AN: Hey everybody! This is my first ever fan-fic. It started out as a
letter to J.K. Rowling. In the letter, I was giving her my idea for the
next book. Well, the letter was growing past fifty pages and I realized,
"Okay I basically just wrote the sixth book." Besides that, I grew up.
Any characters or concepts not already copyrighted by J.K Rowling are
copyrighted me, so please respect me and do not steal! I would appreciate
it if you review at least once every chapter so my "dream" can come true.
So without further ado here it is... Harry Potter and the Lunar Mysteries by
I-have-Boydism.
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CHAPTER ONE
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A Wolf in a Storm
Harry Potter fell on his bed. It squeaked as his long body fell onto the overly starched sheets. He buried his face in the rough fabric and tried to cool off. It was July thirty-first and it was the hottest day sixteen- year-old Harry had ever experienced. "Of course Uncle Vernon had to cut off my air conditioning supply," he said, his words muffled by the fabric.
A soft hoot came from a dark corner of Harry's room. He slowly got up; his sheets were sticking to his sweat-drenched face. The cloth silently fell to the floor as he went to cross the room. He took off his glasses and rubbed the lenses clean of the gathering fog. He opened the cage door, and let his pet owl, Hedwig, flutter to his shoulder.
"Sorry that you have to be cooped up, Hedwig," he whispered to his snowy- white bird. She stretched her wings; Harry copied her movement and yawned. He looked outside at the blood red sky and purple clouds. It had been a perfect day besides the heat.
He reminisced in the memories of the day, and smiled. It had been a surprisingly great birthday. His Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and his fat cousin Dudley hadn't bothered him the whole day long. He just spent his day looking at old textbooks in the silent haven he called his room. He was finally able to use the broom kit Hermione had given him a few years ago. He looked at his beautiful broom, nicely groomed and very sleek.
Harry opened the windows and watched as the dark clouds loomed overhead. He noticed that a dark object was moving toward him. He jumped out of the owl's way, but not fast enough. He felt the edge of its wing brush his cheek. Hedwig flew to the floor in a stunned manor; the great-horned owl had whacked her with its wing. "Sorry, Hedwig," Harry laughed as he picked up the startled bird, and he placed her back in her cage.
The visitor was waiting patiently on his bed. Harry held out his hand and the bird routinely dropped five letters into his palm. Then he untied four small parcels from its leg. As soon as Harry did this, the owl flew out the way it entered, just as quickly as it came.
Harry ripped open the first envelope and flattened out the parchment. In it was a letter from Hagrid that read...
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I hope your holiday has been great! If there is any trouble with those relatives of yours just let me no. Try to cool your temper, Harry. You started to show one last term. I'm sorry about Sirius, but he's in a better place, so keep your chin up!
Hagrid
Harry snorted at Hagrid's spelling mistake, and then opened a package with his name scribbled on it in Hagrid's messy penmanship. Inside was a dark red handled dagger in a sheath of the same color. Harry ran his fingers along the smooth polished grip and pulled the knife out of its covering. The blade had a design of fire engraved on it in gold. A note fell to the floor as he did this. He unfolded it and read...
Harry,
In Sirius's will he said that he wanted to give you his dagger. It was from his father, and he felt it should belong to you.
Hagrid
Harry covered the knife and placed it in a space under a loose floorboard alongside his schoolbooks, and a broken mirror, which Sirius, his godfather, had given him last year before he passed away. He then lifted the next letter, which was from his best friend, Ron. He slid his fingernail under the edge that was glued, and slowly opened it, and read,
Hey Harry,
Happy Birthday! Can't say much here, and of course you know why. Hope you enjoy your present. Write back please!
Ron
Harry found a package with "To: Harry From: Ron" next to his pillow. He opened it and found a tiny radio with wings in the box. He picked it up. On it was a tag that said,
Press the red button to activate the RADFLY 1000.
