"So I have to breakup with my brother?" I said sarcastically. Lily chuckled into her hand fixed me with her eyes again.

"Oh and before you wake up I want to show you something," she placing her wand at my temple. As she pulled it back away, I caught sight of a memory being pulled from my head. It wasn't like other memories. It looked more fragile. It was very thin and wispy. I looked around and did not see a pensive. I looked at Lily confused and she smiled at me mischievously. She waved her wand at the nothingness surrounding us and soon the whole place was filled a memory I did not recognize.

There was a little girl, around a year old and she was wearing a small black cloak. She was sucking on the hem of her robe and two other hooded figures hovered above her.

"He's not going to be happy," a male voice said.

"Well, should we kill it? I mean that's what he'll order us to do. Why waste time?

"You don't know that's what he wants us to do, I'd rather wait for him to get back."

"Still no spine huh, Snape."

"More spine then you'll ever know."

"Much spine, much spine indeed," said a figure who seem to appear from nowhere. I recognized the voice. It was a raspy voice that seemed to always frighten me. He approached the girl slowly. He lifted her sleeve and pointed his wand at her arm. "Morsmordre," he whispered. The little girl screamed in pain and attempted to pull her arm away from him. He let go and addressed Bellatrix. "Take him to his room."

"My lord, it is a girl." He stopped short and turned on his heels. Bellatrix cowered in fear.

"And you decided to tell me this now, Bellatrix?" even though his voice was calm you could tell the anger and annoyance was their.

"I do not make decisions, my lord. You do."

"Smart answer. Snape take the child to its room. Bellatrix, I'd like to speak to you in private."

"Yes my lord," Bellatrix replied. Snape scooped the child in his arms and fought to keep a smiled from gracing his face. The child looked just like Lily.

"My lord," he said. "Will you name the child?"

"Why don't you Snape? Its not like it will be any use to me now."

"Yes my lord," Snape said as he headed towards the hallway. "Don't worry child," he whispered. "I'll protect you…Decora."

As the black and white memory swirled away I looked to Lily with a smile of knowing.

"It was an extremely old memory but a memory nonetheless. I've always loved the name Snape gave you. I think he knew you would come with a plan to kill your father." Her eyes slightly glazed over and her smiled suddenly dropped. "The sun is rising," she said breathlessly. As I reached out to her my hand went through her body like mist.

"Mom, mom, are you okay?"

"I'm okay," she said with her eyes still glazed over. "Don't worry, I'll be back." With that she turned and walked away.

"Mom wait!" I yelled. I kept asking her to stay but she kept walking away and my legs froze once again.

"I'll be back."

Whoa intense but a lovely mother-daughter reunion. I may put another one in. Oh and one more explanation. I believe that out relatives souls never really leave but are inbedded in our subconcious. Therefore they can communicate throu dreams. Its just my belief.