A/N: Sorry about the wait!

****Lyra's P.O.V.****

    Everything was white. I just sat, for days, terrified. I had a horrid headache. How can you feel pain if you're dead?

    I saw a woman with a blue-to-pink ombre running to me, crying.

  I thought for a moment, before my eyes lit up, "Aunt Amara?!" She nodded and I ran at her, tackling her in a hug.

   "Aunt Amara, where am I? Why are you the only one I can see? What about Mum, and Lily, and James, and Dad?" I was scared.

   "AMARA! Who in the name of Merlin are you talking to?" A red-haired woman came running up.

   "L-Lily?" She nodded, and a man I could tell was James came up behind her.

   I broke down right then. James was almost an exact replica of Harry, and he and Lily shared the same eyes that I had grown to love.

   Lily rubbed my back comfortingly. "You really loved him, didn't you, Lyra?"

   I looked at her with  haunted eyes. "He was, is, my everything, Lily. He's the only one whose always been there."

    "Well, we can see what he's doing now, if you like?" I nodded and she led me to a small white hut that I'm sure wasn't there before.

   Inside the house, there was a small pool of opaque liquid on the coffee table. I looked into it and saw Harry. Tear-stained face, underweight, messy hair even messier, green eyes dull. I felt tears begin to fall, and I looked at Lily and James determinedly.

   "I need to go back."

   ****Sarah's P.O.V.****

    A lot of people were at her funeral. Molly, Arthur, Bella, Hannah, Gabrielle, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Neville, Aaron, Sirius, Harry, and I included. Even Angelina came.

    All of the 'couples' were huddled together. Hermione and Ron, George and Bella, Molly and Arthur, Fred and Angelina, Gabrielle and Aaron, Hannah and Neville, all of them. Lee even came over to give me a shoulder to cry on. Sirius and Harry were alone.

   Harry refused to speak at the funeral. I didn't.

   "Would Lyra want this? All of you, dressed in black? No." I waved my wand and all of the dress clothes were turned to t-shirts and jeans. "You can transfigure them back later; it's not permanent. Anyways, Lyra. I know her better than anyone except maybe Harry, and she wouldn't want this.

   "She wouldn't want to be remebered as brave, kind, and perfect. She would want to be reebered as she was, flaws and all. And I know for a fact that she wasn't perfect. She could be selfless, kind, quiet, and she still is beautiful.  But she could also be selfish, rude, loud, and just flat out bratty. None of this changes who she actually was, actually is.

    "I don't care of this bores you, it's your own fault for coming. Lyra was, and still is an amazing person, and whether or not you believe it, she was so loved." I barely had time to collapse in my chair between Sirius and Lee before I broke down into sobs.

    A fourteen year old girl shouldn't have to speak at her fourteen year old sister's funeral.

    ****Lyra's P.O.V., Later that year****

   "WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE'S LYRA?" I heard a familiar male voice scream.

   "Honey, you-"

   "M-Mum?" I froze. Sarah and Harry were the only people who had parents her, wherever we were. I rushed out of the door, panicking.

   It was Harry.

   "Yes. Your father is inside taking to -" Lily replied.

   "Ly. He's talking to Ly, isn't he?"

   I couldn't take it anymore. My powers were raging, fear, happiness, anger and love flowing through my veins as fire, water, earth, and wind.

   "Harry James Potter. W-why are you here? Harry, please tell me you didn't . . . " I trailed off, not being able to bear the thought of Harry dying, even if it meant he was with me.

   "Ly? Ly, I've missed you so much!" Harry turned to me and I ran at him, tackling him in a hug. He looked down at me and kissed me, beaming.

   "Get a room, Harry." His father joked. Harry and I both turned beet red as Lily slapped her husband on his chest.

   "Harry, why are you here?" I asked.

    He looked at me, smiling. "I'm not dead, Ly. I'm sleeping. Don't ask how, or why. I'm here, because I honestly have no idea. But I'm here, and I missed you so much! Did you know Sarah transfigured all of the guest's dress clothes into jeans and t-shirts? Merlin, Ly, I've missed you. So, so, much."

   "Harry, I've missed you, too. I've been watching, and that Umbridge woman is horrible! Any other new enemies?" I asked, my Spotter calming down a bit.

   "Er. . . Umbridge, obviously. A couple of weirdos who keep flirting with me, the worst being Cho Chang. Remeber her, from quidditch? Seamus and Lucy are still avoiding me, and now, they're avoiding Sarah, too."

   "You know Sarah?" Aunt Amara butted in.

   "Yeah, why? Are you . . . " He hesitated, "Amara?"

   "Yup!"

   "Sarah's one of my best friends. She's really great." Harry smiled.

   "That's wonderful, Harry. I just wish I could meet her . . . " Aunt Amara sighed.

   "Harry, dear, you need to wake up." Lily smiled at her son, years in her eyes.

   "No! I mean, I don't want to leave yet. I finally get to meet my dead parents, and see my beautiful girlfriend for the first time in ages. I-I don't want to leave yet." Harry voice cracked and his emerald eyes shone 18th tears.

   "Harry, you know I love you, but you need to go back. Please, Ron and Hermione need you. Sarah needs you, Sirius needs you. Please." I asked, my heart breaking with every word. My voice lowered. "I'm not giving up."

    He nodded an embraced me, giving me a small kiss until he faded away.

****Alya's P.O.V.****

   I was locked in the basement of Malfoy Manor. Had been for years. My white-blonde hair was tangled and matted, brown and greasy from years of neglect. I know I'm underweight, and that my best friends are dead. I know that my child is alive.

   I don't know what year it is. I don't know how old my daughter is, or where her father is. I don't know if her father is even alive. I don't know if my brother is alive. I don't know whether I'll die in here or not.

