Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Author's Note: I was not pleased with my former chapter two: "Finding Harry." So I have changed it to "Finding Luce", and hopefully you might like it better. I figured I can get further with this chapter, then I could with Finding Harry.

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Draco collapsed in the snow staring up at the sky. It had been five days since he had been dumped back at the Manor. He had spent the last week wandering around aimlessly, getting drunk, and destroying the Manor's priceless artifacts with impunity. He was going to die, and he was the last of the Malfoys, it wasn't like the manor, or its artifacts would be worth anything in the end. He'd rather they be destroyed than to have them being auctioned off to the highest bidder. Fearful house elves followed him and hastily tidied up the debris of the items as Draco took them out methodically. Eventually he tired of that since there were far too many heirlooms, and he just didn't have the time to destroy them one by one before he had to return to Hogwarts.

Draco sighed and stood up as it started to snow heavy flakes into his hair. He didn't know if he was even going to return to Hogwarts. What would be the point? He was already dead. As far as he knew there was no cure. Or at least that's what the Dark Lord had said. Then again he couldn't exactly trust the Dark Lord, he had been raised being told that the Dark Lord dealt in lies, and that every scheme of his only held a sliver of truth. Perhaps he would return to Hogwarts and speak with Snape and Dumbledore. He didn't really know what else to do. It would probably take countless hours in order to find if there even is a cure to the damn potion. Maybe he should leave immediately.

Yes, that was what he would do. He would immediately go to Hogwarts.

With that thought he headed towards the door to the Manor, and slipped and fell face down into the snow. 'Shit, still drunk.' Draco stood up again his face flushed and carefully, one foot in front of the other, made his way back to the house. Perhaps he'd take a few of his father's bottles of Fire whiskey with him. It's not like anyone else was going to drink it.

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At Hogwarts Harry awoke to the familiar site of a white ceiling and groaned. 'In the Hospital Wing again. What in Merlin's name happened this time?' Sitting up he reached over to the familiar bedside table and put on his glasses. He was in the bed closest to the window, where he normally stayed in his visits to the infirmary, and he looked out to see the grounds coated in white snow, perhaps a foot higher than it was the last time he looked out, so either it had snowed quite a bit during the night, or he had been out of it for a while. It wasn't totally ridiculous to wake up to a foot of snow after only one night, but knowing Harry's luck this wasn't the case.

"Ah, Mister Potter! I see you're finally awake." Madame Pomfrey said as she walked towards him carrying a tray of food. 'Finally awake?' That didn't seem like a good sign to Harry.

"How long have I been out Madame Pomfrey?" Harry asked. He didn't ask what happened, because if he was out long he didn't really want to know yet.

"Five days." She said as she set the tray down on Harry's lap and gestured to two potions on the corner of the tray. "Take this one before you eat your lunch, and take this one after."

Harry stared at the food with distaste. It looked like some kind of chowder and toast. Not something he really wanted to eat at the moment. He doubted Madame Pomfrey would take any pity on him though, so he took the first potion and picked up his spoon.

"What happened, Madame Pomfrey?" Harry asked as he picked up his toast with his other hand and dipped it into the chowder.

"You awoke around 3am five days ago screaming at the top of your lungs for about twenty seconds, and then you passed out. Mr. Weasley alerted us to your predicament and we brought you here. As to why this happened, I've seen it happen when wizards come into new powers. The increase in power to their magical cores is far too much for the body to handle and so the wizard will pass out for approximately five days for the body to adjust."

"And this is what happened to me? I've come into new magical powers?" Harry asked. He didn't know if he wanted new magical powers. He felt like he was strange enough and didn't need to have any more attention.

"Well, by examining your magical core we can't really see a noticeable difference in power. In fact the only change we have found is that your eye color has changed."

"My what?!" Harry pushed the tray aside and made his way to the bathroom. He hooked both eyes open with his fingers and peered into the looking glass. Yes. His eye color had changed to a dark shade of grey. Harry unhooked his eyes and he looked into the glass sorrowfully. From all the pictures he had ever seen of his parents he knew that the only physical characteristics he held of his mother's were her beautiful green eyes. And now he didn't even have those.

