Harry Potter and the Blue-light Lunar Curse

Warning! Summary contains spoilers for book six of Harry Potter. If you have not read it, I propose you don't read this fanfic or it's summary.

Summary- It has only been a few months since the death of Dumbledore. Everything Harry loved and once knew is being stripped from him one by one. After the promise of getting stronger, Harry returns to school to strengthen his spells. After he finishes he swears on his love ones graves, that he will destroy all of the Horcruxes and revenge all of their deaths. With the help of his friends, new feelings will arise, and old foes will become new friends. And with the help of the Lunar curse, Harry just might defeat He-who-must-not-be-named.

Pairings- Harry-Hermione, Ginny-Malfoy, Ron-Luna, Tonks-Remus

Author's Note- This is different. I'm usually writing only Inu Yasha fanfics, but after reading the Half-Blooded Prince, I couldn't prevent this from happening. I mean I have so many theories on what will go on in the next book, and plus, I hated the pairings in the story! Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this fic.

Disclaimer- I own none of the characters. I do own my theories and the plot of this story!

Information:

"Words"- Talking

Italics- Thinking

Words- Words in a Letter

Flash Back- Means flash back!

Chapter One

New Realizations

A boy's bright green eyes peered into the darkness of his house searching for someone or something. People who knew the boy would be surprised by the emotions that were held in his eyes. Those eyes that once held nothing but innocence was now shattered, and was replaced with bitterness, hate and determination. But if you looked deeper, they still held the glint of hope, happiness, and love like they always did, but only a few would see this, and even then they thought it was nothing but their imagination.

"Lumos." He quietly whispered. He knew he was taking a big risk for casting a spell while being an underage wizard, but the ministry of magic had their hands tied up. Plus he was the dubbed "chosen one", the last thing they would want to do was upset him.

Walking down the stairs he came to a stop when he was in front of the fridge. He opened the fridge and began to rummage through it to find dinner. Lately he was usually cooped up in his room, studying for his tests. Now that he took his exams (that they sent to him over the summer) all he had to worry about now was his apparate test that he was taking on his birthday in a week.

Seven days and he could leave this hell hole of a house. He could finally go to his new home, somewhere outside of Hogwarts that he could call his home. Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, would finally be his home. Sighing he took out milk and began to chug it. Looking back into the fridge he saw an apple and grabbed it. Taking the juicy plump item into his hand, he bit down into it and began to think.

Summer had been nothing, but a nightmare to him. Everything he did would be nothing but paranoia to him. Everywhere he went, he would have his wand ready at anytime. Everything in the house screamed that the death eaters would soon attack. Looking towards the night sky, through the kitchen window, he began to make a wish.

For once, he wanted everything to work out. Almost everyone he thought as family was taken from him and even the girl he cared for so much was ripped from him since it was dangerous to be with her. Ginny… He silently thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a faint screeching sound of an owl. "Hedwig! "

Quickly opening the window he let the night creature slip in. Once he glanced at his owl's feet, he saw a letter, with Hogwarts' seal on it. He instantly grabbed the letter and ripped open. No matter what was going on, any regular teen would jump with excitement when their grades came in. He still had to worry about his future. He was not just about to admit that he might not live to see it. Grabbing his Practice N.E.W.T.s he began to read them.

Practice Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests

Pass Grades Fail Grades

Outstanding------- (O) Poor-------(P)

Exceeds Expectations--------(E) Dreadful-------------(D)

Acceptable----------(A) Troll ---------------(T)

Harry James Potter has achieved

Charms----------O

Defense against the Dark Arts---------O

Herbology--------O

Potions-----------O

Transfiguration---O

Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He had all outstanding marks, even in DATDA. McGonagall had something to do with that. Soon the smile grew to huge grin as he remembered the day he took his practice exams and McGonagall had asked him to return to school.

Flash Back

Harry was the last student to take his exams. A sudden tap at his shoulders alerted his attentions towards the teacher before him. "Headmistress do-" McGonagall slowly shook her head, interrupting Harry.

"Just call me professor. Headmistress is just too-"

"Final?" He finished for her. She just nodded at the young wizard's words. Quickly taking her glasses off she began to rub her temples of her head. Harry figured she had a headache, so he quietly went back to working on his charms written part of the exam. Hearing the slight whisper of his name come from his transfiguration teacher, he shot his head up and looked straight into her eyes.

"Potter, I have a small favor to ask." Giving her, his full attention she began to talk again. "Before I start please just listen, argue later." After he nodded his head to signal he understood, McGonagall sighed and gave him a small smile. "I know you're planning to not return to the school. I also know you're planning to find whatever Dumbledore asked you to find, but I advise against this." Right when he was about to say something, the professor put her hand up to silence him.

"Potter, you said you understood, so please just wait. As I was saying, I advise you go back to school, finish your lessons, and you might learn new things to help you face against He-who-must-not-be-named and Snape." Harry gulped as he saw the burning flames of revenge in his professor's eyes. Never had he seen that look on her before, and frankly, it was quite scary.

Laughing at his nervous look, McGonagall waved her hand to get his attention. "You must forgive me Potter. Lately I've been getting off track with the matters at hand. Where was I? Oh yes, you returning to school. Well, Tonks and Remus will be at the school giving you lessons on being an Auror, yes Potter; I have no doubt in my mind that you will become one. Also because you are the head boy of your house."