Harry held the tiny boom box in his hand and found a small red button under one of the metallic wings. A fuzzy rock and roll-esc song came from the speakers. Harry turned the tuning knob and the song could now be heard more clearly. The Radfly jumped out of his palm and its tiny wings began to beat. It hovered in the air silently. Harry pushed it a little ways to his left, picked up the next letter, and opened it. Written in Hermione's neat handwriting was,
Dear Harry,
I hope your holiday has been great. In your last letter to us you said that your relatives were treating you better, and I'm happy for you. I hope you'll be able to visit US at the house soon. Lupin has been talking about it. My parents have allowed me to stay with THEM for the rest of the summer. I hope you enjoy the Birthday present I sent you. It should help you. Professor McGonagall was kind enough to let us all use her owl to send you your letters and gifts.
Sincerely,
Hermione
Harry opened the final parcel. Inside was a watch with many keys on it. Another note from Hermione was tied to it,
Harry,
This is a Potions Master. It's a type of calculator that tells you the ingredients and measurements of any potion you type in. It should help you this year.
Hermione
Harry put the watch under the floorboard next to the dagger. He thought to himself how clever it was to be named a Potions Master and he wished his Potions professor, Snape, was like that; that he'd actually help with Harry's potion work instead of ignoring him or destroying it. He yawned and took the final letter into his hands. In green ink was written his name; the annual book list had arrived. To Harry's surprise the only new book he needed this year was The Standard Book of Spells Grade 6, by Miranda Goshawk.
Harry pulled a loose sheet of parchment from his trunk at the foot of his bed and began to write a letter...
Dear friends,
Thank you for the gifts. It was very kind of you. Thank you Professor for lending your owl to Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid. There was no trouble from Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, or Dudley today. All in all it has been a great day. I hope I can come over there soon. I miss you all.
Thanks again,
Harry
Harry gave the letter to Hedwig who was now preening herself. Hedwig clicked her beak and silently took the letter from Harry's hand.
"Bring this to Grimmauld Place please, girl," Hedwig blinked her huge golden eyes at him and flew through the window. Harry walked to the windowsill and stared at the darkening sky. It had gone from a dark red to a light shade of purple within the half-hour. He sighed as a cool breeze ruffled his hair. The clouds had gathered closer together and the moon could not be seen. In the distance, a shadow of yet another owl could be seen. Wow that was fast, Harry thought to himself. As the owl approached, he discovered that it was the great horned owl that had visited him earlier.
As it swooped through the window, a glint of red caught Harry's eye. The owl settled down on Harry's bed and attached to it's leg was not another parcel, but a small red birdcage. Inside a figure of a black bird could be seen. Harry slowly untied the little cage from the owl's leg and patted it on the head. It took off as soon as Harry's hand fell from its crest.
Harry found the tag, which read,
Harry,
Sorry I forgot to send this to you earlier. This is my present to you. It's called an ebon. It's a newly discovered magical creature that's a relative of the Fenix. All we know about this little bugger is that he can only be caged by a ruby prison.
Hope you enjoy him!
Hagrid
Harry glanced at the coal-colored bird. It was about the size of a raven, and had extremely long and sharp talons. Its feathers were sleek and the tip of the wings ended in a point. A tuft of feathers just as sleek was on its head and they gathered to a point too. The bird's pupils were snake- like and the whole eye was blood red.
Harry stuck his finger through the bars and attempted to pet it. The bird opened its mouth and hissed revealing nine sharp teeth. He retracted his finger and set the ruby cage on his trunk.
Harry threw himself onto his bed and took off his glasses. He thought about his mysterious bird and how he was going to pay for it. He then thought of Sirius falling behind that damned veil. While thinking to himself, he slowly drifted off to sleep.
Harry found himself walking on the wooden deck of a boat. The rain slapped him on the face as he walked towards the ship's cabin. The smell of salt plagued Harry's nose, as he continued to inch forward.
