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New Moon


"Luna"

The new moon rises…
warm rays of perfection
wash over
and I remember the sun.



Prologue
July 10, 1996

A bright flash of silver light flashed behind his tightly closed lids…

Harry jerked into a sitting position, panting and sweating, knowing that this dream, like so many before it, was more than just a dream. His labored breathing rattled unsettlingly in the still air that surrounded him at two in the morning.

Harry looked at Hedwig's cage… praying he wasn't alone, but the cage stood empty, she had gone hunting.

He looked away from the empty cage and concentrated on the dream. It was hard to recall, harder than the others…

Harry's heart skipped a beat. His eyes darted madly around the room for his wand. Then he remembered… his wand was locked in a drawer in the kitchen, compliments of his Uncle Vernon.

He snatched a paperclip from the desk and ran from the room noisily, not caring who heard him. He slid on his socked feet into the kitchen on the clean linoleum tile. His body ached at the sudden exertion. He hadn't, after all, left his bedroom since he arrived home for the summer holidays. The only time he had been out of his room was when he had arrived at number four and his Uncle had taken his wand and let Harry watch as he locked it in the drawer next to the sink. That and the occasional trip to the privy.

The offending drawer sat before Harry as he removed the paperclip from his pocket.

A thudding overhead made him freeze… He must have woken Uncle Vernon for the large man was headed for the stairs at that very moment. Harry hurriedly picked at the lock, willing it to open. Vernon entered the kitchen. The light from the full moon reflected off his angry features as he opened his mouth to yell at the boy before him.

However, before Vernon Dursley could so much as utter a sound, the front door burst open in a shower of wood splinters.

Harry turned away from the Death Eaters he knew were entering the living room. He tried desperately to force open the drawer, pulling against it with all his weight. With a snap the wood cracked and the drawer flew open. His wand took to the air and over his head. By the time he turned around it had landed, almost delicately, in the hand of the Death Eater that had just cast the killing curse on his Uncle. The Death Eater's own wand was pointed at Harry's chest and Harry heard a low rumble of laughter from the man.

Harry closed his eyes tightly, welcoming death. His last thoughts were that he would get to see his godfather again, and he'd finally meet his parents.

A bright flash of silver light flashed behind his tightly closed lids… and Harry Potter was gone.


Over Seven Years Later…
September 8, 2002

A silver haze of fog covered the valley floor. A streak of lightening split the fog and hit the Earth below with a heavy thud that cracked and splintered the silence. Where the lightening and Earth had connected three figures now stood. Dark capes covered their bodies and hoods held their faces in deep shadow.

Two of them were adults, and one was a teenager. The tallest adult wore a dark green cape, the other adult, not much shorter, wore solid black and the teenager a muted, worn sort of dark maroon.

The tallest of the three looked at the black clad man beside him. "Are we there?" he said with obvious humor in his voice.

"Yes." The other man replied, "I'm home."

The boy turned sharply toward the two adults. "You mean to tell me, all that stuff was actually true? All those crazy stories?" his voice held his disbelief almost tangibly and the tallest laughed.

"Of course it was the truth. Harry wouldn't lie to us." The tallest said while clapping Harry firmly on the shoulder.

"Of course he'd lie to us!" the boy almost yelled in exasperation.

"Maybe to you kid, but not to me." And with that the dark green clad man turned his complete attention to the other adult, Harry. "So, where are we off to?"

Harry didn't reply but began to move out of the valley to a road at its base. He pushed the cape away from his left hip, revealing a large broadsword with an intricately designed hilt and sheath. The sword looked heavy and pulled at his belt, it was longer than the typical broadsword by at least a foot and a half. He reached past the sword were a long thin piece of wood was firmly tucked into his belt. He gently extracted the long black wand, it had carved runic symbols up its length, and it was a good two feet long. He raised his hand upward and sparks flew from the tip of the long, delicate wand.

In the pause that followed Harry returned the wand carefully to his belt. There was a sudden bang as the silence was once again broken and a double-decker bus came to a thundering halt before them. His companions stepped back at the sudden appearance of the machine, but Harry did not. The door opened and Harry handed the man several coins, which he took from a small pouch attached to his left sleeve.

"Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey." He said as he boarded. He looked back at his friends when he noticed that they weren't following. "Come on you two, it's just the Knight Bus, it doesn't bite."

His two friends slowly made their way into the vehicle and it thundered off again before they even found a place to sit.