This ch will have a Harry P.O.V. this story in a whole is supposed to be in Dracos po sometimes I will switch, if I deem it important enough.

Chapter 10

...You know after planning, one is usually supposed to enact said plan.

It had started that way, they spent a good half an hour just talking. I didn't bother joining, figuring they could handle it. Ron was supposed to be a strategic genius. Besides, Harry was acting weird. And I'd bet 16 galleons that it wasn't because of Weaslette. Sure he'd be hurt, who wouldn't. She basically told him she dated him for his fame. But, it wasn't enough to devastate him. There were only three thing that I know of that can devastate Harry Potter. The top most being the loss of a loved one. This includes death and anything really, that he can't save you from. That doesn't count betrayal, if you betray him then you just loose that place in his heart. I consider those particular people the dumbest. Then again I'm baised concerning Harry. The second, if I'm not mistaken would be guilt. He can overcome this one though. It would take alot of beatings, mostly verbal with a fight here and there if its serious, but it's not permanent. I figured he felt guilty over the Ginny fiasco. Don't know why yet but, I'm no Harry expert. Just the closest thing to one. And last but certainly not least, his hero-complex. It's complicated to explain but, he hates the publicity and pedestal everyone has him on. I once walked in on a private let-the-anger-and-desperation-go moment. I dont think I've ever seen anything ao sad yet so hot. Hey, you try watching your serious crush of six-to-three years work out and not think that's hot. Hmph,...I dont think he has a problem saving people really. Its just the expectations that come with it that gives him the angst. Sometimes it gets to be to much. In all honesty, thats why I believe him when he said I mean more to him than just an enemy. I was the only person to ever ignore 'the chosen one'. I never thought much on his "achievements", if anything I hate his achievements. I'll tolerate it, because its a part of him, but each one just reminds me of every time I could have lost him without ever getting a chamce to be with him. Every time that he jumped into danger, risking his life for people who only criticize and ask for more. It equal parts angered and scared me. Needless to say Hogwarts herself made it a mission to incinerate any prophet papers that get within two feet of me. My siblings were just assistants as far as I could see. Idiots even thought they were secret about it too.

...Anyway, at first we were ready, set, and raring to go. . At least I thought we were. The Reckless Trio said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley. (She even gave me a full tray of fudge. Not the small kind either.)Turns out it had become norm for them to always say goodbye before a mission. They never know when they'll be able to go back. Mission. They. NEVER. Know. Merlin, this is the first time they're talking about it and I already feel like I'm developing a permanent twitch. We apperated to the boundries of grim-something-ald place. You know I think I'll just call it black manor. Why not, I never liked this place anyway. Reminded me to much of Malfoy manor and I prefer to forget about that 'home' till I no longer had to go back. Plus the inside hasn't seen a house elf since aunt walburga died. Speaking of, her picture was the only entertainment allowed. Siri never let us redecorate, said there couldn't be evidence that he was helping me, he didn't need anymore problems. And since he was the only person who knew where the place was...scratch that, there was the order of the bird thing. Minor problem, they only occupied the main rooms and they used the front door or fireplace. I dont think they even knew there was more to black manor than just what they were able to see. Better for us anyway, though it did amuse me that Sirius seemed to be in the dark about the rest of the house as well. I promised to show him some of the hidden rooms under some conditions... the first being he had to get out of azakaban. Seriously, I never knew how he ended up there in the first place. Anyone who knew him should know he would never betray those he considers family. And the Marauders were family, gryffindor he may be but he kept the slytherin motto. Family is only those you trust and respect. You can earn it and you'll always be protected. Family sticks together. Most slytherins dont count thier parents as part of that group. A bit cruel but its not as if they were loving.

We were still at the border, not even at the front door. Just the Barrier. Geez, exactly what were they waiting for, an invitation. Nope they were just to busy talking to show some coutesy to the obviously emotionally tired Dragon. I ignored the fact that they were mostly just trying to convince the Weaslette of something. Why did she even have to come? I hated to be ignored. With an annoyed-bording-on-phycotic scowl I entered the house and waited. I wonder how long it will be for them to notice I'm gone.