Understanding his disappointment Madame Pomfrey gave him a few minutes before ushering him back to his bed and to his lunch. Harry wasn't hungry any more and he just wanted to return to his room. Pomfrey was loathe to just let a patient go, but she couldn't find anything wrong with Harry so she sent him on his way with his promise that he'd eat well at dinner that night and he'd take his second potion on the way back to his common room.

Finally out of the hospital wing Harry ventured out onto the sunny but chilly Hogwarts grounds and sat dejectedly on a bench at the side of the lake. Sighing heavily he took the potion in one swig and then tossed the glass out into the lake, not really caring about the litter. What he heard next made him gasp out loud and fall backwards off the bench looking around frantically.

"Why so glum, chum?" A voice chuckled, seemingly amused at its own wittiness.

"What? Who's there?" Harry asked, pulling out his wand looking for the source of the voice.

"My name's Luce," The voice drawled, still amused.

"Where are you? Show yourself!" Harry said backing away from the bench and looking left and right.

"Don't be silly, I'm not here I'm in here!" The voice said as Harry felt a tingle in his head behind his eyes. It tickled slightly and Harry rubbed his eyes behind his glasses.

"You're in my head!?" Harry's newly grey eyes widened in shock.

"Indeed, although how I got here I have no idea. Last thing I remember I was… Actually I don't know what I remember!" The voice stopped, now sounding worried.

'Wait, so if you're in my head, can you hear my thoughts?' Harry thought, questioning the voice.

"Yes." The voice didn't really seem so amused anymore.

'Well, can you access my memories, or anything like that? Do you know my feelings?'

"Well, I can tell that you're worried that I can access your memories, so you'll be glad to know that I can't. As to knowing your feelings, I can tell that now you are glad that I can't access your memories. So the answer the second question in an affirmative." The voice chuckled again, back to being amused.

'How did you get in there, and who are you?' Harry asked as he sat back down on the bench.

"Couldn't tell you. One second I was somewhere, and now I'm here. As to who I am, my name is Luce as I've already told you."

'Surely there is more to you than just being Luce. Are you human? Are you dead? Are you some kind of magical creature?'

Luce seemed to think about this for a bit, "Dear lord, I hope I'm not dead… I guess I can't be sure though. How else would I be here? If I weren't dead I assume that I would be in my own body. Which leads me to believe that I am dead. Which is very troubling, especially considering that I have something very important to attend to!" Luce seemed to be very troubled at these thoughts.

'Important business?'

"Yes, but for the life of me I can't remember what it is! All I know is that it is very important. A life and death situation!"

'Are you sure this important business isn't about your life and death situation? Because then I think it might be a bit too late for you.'

"No. It isn't about me. I know that for sure. It's about someone else. Someone very important to me."

'Listen, if it's so important, maybe we should go see Dumbledore. Maybe he can give us some insight into who you are, and what you're doing in my head.' Harry started heading back towards Hogwarts and Dumbledore's office.

"Yes, I can tell that you're troubled that I'm in here. I'm troubled as well… but what is a Dumbledore?"

'Uhh… Dumbledore? The Headmaster of Hogwarts? Where are you from? Surely you would know about Dumbledore if you were from somewhere around here. Are you a wizard?'

"A wizard?" Luce sounded very amused now.

'Yeah, a wizard. A magical human, not a muggle.' Now Harry was annoyed. Surely Luce had to be a wizard, or else how would he be in his head? He didn't think it was possible for a muggle to be transported into his thoughts. But then, why shouldn't a muggle's spirit be here if a wizard's could be here? Now Harry was just confused again. 'Did you say if you were human or not?'

"Yes I'm human, how else would I be talking to you?" Luce said exasperated. Harry could almost feel that Luce was rolling his eyes. Well, if a disembodied spirit that happened to be in Harry's head had eyes.

'As far as I have seen, most humans have bodies. And you're borrowing mine right now, so that strikes you off the human list.' Harry thought, mentally glaring at Luce's image in his head. Harry was imagining Luce as a Harry look alike but with blonde hair instead of black, as Luce seemed to be just as annoying as a certain young Malfoy he knew.

Luce just chuckled.