   ****Harry's P.O.V.****

   Dream:

   I was in a dark, musty dungeon, looking at at crumpled figure. Looking closer, I realised it was a small woman. Her long hair looked like it had been blonde once, but is now covered in dirt in grime, and what looks like blood. Her skin was pale, and she couldn't have weighed more than one hundred pounds.

   A short man with mouse-like qualities walked into the cell 28th a devilish smile. Peter Pettigrew kicked the small lump of a woman. She looked up, anger and fear evident in her crystal blue eyes.

   "Inside sorces have lead the Dark Lord to believe you know of the Potter boy's connections. The Dark Lord needs your information."

   "Good for him." She croaked.

   "Crucio!" The treacherous man casted. The girl writhed around in pain, but refused to scream.

   As she did so, I noticed the scars on her arms. Words and slashes covered her forearms, words like 'mudblood' and 'blood traitor'. Words like 'half-breed' and 'hideous'. The part that scared me the most, however, was that the hand writing matched the girl. I don't know how I know that, but I do. She carved these own words into her arms. I
Maybe it was the Imperious curse, or maybe it was the starvation and grief that caused it, but it scared me.

   "Fine. Suit yourself, but Lucius will be back to finish where I left off." He smirked, and walked back.

   Dream over.

   I woke up with a cold sweat, my heart beating rapidly. I tried, and failed, to rid my memory of the dream. Unable to fall back asleep, I walked downstairs, into a late-night Order meeting.

    Mrs. Weasley looked flustered. "Harry-"

   "Sorry, Mrs. Weasley, but I have news. I had another dream-"

   "Harry, that happens every other night."

    "-but this one was different. This one was beyond real. Do any of you know a small lady with blonde hair? Probably missing for a while?" At this comment,  Sirius and Lupin paled. "I believe she's being held hostage in Malfoy Manor."

   The entire Order erupted in shouts. Sirius and Lupin were demanding that the entire Order march down to Malfoy Manor and retrive the woman. Tonks, Mad-Eye, Kingsley, Mr. Weasley, and a few others were trying to be logical, and Mrs. Weasley was fussing about 'waking the children'.

   It ended with Mrs. Weasley telling them all to 'shut up and go to bed', and that 'we'll continue this tomorrow'. I still didn't fall asleep that night.

   ****Remus' P.O.V.****

   I wasn't able to sleep at all that night. I knew who the blonde girl was. It was Alya Black, Sirius' sister, the girl I fell in love with.

   I thought she was dead.

   For years, all was quiet. We never heard from her, and we all assumed she was dead. It broke my heart. Before Dumbledore asked me to teach at Hogwarts, I had nothing. I was so broken, and no one could fix me.

   Now, I feel a million emotions run through me. Anger, fear, and horror, but also relief and giddiness. Angry at whoever took her, fear that she wouldn't remember or return my feelings, and horrified at Harry's description of her. Relief and giddiness that she's alive.

    I was up all of that night, worrying. The next morning, Sirius and I basically demanded that the Order get her today. They reluctantly agreed. Mad-Eye handed out plans (that man always seems to have plans) for the mission.

   We - Mad-Eye, Tonks, Sirius, Kingsley, Arthur, and another man I couldn't be bothered to remember the name of - apparated in formation close to Malfoy Manor, clad in disillusionment charms. Kingsley did the coumter curse to the protective barriers, including the anti-apperation jinx, allowing us a few minutes of access. Sirius and I, as planned reluctantly stood guard at the top of the stairs, while Kingsley went to get Alya. My Alya. Kingsley ran up the stairs, carrying a small, frail body.

   "GO!" He screamed. We did as told, apparating to the doorstep of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He appeared moments after.

   He laid her delicate body on the counter, and allowed Mrs. Weasley a few spells. Most of them were healing spells, but one of them - scourgify - removed most of the dirt and blood, allowing me to see her beautiful face, and her white-blonde hair was shining, full of life. Life she barely had.

   Her ice-blue eyes fluttered open, her fear evident. "R-Remmy?" She croaked.

    "Yeah, Jo?" I responded, using the nickname only I called her.

   "Remmy, where's Bella?" Mr. Weasley looked shocked at this.

   "Bella is the name of one of my son's friends. I believe she's stating with us, actually. Would to like me to get her?" She nodded mutely.

   Moments later, a tall girl with  light blonde hair hopped into the room. "Hello? Mr. Weasley came in and told me I was needed?"

   "Bella, baby?"

   ****Bella's P.O.V.****

   "Bella, baby?" The pale woman asked.

   I was catapulted into a memory.

    Flashback:

    I was a baby, only about a year or so old. I was sitting in a lady's, I guess my mum's arms. She had pale features, from her skin to her hair, which made her bright ice eyes pop naturally. She was singing me a soft song, to which I couldn't understand the lyrics.

     Another woman, this one also with white-blonde hair, though her's had a dark streak in it. "It's time. Now, Alya, you must do this now."

   "But Narcissa-"

    "I know. But I have discovered a magical orphanage near Kings Cross station that will suit her well."

    "Goodbye, Bella, baby. I love you." My mother offered a an a kiss to my forehead before she handed me to that tall lady, Narcissa.

    Flashback over.

   "M-Mum?" I sputtered.

   "Yes. I have a few questions for you." Alya nodded, missing my heartbroken look.

   "What happens to you on a full moon? Because I'm a Moon Fairy, and your father . . ."

    "I'm a mermaid, why? And who was my father?"

   "Er . . ."

   "Jo, what's wrong?" I asked.

   "Her father is still alive."

    "Who? Was it someone at that stupid manor, because I-" I demanded, ground scared for her.

    "No, Remmy. It was you."