"Siri, Sirius!" How he manages to not get caught again is beyond me. The point of being a fugitive means you CAN'T go out whenever you wish. Honestly, getting him out of there wasn't exactly easy. I wonder what happened to that rat he wanted to find.

I'm hungry.

I had time to make and eat an elaborate sandwich, complete with a side of fried bacon and glass of milk before they crashed through the door. I even managed to set aside another plate for Harry under a warming charm. They took that long, you could hear when they came in. They weren't exactly quiet about it. Walburga shrieked. Ignoring Weaslette' s frankly pigish spluttering, I walked over to the portrait. Throwing the covers to the side, I had the satisfaction of seeing her face lose all trace of color. An amazing feat considering she was a portrait. I smirked, the famous Marauder-Black smirk. She paled more.

"What are YOU doing here?"

"Oh but, auntie is that any way to greet your beloved pure-blooded Gorgeous nephew?" Boy, was I having fun. I ignored the gobsmacked teenagers standing in the doorway.

"PURE-BLOODED. YOU ARE NOT PURE-BLOODED. NOR ARE YOU MY MY NEPHEW. MY DRAKIE POO IS A GOOD RESPECTABLE MALFOY. YOU. YOU... YOU ARE A TRAITOR. TRAITOR. TRAITOR!" She shrieked the whole thing and I was glad to be used the whole thing and placed those protection spells around her frame about the same time when I learned them. The first time I heard her I had to learn sign language. I couldn't hear for a week. But even with that I could only take so much.

"Auntie, auntie, auntie. Haven't we been over this. Shouldn't family be repectful to other family." I shook my head and went to the kitchen to get my fun supplies. A permanent black marker, a piece of fudge, and a bunny I transfigured from my favorite button. She was whispering something to a clearly amused Harry and very disturbed and baffled Ron when I got back.

"Auntie, what are you doing? I thought you hated half-bloods and traitors. Your not really being nice are you?" I frowned. To not fall under the cruel category, the Defyers made a pact to only play when she deserved it. So far she always deserved it.

"Oh no sweetheart, I was just talking to this sweet.." I always wondered if you could hear a painting grind their teeth. They were just paintings. " boy. He was telling me all about his girlfriend. She..." I narrowed my eyes.

"Harry doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Yes, he does. He always used to bring her over. Such a...nice girl. Love..ly red hair. They did look so happy tog..." she barely got some of those words past her lips and she thought she could fool me. The Weaslette was smiling so wide I hoped she'd split in two. I was beyond mad. Harry. Was. MINE! I'm very possessive, she dug her own grave. Now she can lie in it. I walked calmly to her portrait, her words dying out as soon as she caught site of the bunny. It was really pathetic that her greatest fear was an animal that would rather eat a carrot than be mean. My steps were measured. Too measured, it was a testament to how mad I was that the couger came out to play. I uncapped the marker, getting ready to let my artistic ability bring me justice. She seemed to sense that anger because she abandoned any and all attempts at acting. Good thing to, she was a horrible actress. Her shrieks went unheard thanks to a little wandless magic we were taught and had perfected at a young age. I sang a little tune to fill the silence, completely ignoring the other occupants of the house. They're old enough to enterain themselves till Siri got back from wherever he went. Hermione could try to get the Weasel to actually open his eyes and the Weaslette and Harry can...I paused.

"Harry, can you you hold the bunny. She's starting to get heavy and I need both hands to finish my masterpiece." He didn't hesitate and I smirked at the Weaslette. Again with the sneers, honestly her face will freeze that way. Oh well, she can go jump in a volcano for all I care.

By the time Sirius came home, we must have been a sight for sore eyes. Walburga did not so much as raise her voice. She wouldn't dare. Wimpering about her beautiful hand painted portrait doesn't count. Honestly, it wasn't even that great...oh thats just how she always looked. Never mind.

"Why is Ginny tied up?...?I know i'm not going to want to know but why, oh why are you all covered in..please tell me that's pudding." It wasn't. Well not everything really.

