(N/A: Hello I am Mandy Mae, author of Starlight! Naturally, this is its squeal, Moonlight! Enjoy!)

Disclaimer: I do not own this or the song, that is by Bryan Adams and yes it is from the movie spirit.

P.S. This should be better than Starlight, it has a more developed plot and I know exactly where I'm going with it now.)

Sometimes, we get a chance to contemplate how much something means to us, and how much we would give up for it. Sometimes, we don't. It's the times that we don't get that chance, or ignore that chance, that matter most.

Sometimes, we ignore the people trying to help us and push them away. Then everything that could go wrong goes wrong. It could happen to you. It happened to me.

Sometimes late at night, I sit in my cell and try to remember how I got myself into this mess. I look at the dingy walls, dripping and oozing moisture, an unfathomable, impenetrable mist that floats through the cell choking it's inhabitants, and sit with my canine ear pressed to the wall listening to the distant sound of the waves crashing against my confinement.

It's the sound of freedom.

It's hard to hear from behind these stonewalls, but with my dog-ear, I can sometimes hear its soothing melody.

Naturally, I'm not a dog. Nor would I ever want to permanently be a dog. I can deal with the tail, but the fleas- they murder.

But fleas are better than the memories.

As a dog the dementors can't hurt me. I can hold onto my sanity.

The minister was in here yesterday. I remember him asking the guards why I wasn't insane yet.

"Surely the youngest person to ever be held in Azakaban would be the quickest to be driven to insanity?"

I ran to the bars and gripped them tightly, using them to support my skinny figure.

"I'm already insane minister," I said in my hoarse whisper, "I was born insane!"

The guard hit me in the shoulder with his whip, but it didn't hurt me.

Nothing so mundane as a whip can hurt Addison Mae Potter.

"Crucio!" the man bellowed,"

Pain, like that of a white ho iron being applied to me on all angels as it tried to smother me with the combined efforts of its heat and pressure but I stayed standing.

"Wow," said the minister, "And so young. How old is she? Sixteen?"

"Fourteen," I answered, trying to be as rude as possible. Visitors only come every couples months so whenever they come, I make the most of it.

Bitterly sarcastic, insensitive, cynical, tricky, sneaky, deceiving, adulterous, double-crossing, fraudulent, witty, shifty, devious, histrionic, they've all been used to describe me. Even by those I thought were my friends.

How did my life get turned upside down? I was popular. I was confident. I was ready for anything. Except this. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. I ruined my life. But I don't regret it.

I should start my story at the beginning. When I first decided that I was independent.

My whole life I wished and wished for something good to happen to me. It did. I was just too blind to realize it.

I had the best friends anyone could ever have.

But I lost them one by one I made uncrossable gaps until I had no one to fall back on.

The last two weeks of the summer before my second year were spent at Hogwarts. That's where my story opens. Me with my best friends, Remus, James and Sirius, running around Hogwarts, just being kids.

It was the last day before everyone would be coming back. We had spent the summer running into the forest and around the castle. We learned everything we could. We knew the passageways and secrets of Hogwarts, probably more than any other student ever knew. We had snuck into the forest, met Firenze, Bane and all the centaurs. I had learned how to swim in the lake and nearly been attacked by the giant squid.

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Addy Mae sat on the bank of the Great Lake with her toes in the water, making little ripples with her toes. A hand was playing in her hair. The hand was connected to Sirius Black, who was tiredly leaning against the tree.

Addy relaxed and fell back onto Sirius.

James suppressed a snicker as he watched his friends. He was perched onto the top of the tree, gazing into the night sky.

The last of the friends, Remus, was lying in the grass not far off, his head on his elbows as he flipped through a Standard Book of Spells, Grade Two.

Addy began to hum under her breath, catching on Remus began to sing.

(N/A: whenever there is a song, there will be a pre-specified code for when who is singing. In this song, Remus is underlined, Addy is slanted, James is normal and Sirius is bolded. Slanted and Bolded is all.)

I hear the wind- across the plain
A sound so strong - that calls my name
It's wild like the river - it's warm like the sun
Ya it's here - this is where I belong

Under the starry skies - where eagles have flown
This place is paradise - it's the place I call home

The moon on the mountains
The whisper through the trees
The waves on the water
Let nothing come between this and me

Cuz everything I want - is everything that's here
And when we're all together - there's nothing to fear

And wherever I wander - the one thing I've learned
It's to here - I will always...

always return

N/A: So what did you think? Read/Review!

N/A: Hello All! Happy Halloween! (almost) since I'm student council president I'll be very busy with the Halloween Parties we are planning and such so I don't know when I'll update next, might be a week but I should be able to on the weekend.)

Disclaimer: I own Addy and that's about it. If I owned Harry Potter, I would kill Peter. (For those of you just tuning in, I hate the rat's guts with a bloody passion)

N/A; do you know what really bugs me? All the time I read these fic about the poor short 5'5 or 5'4 girl, BLOODY HELL GET OVER IT! I friggen 5'1 so if they fell short…..

"Where the bloody hell are they!" yelled a girl with flaming red hair and sparkling green eyes to no one in particular. She was standing in small compartment of the Hogwarts express along with two other girls.

"Lily Evans!" said the curly haired witch sitting in the corner, scanning a teen witch weekly magazine. Even sitting down it was easy to tell that she was exceptionally tall. "When did you start cussing! I think Addy's rubbing off on you!"

"Oh shut up, don't say you're not worried about them, Maddi!" the redhead, Lily, snapped, "We haven't seen James or Sirius or Remus or even Addy since we got on the train and that was three hours ago! We've checked every compartment and I can't even count how many times I've gone up and down this hallway!"

"Lily, calm down," said Maddi not looking up from Teen Witch Weekly, "You've forgotten who we're talking about. Addy James and Sirius are the biggest pranksters in the school. Paired with Remus, who I dare say is the brains of the operation, if they don't want to be found, they won't be."

"I'm worried," piped up the small girl sitting against the window. "I wrote them all this summer and I never got a response. My father said they were involved in a brawl at a muggle mall but I haven't heard from the since."

"They were part of that battle! My mom told me three muggles died! Oh, Amelia, you don't think they could have done it?" said Maddi, taken aback.

"Don't be silly. It takes a fully qualified witch or wizard to perform Avada Kedavra." Amelia pointed out.

"I don't know," continued Maddi, "This is addy we're talking about. I've always thought that she could do whatever she put her mind to."

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Indeed, that's true. I could do whatever I put my mind to. I never used it for good though. If it was illegal, I wanted to learn how. That's why I'm here. The youngest prisoner. The youngest recorded person to ever successfully perform Avada Kedravra.