"Get your stuff and leave, Selene," a man with an American accent shouted. "We'll hold him off so you can go!" Harry glared at the man leaning over the rail of the top deck.
"Don't worry about us, dear," a young woman called.
Harry had reached the cabin. He reached out a spider-like hand and turned the doorknob. He saw a girl in front of him; she was stuffing a suitcase with all of her belongings. Her back was to him, and Harry took advantage of this. She slammed her travelling case shut and stood up. Lightning flashed behind them illuminating his ghostly white hand as he grabbed her around her neck. She screamed. Harry dragged her out of the musty room to the center of the deck.
Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it to her temple. A rumble of thunder rolled across the sea. "Tell me," Harry shouted to the man and the woman, "or she dies."
"Let her go, Voldemort," the man shouted back, "She knows nothing! Expell- "
"Avada Kadavra!" Harry yelled as he turned his wand upon the man.
"Bade!" the woman screamed.
"Daddy," the girl whispered.
"Mrs. Artemis," Harry's lips moved without his will as the words poured out of his lips. "Tell me or-argh!"
A sharp pain shot through his hand. He looked down to see a white wolf scamper away from him. "No matter," muttered Harry.
"Grab that woman and restrain her!" Four men dressed in black cloaks suddenly appeared at the woman's side and they grasped her arms and shoulder tightly. They brought her to Harry.
Harry glared at the woman and said, "Auror, tell me how to survive as long as the moon."
"I don't know," she replied.
"Liar!" Harry moved in closer. He stared into her eyes, and in the reflection he saw a snake-like face looking back at him. "Tell me," he said again, "or I will track your daughter down and treat her to a slow and painful death." The sound of a broom in flight was hardly audible through the storm.
Another clap of thunder sounded. "All I say is this; be the moon." In a low whisper she said, "You'll never find her." Just then the woman wrenched her hand free of the Death Eaters' grip, pointed her wand to her throat, grinned, and shouted "Avada Kadavra!"
Harry sat up in bed. He was shaking from head to toe, and was drenched in sweat. He grabbed his scar that was now searing in pain. Harry clutched his forehead and grimaced. He punched the wall next to his bed. The paint cracked.
"He's angry, he just lost a huge opportunity..."
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CHAPTER ONE
~*~
A Wolf in a Storm
Harry Potter fell on his bed. It squeaked as his long body fell onto the overly starched sheets. He buried his face in the rough fabric and tried to cool off. It was July thirty-first and it was the hottest day sixteen- year-old Harry had ever experienced. "Of course Uncle Vernon had to cut off my air conditioning supply," he said, his words muffled by the fabric.
A soft hoot came from a dark corner of Harry's room. He slowly got up; his sheets were sticking to his sweat-drenched face. The cloth silently fell to the floor as he went to cross the room. He took off his glasses and rubbed the lenses clean of the gathering fog. He opened the cage door, and let his pet owl, Hedwig, flutter to his shoulder.
"Sorry that you have to be cooped up, Hedwig," he whispered to his snowy- white bird. She stretched her wings; Harry copied her movement and yawned. He looked outside at the blood red sky and purple clouds. It had been a perfect day besides the heat.
He reminisced in the memories of the day, and smiled. It had been a surprisingly great birthday. His Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and his fat cousin Dudley hadn't bothered him the whole day long. He just spent his day looking at old textbooks in the silent haven he called his room. He was finally able to use the broom kit Hermione had given him a few years ago. He looked at his beautiful broom, nicely groomed and very sleek.
Harry opened the windows and watched as the dark clouds loomed overhead. He noticed that a dark object was moving toward him. He jumped out of the owl's way, but not fast enough. He felt the edge of its wing brush his cheek. Hedwig flew to the floor in a stunned manor; the great-horned owl had whacked her with its wing. "Sorry, Hedwig," Harry laughed as he picked up the startled bird, and he placed her back in her cage.
