Title: Black moon

Author: ValeryaPotter

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! All characters belong to JKR!

Pairing: FGHP

The end of June. All students of Hogwarts, school of magic and wizardry were relaxing at the lake, glad the exams, OWLs and NEWTs were finally done. All except one wizard. A black haired, green eyed young man by the name of Harry James Potter. He sat on his bed in his dorm, looking at pictures of his deceased godfather, Sirius Black. You see, Harry had a vision of Sirius being tortured by the enemy, Lord Voldemort, and rushed to save him. Only to discover it was a trap which led to the loss of his beloved godfather.

Wiping a tear from his cheek, Harry stood and tucked away the picture album in his half packed trunk. It was the 29th of June today, so tomorrow everyone went home. Harry packed the last things he needed and closed his trunk. Walking down the stairs, into the common room and to the hallway, he went in the direction of the doors leading to the lake. Coming down the second floor stairs he heard voices in an abandoned class room.

"I can't believe him, rushing us to danger and wounding us and then being emotional about losing his stupid convict godfather." Said a voice he knew, he just hoped he was wrong. Another voice spoke, "yeah, I can't believe we need to be friends with him, if I didn't get paid I would turn my back on him." A third voice spoke, "I know, and I need to make him love me, he isn't even beautiful. I can't wait for the war to be over and we get more money!" they sounded excited. Harry glanced around the corner, through the door that wasn't closed entirely, there in the classroom were his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger together with Ron's little sister, Ginny.

Granger spoke again, "and I can't believe he brought the vision the headmaster sended him! I am glad we finally got rid of Black, he was asking too many questions."

The other two nodded. Harry had heard enough, with tears running down his face he made his way back to the common room. 'I can't believe it, they get payed for spying on me!. They knew about Sirius and didn't tell me and worse of all Dumbledore is in on it all, I wonder what they kept from me, I'll have to find out."

After that he went to bed early, not going to dinner, and made sure he was up early so he could have breakfast and board the train early. Taking a carriage in the front he went to sleep again. When he woke up he noticed he wasn't alone again, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood had joined him. Neville looked at him, sadness in his eyes, "I take it you found out then?" Harry nodded, "I can't believe it... I really thought they were my friends."

Both Luna and Neville got a sad look in their eyes, "you do know, we are, right?" Harry smiled at them, "thanks guys, you have no idea what that means to me."

He got two smiles in return.

They had talked for about two hours when the landscape changed, letting them know that the station wasn't that far away. Getting their trunks and already saying goodbye, they left. Harry not giving a glance to the Weasley's who were desperate for their attention. He walked to the Dursley's in the main station and with his eyes on the ground followed them, not knowing what changes the summer would bring him.

Back at the station two pairs of grey eyes had seen the distance of the boy-who-lived and a certain red-haired family. They planned to tell that to their Lord as soon as possible.

A pair of amber eyes had also seen what happened, with the loss of his mate, he planned to search his alpha once more. Now knowing his cup knew some more about what's going on he planned to tell said cub everything he knew and help him, his alpha could wait a little longer.

The Weasley's on the other hand were wondering why their income hadn't come to them, they wondered if he knew, and if he did, then how?

Talking loudly and walking as if they owned the place they left, all except two of them, the twins, they put on a fake smile and went back to their shop, planning to tell their friend and little brother everything they knew.

Harry on the other hand was 'home' again. Well not really home. He already had gotten a fist in his stomach and now sat in his room, his old room, the cupboard under the stairs. Dreaming about the end of the vacation.

Hope you like it?

R & R, please!

Valerya