"But professor, I wasn't a-"

"A Prefect… We all know that Potter. But that was only because of the circumstances that happened to you your fourth year, if that did not happen you would have been a prefect. It's only right that we have you as our Head Boy, you have all the qualities of one, and I'll be damned to not let you take your rightful place. Also if you do return, there might be clues to help you on your task. Knowing Dumbledore, he wouldn't have left this earth without making sure he did not leave you without you knowing what path to take. Potter, you are the heart of the school, now that Dumbledore is gone. As your professor, I'm asking. But as your family friend, I'm begging for you to return."

"Professor, I understand you want me there, but-"

"No Potter, I need you there. I have watched you grow up, since the day we delivered you to the Dursleys. You are like the child I never had. Please Potter, if you return to the school, and we help educate and prepare you more for the final battle, I can rest at ease knowing that you, who is like a son to me, is safe, and we did all we can to ensure you come home, and Voldemort and Snape go to hell. Once again Harry, I'm begging you."

Harry couldn't believe his ears. This was the first time she called him by his first name with so much love in it, and not only that, she said he was like a son to her. Grinning like there was no tomorrow, he embraced the elder wizard. It felt good to hear someone acknowledge him as a family member. Quickly realizing who he was hugging, he backed off and sheepishly laughed. "You got it Professor! I'll come back. On one condition though." McGonagall smiled and told him whatever it was the condition would be met.

After finishing his exam he quickly grabbed his stuff. "Professor…" McGonagall turned around and met his smiling face with her own big grin. "Thanks." With that he ran from the abandoned little house and towards the street that would lead him home.

End of Flash Back

Hedwig soon began to nibble on Harry's hand, throwing him out of his deep thinking. Smiling, he gave the bird a treat, knowing that was all she wanted. Quietly walking up the stairs, he tiptoed towards his room, making sure he wouldn't disturb his Aunt or Uncle. The last thing he wanted before he moved out was a beating.

When Harry finally got to his room he quickly put his owl into the cage and jumped on to his bed. He then hung slightly off his bed, and grabbed a box that was hiding underneath his bed. Quickly opening it, he grabbed a little black book and began to flip it open.

He had begun keeping a journal since he started his lessons with Dumbledore. That way he could keep up with clues and write out what he felt was Voldemort's next move.

"Voldemort…" Harry spat venomously. Everything was his fault. Every pain, suffering, anguish or feeling of anger was spawned by this demon. "You are going down… I promise." He whispered to himself as he slowly put the book back after writing in it, and drifted off to sleep.

The days seem to fly by, and before Harry knew it, it was his seventeenth birthday. When he woke up, he was surprised to find half his room covered in presents. "Wow…" Was all he could say. He jumped out of his bed and was about to open them when he heard the booming call of HARRY, from his Uncle. Sighing, he regrettably tore himself from his goodies and sluggishly treaded down the stairs and into the living room.

When he walked in he was surprised not to only to be greeted with his uncle's frowning face, that held nothing but disappointment when he looked at him, but also a smiling face of a certain taller red haired elder. "Mr. Weasley!" He screamed with excitement. Forgetting his uncle was there; Harry strode over to Mr. Weasley's side and shook his hand.

"Harry, how are you doing?" Arthur Weasley couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the young lad come into the living room. The once scrawny shy boy he once knew was now developing a very lean body type. His once unruly hair was spiked up, and his eyes that once had glasses placed before them were now free from it. "You, look different."

Harry smiled; he saw Mr. Weasley's expression when he walked through the living room. Even when he looked in the mirror he was surprised to see himself with out his trademark glasses and his body that was slowly changing. When he first started working out, it was like second nature to him. Shaking his head, he cleared his thoughts and spoke back to Mr. Weasley. "I'm fine and everything is going great. But Mr. Weasley why are you here?"

"I'm here to give you your apparate test." With a small bow and smile, Mr. Weasley took Harry by the arm and led him out the door.

Somewhere Else

A young boy with blonde hair trudged against the cold weather he was forced to bare. Cold Blue eyes peered through the moonless night. He quickly but silently scurried over to an abandoned building. Taking his wand he quickly conjured up a spell. "Colloportus!" The spell he used quickly locked the doors, preventing anyone from entering.

Walking around the house, he felt more at home there than anywhere he had been within the past few months. Taking his left arm he rolled up the sleeve to reveal the mark of a death eater. He shook his head of disgust and disappointment when he looked upon his mark. How could have been so stupid? How could have fallen for his trickery.

It has only been a few days since he left the death eaters. If Snape hadn't put a seal on the mark, he would have been dead by now. 'You only have a few days. Remember Draco, after this I will no longer help you. I am only doing this to honor your mother's dying words.' Recalling Snape's words sent an unnatural shiver through his body. "Come on Draco, get a hold of yourself." He preached over and over.

Draco Malfoy began to pace back and forth throughout the kitchen in the house he was occupying at the moment. He knew what he had to do, even if he didn't like it. In fact, if the bastard hadn't killed his mother, he wouldn't have dreamed to even betray him. Hell he was even betraying himself. Going to his worst enemy to ask for an alliance, to mend the broken bonds. How low could one get?

Taking out the Daily Prophet he stared at a certain picture in it. "I must be crazy… To even ask you for help Potter." Draco said as he stared intently at the picture that featured his former adversary.

Author's Ending Note- I know it seems like Harry is still falling for Ginny, but that will all change. Right now I know it's slow but please review, it will pick up soon! Well thanks everyone, Review!