AN: First off, I would like to apologize for the lack of updates and such. The parental units found the notebook with the original copy of 'A Boy in Need' and I have yet to get it back, and unless I steal it back it will be lost to me forever cries cuz my parents are homophobic bastards and think everything slashy is porn
Fear not, I will find it and retrieve it tho! And if not... I'll re-write it. The next chappie should be up by the end of the week.
As for the 'New Neighbor'.... I have a serious case of writer's withdrawal and that has caused writers block. And I have my parents to thank for that cuz they are the ones that grounded me. glares The next part of that will be up soon, I hope.
The stories I will be writing (or story if its long) will be slash free until I get my computer back, because im using my moms and have no available disks to save them on. They (or it) might be re-edited to become slash sometime in the future.
And now, on with my newest ficcie!!

Title: Demons Moon

Rating: overall R

Pairing(s): none yet

Warning(s): will be dark and angsty, will also be slash

Note(s): none

Summary: Harry Potter breaks free from Azkaban and is found by a Demon. What will happen to our betrayed Boy Wonder?

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Though I wouldn't mind having Draco and Sevvie.......

Prologue

Feet pounded on grass as a black-haired boy ran through the stretch of yard between the prison and the surrounding lake. No sirens went off behind him, and no guards gave chase. In fact, the eerie fortress behind him was as dark and silent as ever.

Harry Potter was once the savior of the wizarding world. He battled the Dark Lord Voldemort many times to save the worthless hides of dozens of older men and women, who apparently couldn't get off their lazy asses and help.

But he was Harry Potter no more. He was a seventeen year old boy destined to live forever while his enemies attacked him and his "friends" betrayed him. He had no family, no life, and if he stayed in this dreary fortress any longer than he would have lost his mind as well.

He came to a stop beside the water and stared out across it at the shore on the other side. It was going to be a long swim, and a tough one. But he would do it because it was his only chance to live.

He dove into the water and began his trek, paddling with long strokes that quickly took him closer and closer to the middle section between the two shores. As he came closer, his strength seemed to leave him.

Because of the many years confined to a dark cell, his muscles had lost their previous mass and he had become weak. He knew this, and he stopped swimming to tread water for a few seconds.

He shook his head like a dog and began to doggy-paddle towards the shore once more. This time it was slow going and by the time he reached the sandy shore he was exhausted. He hauled himself up and collapsed.

He took in deep breaths and tried to calm his shaking limbs. He finally pulled himself onto his elbows and looked back. Azkaban was nothing more than a silhouette against a dreary background....

TBC

Yes, yes.. short for a prologue. But chapters will get longer!