"Some of it is. Honestly, I place all blame and therefore consequences with the Weasel. Its not my fault he has an endless pit for a stomache." See, when I was done creating my newest perfect piece of art (I don't know why she wimpers so much, it comes off...Eventually. ) I went to go get Harrys food. It. Was. Gone. The sandwich and bacon I slaved over, I even added my special ingredient; FUDGE. And the stupid weasel ate it. Gulping it like he did with the fudge the goddess so kindly granted him. Naturally, I had to retaliate. I took the tray of pudding I was saving for later and dumped it on his head. In my defence, he wasn't supposed to turn around and fight back with a jar of mayonnaise. It was war. I don't know the exact time Harry and Mione came, only that they were suddenly there. Trying to break us up and only succeding in getting themselves just as messy. I wasn't sure who threw that particular concoction, but it landed on the Weaslette. Now normally that would be cause to end things there with a full belly laugh. Only some of the stuff got on my fudge. WHICH SHE WAS TRYING TO STEAL. Sure she barely got the top off (that was really the only reason I didn't kill the bitch.) But it was the princible of the thing. She tried to SWIPE my FUDGE. That is so many wrongs I can't even begin to explain.

"Why is Ginny tied up?"

I looked at Siri, then looked at her. Looked at him. Her. Him again. "She touched my fudge." She really should've known better. Sirius paled.

"You brought fudge," he looked at the kitchen like a boggart was going to come and say boo at any given moment. I was smiling angelically when he stared back at me.

"Molly made it for me," I really didn't think that was cause to bonk his head on the wall. Repeatedly.

It was that time that I looked behind him. My eyes widened.

"Papa!" Quick as a snake I couldn't stop my feet from carrying me the last few inches of distance and clomping on to him. I knew he was alive and kicking, the prophecy all but said so. That didn't stop me from worrying. I even used the nickname we gave him after the adoption was all finished.

"Papa? I have a son?" I stilled and looked up at him. I almost forgot about the amnesia.

I smiled sadly, burying my sadness. I was going to fix this. I had too. Shaking my head, I spoke. "Not nessassarily. More like your mom adopted a bunch of kids and we all decided you were the closest thing we had to a dad. Its a bit complicated but don't worry. I'm going to help you get your memory back. After all, family doesn't abandon family." He blinked looking more than a little confused but that was expected. He was taking it remarkably well, all things considered.

"THATS professor Snape. The greasy bat. The guy who breaks any mirror he looks at. Are you BLIND?" Pity, someone managed to take the tape off her mouth. Her words registered. Huh, I didn't notice that. He didn't have his glamors on. Must have happened when Maha went to sleep. For a minute I felt her magic begining to dispell. I only managed to keep them on by feeding them my own magic till Maha felt stabilized enough that she wouldn't cause it to break unnaturally. That was almost the first thing we learned. Not having his memories, he wouldn't have known to do that. And he couldn't exactly put them back on.

"I almost forgot about that. We'll let the glamors stay off. At least until you get your memories back." The Weaslette really will lose her eyeballs if she keeps them that wide. Even Sirius looked a little shell-shocked. Well, honestly its not that shocking. Then again...hell, to each thier own.

"Okay, I'm going to need Harry and Siri to move..."

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Glamors. Isn't anybody else stuck on that? And I do think we're missing the important question. How did he get IN here? " The weasel really needed a lesson in manners. My eye twitched.

"YES, weasel in case you hadn't noticed glamors seem to be the norm for us snakes. That was why you didn't know it was me when I first let Lyra go. Now stop interpreting and get enrolled in a damn charm school." Harsh, real harsh. Hey weasel rubs me the wrong way and not in the way Harry does either. More in the Merlin-do-you-even-have-decency way. I ignored the so-called-important question.

"Can you tell us what your plan is before you start with the orders." Hermione was quick to difuse any would-be-horrible-arguments. "Yes Ron we're all confused but the Professor needs us more than we need answers. We'll let the PROFESSOR explain when he's in a position to do so. And Draco will only be to happy to answer our questions later." She snapped when Ron opened his mouth for what was to be yet another tirade I'm sure. The look she shot me had me shifting slighty behind Harry.

All I got to say is wow, maybe there's hope for Mione yet. Knowing better than to NOT explain to a need-too-know-everything maniac I answered as fast as I could, after all Theo was my brother. And if Trace was her soulmate then Theo was her male clone. Kinda like the Weasley twins and the Defyo Duo, Aleta and Arella.

