Alright, I think its time I give a HP/SM crossover another chance. This story, I will say will not follow other plotlines. Its based in the sixth year of Hogwarts, and after the star season of Sailor Moon.

To get it out in the opening, Harry/Bunny is the couple for this story. You may wonder how I work that into the story, well, Bunny and Darien didn't get married right after Chaos, but are just dating. Promise, no bashing of any characters, or their disgusting choice of clothing... Ahem.

Summery: To get back on the horse after falling off. Feeling defeated - this essence helps one to get up and try one more time. They expected so much from him, that no one ever thought the Boy Who Lived, would ever fail.

Warnings: Rated R for some mature situations. Character death. Character OOC (Out of Character). Brief nudity, (not in this chapter mind you). Profanity sometime... In the future. And I think that's it for now.

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Prologue:

North of Yorkshire, Britain

Late May, 1997

This isn't right, he thought to himself, his body straining to stay up. Grimacing, he spared a look to where his life's blood flowed from a deep gash in his stomach. A mistake on his own part, he would admit. Being clumsy in a duel did that. Only this wasn't just a duel.

This cant be happening, he groaned, his knees quaking beneath him. They expected so much from him. All of them, his loved ones, his friends, his enemies, all of them expected so much. I'm just a kid, he argued. Just a dumb kid with blind luck, luck that's finally run out.

There wasn't anyone here to save him this time. Not like last time, or the time before that. All the other chances, near escapes, had been luck he had come to realize throughout this on-going battle. But it was too late. Too late to take back what he had said and done in the past.

Stumbling forward, he gagged when something warm and bitter filled his mouth. Spitting it out, he was startled to find his own blood. He was bleeding, and not just from the outside but inside as well.

I'm dieing, he said to himself. Tears filled his eyes, as his last hope of surviving dissipated at this notion. But I'm only sixteen, he pleaded. Despite what other's thought, he wasn't seeking out death. There was so much more he could do. Learn and see.

And there's Ron and Hermione, he added, his two best friends meaning more than anything to him.

Lifting his blurred vision, he stared at the barren landscape through his broken glasses. I'm the Boy-Who-Lived, he thought sarcastically. I'm supposed to be able to destroy Voldemort.

A wetness leaked from the corner of his eyes, and his tears mingled with the trail of blood that had formed a path down his face. I can't even lay one hex on him, he whimpered.

His knees buckled, the feeble limbs finally giving out on him. The World's only hope finally hit the ground. First landing on his knees, he teetered for a moment, before finally falling over onto his side.

"Pitiful Potter," murmured a voice that had haunted the boy's dreams for six years now. Opening his eyes, he stared out across the landscape that had once been empty. Now, a figure, skewered by the darkness around them, stood there. Glowing red eyes that reminded him of a snake stared back at him.

Whimpering, he tried to reach up to touch the throbbing ache in his forehead. The lightning bolt scar given to him as a child thrummed with power as the new figure drew closer.

"You defied me six times Potter, but even you seem to have a limit," it sneered. The figure was neither man nor beast, but something of both. While it resembled that of a snake, it stood on two legs, and had to arms. It also spoke, but with a slight hiss to its tone.

This isn't right, he repeated his thoughts from before. I was supposed to defeat the Dark Lord and save the world. Be the hero everyone made me out to be. But instead he laid on the cold ground broken and beaten. And all alone.

Why, he wondered, his green eyes slowly drooping. His body was ready to give in, his heart ready to let go. He had given his all, but he hadn't been prepared enough. Not for a fight against a wizard who had died and come back to life. A wizard who had a decade of Magical training, while he had only six.

I failed, he concluded, his eyes flickering over the blurry image of the Dark Lord. "Goodbye Potter," Voldemort said softly, as if he was almost sad to say farewell. "Avada Kedavra."

Harry closed his eyes to the green light, waiting expectantly for the torment to end. No more expectations, no more struggle to survive, and finally no more pain.

Tears continued to fall, even as the green light surrounded him, making it impossible for him to escape. I failed, he repeated, I'm the Boy Who Failed.

Not yeta voice argued just before the curse hit him.

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Now, before all of you think that I killed off the main character, just wait until the next chapter. You'll see where this story is going.

All right to clear some things up, this story will do a lot of time jumping, but it will be clear as to where we are and what's going on, that I promise you.

Well I hope you guys enjoyed the story, I look forward to reading your reviews.

Ttyl

LP