Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, J.K. Rowling does. I do however own all of my made up characters and they are to not be touched without permission.

Summary: After thinking that he could just run away from his past entirely and start a new life, he is thrown new challenges and starts to question his new life and decisions.

Pairings: Harry x OC, Ron x Hermione, George x OC, Snape x OC, OC x OC

Rating: R

Categories: Romance, Some Dark/Angst, Some Sensuality and Sexuality, Violence

Notes: I know what happened in last book but, I wanted to do this and to pull this off I had to kill Ginny (sorry Ginny fans) and make Harry want to leave. Also, this story dose not consist around Harry but all the other characters, I thought it be a nice change.

I have pushed all the characters as far as I could so, if you do not like it, then please do not read this story. Thought I think your missing out. Enjoy!

I have posted this story early by request of my friend jessygrl. Thanks for the encouragement!

Beyond Twilight

Crystal Moon

Prologue

The loud and piercing sound came from across the room and there was no real way to stop it or make it go away. Rolling out of bed, Harry shuffled across the room and turned off his alarm clock and winced at the time, 6:30 AM. This job was going to kill him if he didn't get sleep soon or he needed to get to sleep before 3 AM. Glancing over at his bed he saw black long hair draped over the bed and the figure of his current girlfriend in the bed still asleep. He didn't like his job, in fact he hated it more then he thought he could hate a job, at this rate he would gladly take a job at McDonald's but then his pay would go down and then he wouldn't be able to keep up with the bills. Harry walked quietly down to his bathroom to take his shower and shave. The years have started to show on his face, the scar on his forehead was still visible but has faded over the year which was a blessing to him. Lines were starting to appear around his eyes and the lack of sleep showed as well. He looked in the mirror and saw how badly he needed to shave and decided that he'd shave after his shower, he wouldn't wake Maria until he had to say goodbye.

Seven years … that's how long it's been since Harry had touched magic, been in England and seen his close friends and whom he considered his family. Every time he thought about it he always wanted to cry first and then feel anger and regret for betraying and tricking everyone in the wizzarding community. He hadn't faked his own death then he would have been used and never had a regular life. There was also the fact that he had lost the love of his life in the crossfire between him and Voldemort and was killed by a deatheater. He could still remember holding her body as she died and told him that she loved him and then took her last breath. The Weasley's had to bury two children that day and Harry had regretted not protecting her enough, but what could he do now?

After his shower he got his clothes out for work, always the same thing, slacks, they always had to be a dark color because of where he worked. A nice clean button down shirt could not be flannel and a plain colored under shirt. Harry grimaced at himself in the mirror, he felt like he had started to follow in his uncle's footsteps but he knew that was not true. Decisions, this was always the part were he felt trapped by the 9 to 5 job, he grabbed a light blue tie and started to tie it, he hated wearing ties for work but he was forced to after all.

On his way out he stopped to kiss Maria goodbye, she didn't stir, just remained asleep. He couldn't help but smile at that, she was the heaviest sleeper and by now she usually let herself out when she woke up. Harry was starting to consider asking her if she wanted to move in with, they had been together for about 9 months and there had been no surprises so far. She was beautiful and they had a lot in common, including that they had both been from the wizzarding world; she was an orphan as well. He was never good at being a romantic but he did try and most of the time failed.

Without giving much of a second thought to how he wanted to ask Maria, Harry walked down stair, grabbed his keys and left his apartment to go to his work.