A/N: Ergh.. my first fic.. work with me..
Disclaimer: It's J.K. Rowling's world, I'm just turning it upside down.

Prologue
Midnight Melodies

You walk through the halls of Hogwarts, towards the Astronomy tower.
You're not quite sure, you just feel drawn there.
You climb the spiral staircase in the semidarkness. "I shouldn't be here.." you keep telling yourself, scolding. But you should be, you have to be. An irresistible urge is pulling you to the tower. An urge so strong, it woke you in the dead of the night, just as the clock struck one.

You cautiously look over your shoulder to be sure Ms. Norris isn't around. Sometimes you wonder just how old that cat is, but just as soon as your mind starts to wander back down the stairs it gets pulled back to the tower, almost unwillingly.

It's odd, your subconscious is pulling you up the tower, as if in search of something.

You climb through the trap door to the roof and are immediately bathed in moonlight. The night is silent, without even the rustle of a breeze. The silence is deafening and you shiver.

Then you turn, and your eye catches a glint of something hidden in the shadows. Your other mind takes over again and you find yourself moving towards the glint. It's strange... As if the depths of your mind are being lured along, longing for something.

A sweet yet elusive song, and as soon as you find it in your grasp it dances farther away.

As you get to the shadows you find what was making the shine.
A silver crescent moon charm lay in the shadows.. but it's not alone.
The charm and its thin silver chain are piled gently atop a black book, with blood red swirls on the cover.

Your mind reaches for it, and your hand mirrors the motion. You pick up the book and find the swirls, when looked closely upon, form one word. The word alone makes you shiver with both fear and curiosity, terror and longing, though you don't know why:

Ember

You suddenly realize your hands are trembling.
No. You think, It's not right. An invasion of privacy, to whoever owns this. Anyway, I shouldn't even be up here. I should just go back to bed and pretend none of this has ever happened.

That's what you try to tell yourself, but a deeper power is overwhelming you once more. That melody you've been chasing, is laying right here, in your own hands. Who would leave a diary and necklace up here anyway?

Suddenly the nonexistent breeze shifts, and the hairs rise on the back of your neck.

Ever feel like you're being watched?

A/N: Well, that's it for the prologue. Please R&R. If people like it I'll update.