Disclaimer: I own a bit, but not Harry Potter and Co.! Just in case that is important to you and whatnot...

Prologue: As the Moon Flies By, a Boy is Found

The door to the small room flew open. "Ah, please don't do this, Julien," a pleading voice called from behind the man. Turning around, Julien saw a cloaked form panting, his face hidden in the shadow of the cloak.

"Aaron?"

"Julien, please, don't do this," Aaron repeated. "You- you don't know what can happen!" Julien placed his hand on Aaron's shoulder. Aaron felt a slight shiver. No comfort would get rid of his fear for what Julien was about to do.

"Don't worry, Aaron. Everything will be fine. Just imagine the good that can come out of this! Just...just imagine..." Julien trailed off dreamily, turning back to the bowl of swirling sands and light. "I'll see you soon, friend." And with that, the light grew brighter and spread to Julien, his hands grasping the bowl.

The light grew too bright for Aaron's eyes, and he started shaking. Without warning, the light suddenly disappeared. Opening his eyes, Aaron saw that Julien had disappeared with them. "Julien," Aaron called out in a whisper.

What couldn't have been more than half a minute later, Julien opened his eyes to the night. Where had time taken him? Julien turned around to find a small hole of light that might have snugly held his finger. He was going back through that?

Looking around, Julien felt the darkness pressing in on a scene of destruction. There was screaming, and a few people were running to the house in front of him. From far off, he thought he heard a roarign sound approaching. Even amidst apparent death, Julien felt ecstatic. He'd accomplished time travel. He was in the future. It seemed to be the somewhat near future, but future nonetheless.

It was then that Julien heard the cry. There was a child alive in the house, it seemed, wailing. Julien had always held a place for children in his heart- their wellbeing would become one of his top priorities, even though they weren't his children. Julien crept closer to what seemed to be the back of the house, and found backdoor slowly opening and closing in the breeze. He opened the door and peered inside, amazed at the small trinkets lying here and there that he'd never seen before.

The wailing was still going on- it was one long scream after another, helping Julien find the child with the noise. His eyes fell upon the small baby, taking in the unusual mark that looked freshly-put on his forehead. "What did they do to you," he whispered gently to the baby while he took him in his arms. He made gentle calming noises as he rocked the baby, his hand feeling the fair black hair and curve of the baby's cheek.

What was the baby's name? Looking around without knowing what he was really looking for, Julien found a small white blanket. Picking it up, he found, written in light blue thread in a corner, the name Harry. The boy was already falling asleep in Julien's arms, weary from his cries. Julien wrapped him in his blanket and looked around the house in wonder.

He was taking the baby back. His reasoning was that his parents were obviously dead, and he needed to be cared for. The roaring had grown louder, and was accompanied by a strong, booming voice telling the few people that had started gathering to go back home. Julien quickly made his way out the backdoor, leaving it slightly open the way it had been when he'd come. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the small hole was still there.

Slightly hesitant, Julien put his index finger out, as if he was pointing at the hole. It instantly grew and enveloped both him and the baby in the same light as before. Take us back, Julien commanded, muttering a small incantation while still looking at the child named Harry. The baby's eyes closed tighter in his sleep, trying to fight out the light. Julien closed his eyes as well, and soon they were both back in front of the bowl.

Aaron had been waiting in a chair for Julien to come back, anticipation and fear fighting for dominance inside of him. He looked up to see a small hole of light grow bigger, and then Julien was there, his back to Aaron in the same position he'd been when he'd left. "Julien!"

Julien turned around, and Aaron let out a gasp when he saw the small child wrapped in a blanket in Julien's arms. "What...who is that?" He pointed with his eyes at the baby.

"This is Harry," Julien replied quietly. "And he's to be treated like mine now."

"Julien," Aaron cried out in dismay. "Why? Why did you bring him?"

"His parents were dead, and I wasn't going to leave him. I'm going to take care of him." He saw the fear in the other man's eyes. "Don't worry. Everything will be alright, brother," he said consolingly, taking a step towards Aaron.

Aaron looked down at the child, a small smile turning up the corners of his lips. Such a beautiful baby, he thought as he traced cheeks and eyebrows. Still...the thought of where the baby came from scared him. Julien said everything would be alright, but Aaron still couldn't get rid of the feeling of dread deep in the pit of his stomach.