The visitor was waiting patiently on his bed. Harry held out his hand and the bird routinely dropped five letters into his palm. Then he untied four small parcels from its leg. As soon as Harry did this, the owl flew out the way it entered, just as quickly as it came.
Harry ripped open the first envelope and flattened out the parchment. In it was a letter from Hagrid that read...
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I hope your holiday has been great! If there is any trouble with those relatives of yours just let me no. Try to cool your temper, Harry. You started to show one last term. I'm sorry about Sirius, but he's in a better place, so keep your chin up!
Hagrid
Harry snorted at Hagrid's spelling mistake, and then opened a package with his name scribbled on it in Hagrid's messy penmanship. Inside was a dark red handled dagger in a sheath of the same color. Harry ran his fingers along the smooth polished grip and pulled the knife out of its covering. The blade had a design of fire engraved on it in gold. A note fell to the floor as he did this. He unfolded it and read...
Harry,
In Sirius's will he said that he wanted to give you his dagger. It was from his father, and he felt it should belong to you.
Hagrid
Harry covered the knife and placed it in a space under a loose floorboard alongside his schoolbooks, and a broken mirror, which Sirius, his godfather, had given him last year before he passed away. He then lifted the next letter, which was from his best friend, Ron. He slid his fingernail under the edge that was glued, and slowly opened it, and read,
Hey Harry,
Happy Birthday! Can't say much here, and of course you know why. Hope you enjoy your present. Write back please!
Ron
Harry found a package with "To: Harry From: Ron" next to his pillow. He opened it and found a tiny radio with wings in the box. He picked it up. On it was a tag that said,
Press the red button to activate the RADFLY 1000.
Harry held the tiny boom box in his hand and found a small red button under one of the metallic wings. A fuzzy rock and roll-esc song came from the speakers. Harry turned the tuning knob and the song could now be heard more clearly. The Radfly jumped out of his palm and its tiny wings began to beat. It hovered in the air silently. Harry pushed it a little ways to his left, picked up the next letter, and opened it. Written in Hermione's neat handwriting was,
Dear Harry,
I hope your holiday has been great. In your last letter to us you said that your relatives were treating you better, and I'm happy for you. I hope you'll be able to visit US at the house soon. Lupin has been talking about it. My parents have allowed me to stay with THEM for the rest of the summer. I hope you enjoy the Birthday present I sent you. It should help you. Professor McGonagall was kind enough to let us all use her owl to send you your letters and gifts.
Sincerely,
Hermione
Harry opened the final parcel. Inside was a watch with many keys on it. Another note from Hermione was tied to it,
Harry,
This is a Potions Master. It's a type of calculator that tells you the ingredients and measurements of any potion you type in. It should help you this year.
Hermione
Harry put the watch under the floorboard next to the dagger. He thought to himself how clever it was to be named a Potions Master and he wished his Potions professor, Snape, was like that; that he'd actually help with Harry's potion work instead of ignoring him or destroying it. He yawned and took the final letter into his hands. In green ink was written his name; the annual book list had arrived. To Harry's surprise the only new book he needed this year was The Standard Book of Spells Grade 6, by Miranda Goshawk.
Harry pulled a loose sheet of parchment from his trunk at the foot of his bed and began to write a letter...
Dear friends,
Thank you for the gifts. It was very kind of you. Thank you Professor for lending your owl to Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid. There was no trouble from Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, or Dudley today. All in all it has been a great day. I hope I can come over there soon. I miss you all.
Thanks again,
Harry
Harry gave the letter to Hedwig who was now preening herself. Hedwig clicked her beak and silently took the letter from Harry's hand.
"Bring this to Grimmauld Place please, girl," Hedwig blinked her huge golden eyes at him and flew through the window. Harry walked to the windowsill and stared at the darkening sky. It had gone from a dark red to a light shade of purple within the half-hour. He sighed as a cool breeze ruffled his hair. The clouds had gathered closer together and the moon could not be seen. In the distance, a shadow of yet another owl could be seen. Wow that was fast, Harry thought to himself. As the owl approached, he discovered that it was the great horned owl that had visited him earlier.