Harry reached the gargoyle and found that the way up to the Headmaster's office was already opened. So he stepped onto the stairs and made his way up. Harry reached the top and looked into the Headmaster's open office door to see a more pale than usual Draco Malfoy sitting next to an equally pale looking Severus Snape.

"They look troubled." Luce observed.

'Suits them right' Harry grumped.

"Oh Harry! You're awake! Marvelous. What can I do for you?" The Headmaster Dumbledore said looking up from his conversation with Malfoy and Snape, his eyes twinkling as he looked at Harry.

"Do you have a few minutes Professor? I'd like to speak with you alone." Harry said.

"Certainly Harry, we were actually just finishing up here." Dumbledore turned back to look at Malfoy, his twinkling eyes turning sorrowful. "I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy, there is nothing that I can think of to do just yet. But you have my word that all the Professors here will do our best to find a way to help you."

Malfoy just nodded numbly and made his way out of the office with Professor Snape's hand on his shoulder. Neither of them even stopped to snarl or to give Harry a dirty look, which made Harry think that their problems must be more troubling than he thought. Still it really had nothing to do with him. And he already had problems of his own.

"I wouldn't call myself a problem," Luce sniffed disdainfully.

'Yeah well you don't have some random disembodied spirit in your head now do you?' Harry scowled.

"Harry, if you would like to come in?" Dumbledore waved him inside and gestured him towards a seat. Two teacups filled with what smelled like Earl Grey tea appeared in front of them both, and an assortment of sweets, and pastries appeared between them as well. "So, what can I do for you? I assume the lovely Madame Pomfrey filled you in with our theories about your bout of unconsciousness, and that we really think it's nothing to worry about?"

"Yes, well… I actually do have something to worry about. It seems that I have a disembodied spirit inside my head." Harry said, pointing to his head. Harry could tell that he sounded rather stupid, not to mention insane. But that was really the only way to put it. "His name is Luce." Harry added lamely.

Dumbledore looked at him blankly and then reached for a lemon drop. Dumbledore put it in his mouth and then scrutinized Harry for a few minutes before saying, "Harry, are you sure you've been getting enough sleep lately?"

Luce snorted.

"Professor, I've been unconscious for five days! I don't know what you would consider enough sleep but I would think that that would cover it wouldn't it?" Now Harry was just annoyed. Surely the Headmaster could tell that he was not at all kidding.

"Quite right, quite right. Well I assume then that this Luce is the reason that you have been unconscious. It seems to me that if I had a disembodied spirit barge into my head that my mind would be rather shocked, and would shut down in order to accommodate… said voice."

"That actually sounds rather reasonable."

"Well? How do you think I should deal with this? Surely there is a way to get Luce out of my head and back to wherever he came from!"

"Did this Luce mention anything to you other than his name? Perhaps where he's from, and why he's here?"

"All he said is that his name is Luce. He's… human. He said he was doing something that he can't really remember, and that he somehow turned up in his head. He also said that he has some very important business to attend to, and that he hoped he wasn't dead because it was a life and death situation for someone else. He didn't know who you were, and he was amused when I mentioned wizards." Harry explained. Or at least tried to.

"Good enough," Luce assured him.

Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his temples. "Harry I don't want you to panic after this question, but… Luce doesn't happen to be short for Lucius, now does it?" He looked at Harry enquiringly.

Harry's eyes widened in alarm. 'Luce?'

"Lucius? Hmmm… Looooooshous. Yes. Lucius sounds about right." Luce said, his voice brightening.

Harry's jaw dropped.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. "Well, it seems we know what happened to Lucius Malfoy then." Dumbledore tossed back his tea and then poured some more for himself.

"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked, his voice lowered dangerously. Images of Lucius flashed through his mind, and memories of him came up unbidden.

"Ugh! That can't be me. That guy is a pompous arse!" Luce said sounding absolutely appalled.

'I thought you couldn't see my memories!' Harry thought indignantly.

"I can't unless you bring them up and think about them obviously" Luce drawled the last word.

The drawling is what concluded it for Harry. He had Lucius Malfoy in his head. Harry groaned and banged his head against the desk in front of him.

