ME: so... this is my fiirst Harry Potter fic... and I just thought I'd share. This is written for my friend Hannah who absolutely loves Harry/Draco, Draco/Harry... so here it is:

Anapneo

Greek for "breathe". Clears the airways of the person who the spell is cast upon, allowing them to breathe properly.

Prologue

It was a beautiful sight, the lapping waves. The lighthouse spinning its light in the early sunset as the sea salt clung to everything from his dark, dark hair to his somber black robes. He was a tall sentry in this place, staring out into the beckoning sea. In this place so many things seemed so far away. He'd had been going in and out of the muggle world along with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger to find Serverus Snape who was said to have fled the wizarding world . The couple was up at the small inn waiting for him to join them for diner. He closed his eyes in an attempt to not remember the things he'd given up. Or the people he cared about that he'd lost.

It was a peculiar thing to be the boy that lived. To bear the lightening scar at the very center of his forehead over the place of his so called third eye. He could see in the far off horizon that a storm was coming as he turned and walked back up to the inn wondering when their next excursion into the muggle world would happen. He turned away from the lighthouse and the beach and made his way back up to the little inn. Tomorrow they would go and visit the Weasleys and maybe even seen other members of the Order of the Phoenix. He greatly missed Tonks and Lupin and Hagrid and Neville. But not as much as he missed the others that never returned, Dumbledore and Black.

Hermione sat in the parlor by herself with a large thick book on transmutation spells and Ron was across the room speaking on the phone, probably with one of the twins discussing the ins and outs of peculiar characters on Diagon Alley. Twenty years of age seemed too young for them. He sat at the small table and laid his head on it.

"Bloody 'ell! You can't be serious!" Ron shouted and they both looked up to see him staring at the phone almost as if it were about to sprout wings before he brought it back to his ear to appease the shouting person.

"I understand Luna. Yes… Please, it's of no business of yours. Just go home! No! Mione and Harry are fine. Yes. Yes. Goodbye Luna." Ron shook his head and hung up the phone.

"What did Luna have to say?" Hermione asked as she placed a thin bit of cloth in her book and shut it.

"Excuse me but… Loony Lovegood… Ah! Don't look at me like that! She's in America and she's found some things that point that Snape and Malfoy have fled back into the wizarding world."

"Fled? Back to the Wizarding world?" Hermione leaned forward, unruly hair falling over her shoulders.

"Well… yes. It seems that due to the fact that Lucius Malfoy is on his deathbed that Snape is taking him for the will reading." Ron moved forward and sat down at the table with Harry. "We should go."

"No… it will be a sensitive moment. His mother is already dead and now this." Hermione stated. "We should let them alone."

"And then they will flee again and we still will have not gotten them." Harry pointed out.

"I know but…"

"Think with your mind Mione… which would you rather have we give them this time and we loose them? If Voldemort's sympathizers find them before we do…" Harry let it trail and the girl no woman sighed deeply.

"You're right… It's just… His father's dying."

"I know." Harry got up from his seat. "A little bit of dinner sounds good. Why don't we do that and get some sleep before we go back to England?"

"I do agree." Ron murmured and got up to walk with him.

"Boys..." Hermione whispered her eyes stuck on the coming sea storm.

"What is it Hermione?" Harry asked turning and then could only stare with her.

Outside, shining against the coming storm was a large magical sign in the sky. It was of a dead phoenix. Ron was the last to turn, the last to look but the first one to speak.

"Well that bloody well can't be good." He murmured and turned to his friends. "You're the Auror and you're the brains… What does that mean?"

"I-It means…" Hermione trailed off but Harry picked up where she left off.

"It means that something has happened at Sirius Black's home. Something involving death and rebirth."

"How can you be so sure that it's at Sirius' house?" Ron asked face scrunched in confusion.

"Because it was so obviously a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Hermione whispered. "We've got to get back to England."