A/N: Hey everyone this was really supposed to be a prequel to my other story (For the Love of Fred) and I guess it still I just changed a few things...ah well have fun R/R and I don't own anything in this story except the mysterious girl in the common room :p m'kay bye

Harry Potter and the New Moon
By: PhelpsFan04

"Ow ow ow!"

Harry Potter clutched his hand to his forehead as he reached through the darkness for his glasses. He put them on and the dark Gryffindor dormitory came into focus. The only noise piercing the silence was Ron's muffled snores.

Harry stood up and made his way toward the staircase leading down to the common room. Tracing the lightning bolt scar on his forehead with his finger, he descended the staircase.

He wasn't sure if it was his scar or the dream that woke him. It had been a while since he'd had a dream that ended in his scar hurting. The dream had started off normal enough; he had been playing Quidditch with Ron and the other Weasley's. Then everything went black and Harry was floating through space toward the crescent moon. It seemed faded, not glowing as much as it should have been. Then there was a flash of green light and a bolt of lightning hit the moon, and Harry woke up, his scar burning.

Harry walked over to the dying embers in the fireplace and plopped down into his favorite squashy armchair. He sat there in silence for a while until a noise behind him made him jump.

"Whozair?" Harry asked, squinting into the darkness. His eyes fell upon a dark figure by the window.

As his eyes adjusted, Harry realized that the figure was a girl with long black hair reading by the moonlight that was flooding through the window. He had never seen her before.

"Who are you?" asked Harry cautiously as he stood up. The girl either didn't hear him or did but refused to respond.

Harry shrugged, and, knowing how it felt to want to be left alone, walked back up the stairs to his dormitory.

"I don't know who she is Harry! Florous!" Hermione crossed her arms as the parrot in front of her turned into a bouquet of flowers.

"You must know something about her, she's in your dormitory," said Harry, poking his parrot with his wand. It let out an odd hissing noise and turned blue.

Harry had just finished telling Ron and Hermione about the girl he saw in the common room the night before. He had neglected however, to tell them what he had been doing in the common room so late at night.

"Harry, I told you. She transferred her a few days ago. No one really knows anything about her. She goes to bed after everyone in the dorm is asleep and wakes up before anyone else. I don't think anyone's even talked to her." She looked over art Ron and rolled her eyes. His parrot kept biting him.

"OW! Bloody animal..." He looked at Hermione. "What?"

"If you would just stop bothering it long enough for it to stand still...Florous!"

Ron's parrot turned with a poof into a bouquet of daisies.

"Oh," said Ron, tearing his eyes away from the flowers which were humming softly. "Well Harry, if you're so curious about this girl why don't you go talk to her?" He pointed to a seat at the back of the transfiguration room. Sure enough, there was the girl, looking fondly at her bouquet of tiger lilies.

"I'm not going to talk to her, I don't even know her!" snapped Harry.

"Jeez, Harry, I was only making a suggestion." Ron stared at the girl. "In fact Harry, if I didn't know you were an only child, I'd swear you were related."

Harry looked back at the girl. Her hair was long, black, and messy. She was thin and had light skin and her eyes...

Her eyes look like mine, thought Harry.

"That's ridiculous Ron. Of course Harry is an only child, he's famous! I'm sure we would know if he had any living relations," spat Hermione.

"What, you mean besides the Dursley's?" asked Harry, taking his eyes off the girl.

The bell rang signaling the end of classes and the students flooded towards the Great Hall for lunch. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at the end of the Gryffindor table, secluded form everyone else.

"Oh but Harry you never told us," said Hermione, helping herself to some roasted potatoes. "Why were you in the common room so late last night?"

"I was...er, I couldn't sleep," replied Harry. He want quite sure why he wasn't telling Ron or Hermione about his dream. He would eventually tell them, but for now he felt he wanted to keep it to himself.

"You really should start sleeping more, mate," said Ron, his mouth full of food. He swallowed, and then said, "Quidditch is starting soon."

"Yes and we wouldn't want our favorite seeker to fall asleep before winning us a match," came Fred Weasley's voice. He and his twin George sat down across from the three, both looking rather irked.

"What's the matter?" asked Ron, not looking up from the steak and kidney pie he was eating his way steadily through.

"We're a bit stuck, a case of Pranker's Block if you will," said Fred, putting his hand behind his head.

"How so?" asked Harry.

"We've been wanting to prank the Slytherin's for ages now, Flint's been asking for it, but we can think of anything good enough," sighed George.

"Why don't you give him those fake wands you guys have been working on?" suggested Ron.

"Naw, we've done that already, besides, Filtch nicked the rest of them after tried to eat the rubber mouse that one of them turned into," replied Fred

"Why not put a babbling draft in his pumpkin juice and follow him around all day shooting bat-bogey curses at him?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione whipped around to see who had spoken. It was the black haired girl from the common room.

Fred looked as if Christmas had come early.

"I don't know who you are but you're welcome to be my new best friend," he said smiling.

"Who are you anyways?" asked Harry.

But the girl walked away before Harry had gotten the chance to finish. As Fred and George got up to leave, Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione,

"I don't know who she is and I don't think she wants anyone to know who she is."

"Women," Ron said, and he went back to eating his steak and kidney pie.