PROLOGUE
Harry Potter sat upright on the side of his bed, his legs hanging off the edge. He stared out his window at 4 Pivet Drive. The waxing, three quarter full moon hidden by dark gray clouds. Harry stared out the open bedroom window, sitting at his desk. His head collapsed into his chest as his sunken eyes looked down at his hands.
Remus was gone. He'd been missing since the beginning of July - over two weeks now - and nothing had happened. No evidence, no trace. Dumbledore warned him not to go looking for Remus, but the idea of not looking for Remus made his hands itch. He clenched his fists in anger and frustration; he couldn't just sit there and wait. The idea of Remus being missing, and almost certainly in the hands of the Dark Lord, possibly dead terrified and enraged Harry, and he felt as if he were rotting away, slowly going mad at the lack of action he was allowed to do. Not only that... but Sirius. The death had hit him hard. How many times had he woken up over the summer, screaming Sirius' name? He couldn't let the same thing happen to Remus. He wouldn't allow it.
He knew Dumbledore was on it and was doing what he could to try and find Remus, but it didn't feel like enough. Remus was still missing, and it had only increased security measures around Harry Potter. Tomorrow he was going to spend the rest of the summer at the Weasley's - which he was grateful for, no doubt - but irritated at the thought of people watching him like a hawk... no privacy, and people worrying over him 24/7... Harry sighed. He knew they were doing this to keep him safe, for his best interest. He was just being selfish. He got up from his seat and unclipped his trunk, revealing a neatly packed case full of clothes, his wand, books, any school supplies he thought needed, and his invisibility cloak. He clipped it shut and looked back at Hedwig's case. She gave him a cheerful hoot and he nodded, flicking off the lights. He lifted the covers up and fell into bed, his eyes glued at the ceiling. He turned over and breathed in sharply, visions already beginning to haunt his mind. He wasn't ready to see Sirius again.