"Five days ago Lucius Malfoy was tortured and supposedly killed by the Death Eaters. Professor Snape, was not present at that meeting so we couldn't actually be sure. It seems it may be true since Lucius appears to be inside your head right now. But what you must understand Harry is that Lucius Malfoy had not always been as he seems. Lucius Malfoy had been disowned soon after his birth by his father since it is tradition for there to be only one Malfoy heir in the Malfoy family. Young Lucius was sent away to be raised by his uncle Aurelius Malfoy, who happened to be a squib and lived in the muggle world. Lucius never came in contact with the wizarding world. Several years later when Lucius was fifteen, his brother Annaeus Malfoy was killed by a Dark Arts experiment gone awry. His father Abraxas Malfoy immediately brought Lucius back to the wizarding world, and in a mere two years moulded him into the man you remember. How he did it, we're not sure. But he managed to turn Lucius against muggles, and created him into a formidable, power hungry wizard, a practitioner of the dark arts, and a follower of the Voldemort who back then wasn't Voldemort, just an ambitious young man name Tom Riddle who made… powerful friends."

"What a load of codswollop! Aurelius I am beginning to remember but he wasn't my uncle, he was my father! Abraxas, Annaeus, I have never heard of these names. This Dumbledore is mad." Luce informed Harry.

"Headmaster, Luce says that Aurelius was his father, not his uncle, and he's never heard of Abraxas or Annaeus." Harry was absolutely confused. He was worried about having Lucius in his head, but he was glad that he didn't have an evil Lucius in his head.

"Perhaps that was what Lucius was raised to believe. Maybe when his father brought him back from the muggle world he performed a series of memory charms to change his memories. You may have a pre-Abraxas Lucius residing in your head. But how did he manage to get there?" Dumbledore took a raspberry pastry and was chewing on it thoughtfully.

"You said that Lucius was killed by Voldemort five days ago, but you're not sure. I passed out five days ago. Which means that it makes sense for it to be Lucius. Yet as far as I know, when someone dies they die. Or they become a ghost. So what purpose would Lucius have to come into my head, and is it even possible? You said I awoke screaming, well the only time that happens is when I have a nightmare from my scar, or Voldemort is feeling particularly emotional about something." Now Harry was chewing on a lemon tart thoughtfully. He felt that they were getting to the bottom of this mystery.

"What I wouldn't give to be able to eat one of those lemon tarts myself." Luce said sadly. "Lemon tarts are my absolute favorite, along with lemon meringue pie."

"That must be it Harry. Your scar. You said that Voldemort sends you nightmares and visions through the connection of your scar. Perhaps this time he attempted to send something a little more substantial down your connection. Lucius Malfoy. Except for the trip down the connection must have stripped Lucius of his memories up to when the first memory charms must have been put on him. Lucius Malfoy's soul must have been stripped clean, rendering anything after his mind had been fiddled with as artificial and therefore discarded. You have fifteen year-old Lucius in your head. And I assume that since he's not, as you said a ghost, or disappeared to the after-life, somewhere Lucius must be alive." Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling as he came to a conclusion.

"Yay I'm alive! That's a relief. As for this evil Lucius business, good riddance. He seemed like a nasty fellow anyways. Now all we have to do is find my body!" Luce was saying happily.

'Luce, your body must be with Voldemort. Who is the darkest wizard alive. I don't even know how we're going to even get within 20 miles of your body, much less take it back into our possession so that we can return you to it!' Harry thought to Luce, with a clearly dismayed look on his face.

"Don't worry! We can do it!" Luce said brightly.

"Now that's just being ridiculously optimistic." Harry said sternly, not noticing he said it aloud. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at Harry. Harry just rolled his eyes and pointed at his forehead. "Luce seems to think that we can just walk up to Voldemort and ask for his body back."

"Ah, yes. Well we obviously can't do that. Sorry Luce. And as of right now we do have a life or death problem on our hands that we must deal with first. Possibly the very life and death business that Luce himself is worrying about." Dumbledore's face became serious and somewhat somber.

"Headmaster?" Harry looked at Dumbledore, feeling his stomach clench at the thought of what could make the Headmaster look so serious.

"Draco Malfoy is in trouble."

"Who's Draco?"

'Your son.'

"…oh."

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