"Aside from Sev himself, I'm the best at legilimency. I'm an artist, I love the complexity needed create new things. One of those things was a type of song magic. Using my voice and the pure emotion and will behind our songs, I developed a sort of new branch of magic by combining legilimency and a mild form of imperius. It's hard to explain but basically I'm going to sing him a song. A specific song that speaks to him and only him. See he has to feel and relate to my words. Sort of like how some people cry because they know exactly what the singer is trying to say. They experienced the same emotion or want the same thing. It calls to thier heart. He also has to want to remember. The will is the most important part of the spell. In cases like this it usually helps if we know the persons soul song." I took a deep breath, hoping to Merlin that it was a good enough explanation. Soul songs were just that, songs of the soul. It changes if something monumental happens but usually it stays the same. I already knew Sevs. We all gave exchanged that information when we made the emergency Aurora safe armor. I'll explain that more only if I have too.

It apparently was because she started giving orders, apparently catching on to what I was trying to do. Once the stage was made and the Weaslette was planted in a seat. We debated untying her but, she already proved she'd react first and shove the concequences to someone else later. I got the honor of putting the tape back on her mouth, ok I did that in secret. I wasn't about to take any chances and no one noticed me. As far as I knew it was fine. Sev, the forever arse was amused. Merlin, but even with his memories gone he could still find amusement in every situation.

It took us quite a bit more time to pick which instruments to use.I had to tweak the tempo a bit, I didn't like the way he sung it. Ron couldn't help, he was tone dead...Or was it deaf. Oh well, you get the picture. After a few more surprising revelations; who knew Hermione could play a guitar. I already knew Harry was good with one, but Mione? Life is full of surprises. Speaking of, Ron went on drums. And he. Was. Good. Its official I'm in a parallel universe.

Well, nothing for it but to get started. Ladies and gents playing Heart of Life by John Mayer in a more modern tempo, we have our very own Lyra, unglamored with an ulikely crew of motley Gryffindors. Hold the applause.

Harrys POV

In a way, I always knew Lyra was my fudge-obsessed Dragon. Something about the way she moved, how her eyes sparkled and glittered when she thinks of something particularly great. Just the way she bites her lip as if she wants to hide but realizes that it wasn't nessesary. It was always his fsce that flashed to the forefront of my mind. It also helped that I could taste magic when someone casts a spell or one is already placed. It became a secret obsession of mine, to see him preform without any glamors. Without any face or body but his own. I dreamed and imagined it on a level bordering on phycotic.

It took awhile but I finally admitted that my feeling ran deeper than anyone ever inspired. It took a longer while to accept it and not see it as a curse or the result of a love potion. Rons all-Malfoys-are-evil speeches did not help. Needless to say, Ginny did not take that conversation well. I didn't think she was delusional but I did know she was in denial. I tend to only see the good in people. Sort of see-the-good-till-proven-blind kinda thing. And boy did Ginny prove me blind. It hurt, but in a way it was kinda my fault, I don't know what I did to make her think I was in love with her. It had to be something though. She can't be that crazy...right?

Anyway, Draco is better than anything I could imagine, asleep or otherwise. His very words had every memory coming to the surface. The Dursleys, Ron, Hermione, Siri, Remus... everyone that made me work harder to be free. Everyone that kept me sane and alive. Everytime someone saved me from myself. I remembered everyone that I love and in turn helped me feel loved. I remembered all the good even if there was just as much bad. The looks on the other faces had me thinking 'I wasn't the only one'. The pure way he just dives into the music, into the lyrics gave his words life. Even if I hadn't felt or experienced anything the likes of which his song says, I would still cry and laugh. It might not have called to my heart, my very soul. But it did touch it.

By the time it ended, I had half a mind to just yell 'encore, encore' just to hear his voice again. Professor Snape had tears running down his face, despite the very big smile gracing his, admittedly hot features. It was wierd to think of SNAPE as hot, but for some deranged reason it made sense. For a minute there was just silence, then Snape closed his eyes and fainted.