As it swooped through the window, a glint of red caught Harry's eye. The owl settled down on Harry's bed and attached to it's leg was not another parcel, but a small red birdcage. Inside a figure of a black bird could be seen. Harry slowly untied the little cage from the owl's leg and patted it on the head. It took off as soon as Harry's hand fell from its crest.
Harry found the tag, which read,
Harry,
Sorry I forgot to send this to you earlier. This is my present to you. It's called an ebon. It's a newly discovered magical creature that's a relative of the Fenix. All we know about this little bugger is that he can only be caged by a ruby prison.
Hope you enjoy him!
Hagrid
Harry glanced at the coal-colored bird. It was about the size of a raven, and had extremely long and sharp talons. Its feathers were sleek and the tip of the wings ended in a point. A tuft of feathers just as sleek was on its head and they gathered to a point too. The bird's pupils were snake- like and the whole eye was blood red.
Harry stuck his finger through the bars and attempted to pet it. The bird opened its mouth and hissed revealing nine sharp teeth. He retracted his finger and set the ruby cage on his trunk.
Harry threw himself onto his bed and took off his glasses. He thought about his mysterious bird and how he was going to pay for it. He then thought of Sirius falling behind that damned veil. While thinking to himself, he slowly drifted off to sleep.
Harry found himself walking on the wooden deck of a boat. The rain slapped him on the face as he walked towards the ship's cabin. The smell of salt plagued Harry's nose, as he continued to inch forward.
"Get your stuff and leave, Selene," a man with an American accent shouted. "We'll hold him off so you can go!" Harry glared at the man leaning over the rail of the top deck.
"Don't worry about us, dear," a young woman called.
Harry had reached the cabin. He reached out a spider-like hand and turned the doorknob. He saw a girl in front of him; she was stuffing a suitcase with all of her belongings. Her back was to him, and Harry took advantage of this. She slammed her travelling case shut and stood up. Lightning flashed behind them illuminating his ghostly white hand as he grabbed her around her neck. She screamed. Harry dragged her out of the musty room to the center of the deck.
Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it to her temple. A rumble of thunder rolled across the sea. "Tell me," Harry shouted to the man and the woman, "or she dies."
"Let her go, Voldemort," the man shouted back, "She knows nothing! Expell- "
"Avada Kadavra!" Harry yelled as he turned his wand upon the man.
"Bade!" the woman screamed.
"Daddy," the girl whispered.
"Mrs. Artemis," Harry's lips moved without his will as the words poured out of his lips. "Tell me or-argh!"
A sharp pain shot through his hand. He looked down to see a white wolf scamper away from him. "No matter," muttered Harry.
"Grab that woman and restrain her!" Four men dressed in black cloaks suddenly appeared at the woman's side and they grasped her arms and shoulder tightly. They brought her to Harry.
Harry glared at the woman and said, "Auror, tell me how to survive as long as the moon."
"I don't know," she replied.
"Liar!" Harry moved in closer. He stared into her eyes, and in the reflection he saw a snake-like face looking back at him. "Tell me," he said again, "or I will track your daughter down and treat her to a slow and painful death." The sound of a broom in flight was hardly audible through the storm.
Another clap of thunder sounded. "All I say is this; be the moon." In a low whisper she said, "You'll never find her." Just then the woman wrenched her hand free of the Death Eaters' grip, pointed her wand to her throat, grinned, and shouted "Avada Kadavra!"
Harry sat up in bed. He was shaking from head to toe, and was drenched in sweat. He grabbed his scar that was now searing in pain. Harry clutched his forehead and grimaced. He punched the wall next to his bed. The paint cracked.
"He's angry, he just lost a huge opportunity..."
