Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, nor is the idea of the character Moon, but the interpretation and this plot is all me.

The Forgotten Raven

Summary: His name is rarely mentioned. He is a whisper that floats in the halls with a face that always blends into the crowd. Working in the background, no one cares or notices who he is but his is a story that makes the impossible possible.

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February 24, 1995

How the heck did I get into this!?!

I'm a theorist, a bookworm that lives in safe, dark, quiet, and musty rooms and tries to figure out ways to make or explain the impossible. I'm a Ravenclaw dang it, a thinker not a doer! I should never have gotten involved! So what if they never believed me, it shouldn't be my responsibility to fix this or help anyone. I'm a student, the only responsibility I should have is to myself, my studies, and my family. Dang professors are supposed to be the ones that look after this school but they just ignore everything that doesn't fit into their ideas of the world. Moody laughed in my face when I told him! He laughed!

The idiot griffindors are supposed to be the morons that leap into danger without looking. Those irritating slytherins are supposed to get involved with this espionage, cloak and dagger malarky. We ravens are supposed to be smarter then that! We teach, we research, we expound, and on rare occasions we travel and investigate, we do NOT become personally involved! We maintain a proper objective distance to keep ourselves and our projects untainted, so we can retain perspective. Sure some will go to great lengths to find and learn lost, esoteric, or ancient knowledge but even they don' t let the quest commandeer their minds or threaten their lives.

So how did I get here? How did I get to the point where I'm about to get myself killed protecting people I don't even know. There's no knowledge on the line; no grades or acknowledgments to obtain. When I die there won't even be a body for them to notice. I wonder how long it'll take before they realize I'm not around anymore? I recon a couple weeks at least. I hope it's not longer that would be damn embarrassing. I hope my parents take it ok. Never had any time to let them know what's going on or why I'm doing this. I know it would've just worried them, but I right now I wish I'd at least told my da. He probably could've told me something that would get me through this alive; he's brilliant that way. he would've believed me too. Right now there could be a american security team here dealing with all this and I could just be in the stands calmly observing like I always do. But no, even if they could get around the international red tape they wouldn't have found out in time. Heck I barely found out in time and I know what I'm looking for! Also, afterwards my parents would pull me out so quick my head would spin and I can't leave! I have here the greatest scholorly library in the western hemisphere, at my fingertips with my theories a fraction away from being completed. If I left how could I ever finish!

Why did I let that damn voice influence me so? If I had ignored it and kept to the background with my head down and eyes open I would be safe. I never would've had my breakthrough but I'd be alive and well in the dark, safe in my solitude.

How could I let myself get involved? Why did I have to care? How can I get my life go back to how it was?

How in the world did I of all people get roped into stopping a kraken from killing the triwizard champions?