Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K Rowling does.

A/N: Yay! Winter Break! Finally! No more Finals and Classes! And here's the revised prologue. It's not really all that different from before but there are some changes. I'm going to warn you now, There will be more major changes further into the story. I'm almost done with the final revision of Chapter One so please bear with me. I should be able to post the revised Chapter one in a week or two. My family and I are getting ready to move by the time Christmas is here and we have a lot of packing to do so I might have to push back some of my revisions. I will definitely have another revised chapter up before school starts up again and then it might not be until the next break or summer before I have time to revise and post another. I apologize for any delay in the future.

A/N 2: Even as I am posting this, I will be taking down the other chapters. They will later be replaced by the new and hopefully improved revised versions.

To Cenna, Adenoide, Kalisace, and Yana5,

I want to thank you for you reviews. ^.^

I am really happy to hear that there are people who like my story.

Anyways. Here's the beginning. I hope you enjoy it.

Prologue: The Beginning

'Nightwalk Academy is one of the most obscured and little-known schools in all of the magical world. The few facts about the school that are widely known is that the school produces the best if the best in any given field of magic. This school accepts anyone who can pass their entrance exams and therefore all magical beings and creature inheritors are accepted. It is rumored that the school also accepts those of different dimensions but nothing has been proven. It is speculated that out of everyone who apply only 10% get accepted and of those 10 percent less than one percent are able to actually live to receive teaching from the school. The school was first discovered in the early 1700's and at that time, Ark Moor was the headmaster. It is unknown whether he was the founder of the school or merely the headmaster at that time. This school had a longstanding tradition of violence and is considered the Darkest school in world.'

Harry Potter lowered the ancient book onto the table. He sat there with his eyes closed for a moment, his face scrunched up in deep thought and indecision. Nightwalk was the school that he found in one of the few books on school not in Europe. After what had happened a few days prior, He knew he had to leave Hogwarts if not to keep his friends safe, to find his center. He had been scourging the Room of Requirements of books on any school outside of Europe and found precious few but they were enough. The other schools he found did not seem to teach him the art of battle as well as Nightwalk seem to describe to him. It was a hard decision especially when he found that Nightwalk was actually considered a dark school. He let out a breath and opened his eyes. They flashed with determination.

"Alright. There's no backing out once the decision is made." Harry said as he took out a piece of parchment and a self-inking quill from his book bag, which was sitting next to him, and began composing his letter to the headmistress or master.

To the Headmaster or Headmistress of Nightwalk Academy,

My name is Emery Tarot Hasp Jr.,

I read about your school and Find that it is the type of school that will help me prepare for my future. I would like to apply…

It was almost time for the summer in which the students would all return to their respective homes from Hogwarts. Harry had barely got out of the ministry with his life a few days prior. He hasn't spoken much to anyone since leaving the Ministry. When Hermione and Ron left the hospital wing, they had tried to cheer him up but he seemed to be in a perpetual state of depression. Nothing seemed to be able to cheer him up. The articles in the Daily Prophet only made things worse as they didn't mention Voldemort still being alive.

No.

They focused on the fact that Harry had led a group of students and broke into the ministry illegally, even though they did enter from the front entrance. The Prophet called him a criminal and Dark Lord to be. No one but those who had attended to DA or went on the mission actually knew what was going on but due to peer pressure, many of the turned on Harry. This only made him sink deeper into his depression.

Harry finished off his letter and the grabbed his bag to stand. He left the solitude of the Room of requirements and headed to the owlry. On his way there, he ran into Luna.

"Hi, Harry. How are you?" She asked in her usual dreamy tone.

"I'm fine, Luna. Listen, I'm in a hurry so…" Harry swiftly walked past her but was stopped when she spoke again.

"Harry…Don't let the Ranka Hetsi's bother you too much. They'll go away if you give them some love. Your Omarisis Killifargs will keep you safe on your journey to your soul." Luna said dreamily and skipped off. Harry turned to watch her go off with a strange look on his face before shaking his head and dismissing it as another Luna thing that he would never understand. He continued on his way to the owlry, this time he didn't meet anyone, much to his own relief. When he got to the owlry, a snow-white owl immediately flew and made a perch of his shoulder.

"Hey, Hedwig. How have you been?" Hedwig hooted, and gently nipped his ear. Harry smiled a little. "Hedwig. Listen. I'm sorry but I can't let you deliver this for me." Hedwig glared at him. Harry immediately began to explain himself. "Look, I know you're the best for this job but you're too recognizable. Everyone knows you are with me so they'll know who I am if I send you. I need people to think I'm not me. And besides that, you're way too beautiful. Everyone will want to stare at you and I don't want anyone to take you away from me, especially with how far this delivery is going to be."

Hedwig hooted once more and preened. Harry chuckled, glad that the crisis had been averted. "Good. Now let's go find an Owl who can help me deliver this."

Hedwig glared at the reminder that it wasn't her who was going to deliver whatever it was that Harry had. "Don't worry, Hedwig. I'll give you some things to deliver soon." Hedwig continued to glare but gave a grudging hoot of assent. Harry smiled again and walked around the owlry. He found on of the school owls and asked it if he could deliver a letter and with a single hoot as his answer, Harry tied the letter to his leg. After telling him where to go, he flew off.

Harry the turned back to Hedwig once the owl was out of sight. "Alright Hedwig. I'll see you later." Hedwig nipped his ear harder than usually, indicating that she still held a small grudge, and flew off. Harry sighed. "Okay. Let's get the stones rolling here."

Harry walked swiftly from the Owlry back to the castle and into Gryffindor tower. There, he met with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville, who had also left the hospital wing.

"Harry. Are you alright? Where have you been?" Ginny immediately began asking.

"I'm fine, Ginny. I just needed some time alone and I couldn't do that here so I left."

"Harry…about Sirius…" Hermione began but Harry cut her off.

"What about him." Harry asked, his voice cold and his expression closed off.

"We know how much he means to you but you have to move on." Hermione said gently.

"I'll move on when I move on." Harry stated.

"Harry, you have to move one quickly. And I think the best way for you to get over Sirius's death is if you talk about it with us." She said.

Harry's temper flared at her tone. She sounded like she had a right to know. Even when she didn't understand a single thing about how he was feeling. After all, she hasn't lost the only one who could have taken him as his family after so long without one. She didn't understand how he felt to see that the promise Sirius made to him in second year would never come true! How dare she!

"Drop It, alright! I do not need to talk about it! And even if I did, you wouldn't understand! You've never been in my situation so just stay the bloody hell out of my business!"

"Gee, she was only trying to help, mate. No need to snap at her like that." Ron said, growing angry.

"Well, maybe I don't want or need her help!" Harry growled back, storming away into the empty dorm room.

"Harry wait!" Ginny tried to go after him but Ron grabbed her arm.

"Leave him! If he doesn't want our help, he will blood hell not get it!"

"Harry's been on a really short fuse lately." Neville observed.

"Forget about the bastard." Ron snapped.

"Ron! You don't mean that!" Hermione scolded.

"Of course I mean it! If he's going to act like a damn prat about everything, I sure as hell mean it."

T.B.C

That's it for now, people. I hope the revisions actually made it better. If not, Send me a message or review and I'll try to fix any problems there are.

Also, I'm going to have to warn you, This will NOT be the final final Revision of this story. I have the tendency to go back and reread what I've written if I have a writer's block and change whatever I don't like. I will of course, put up a Note if I am going to go into revision.

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