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Disclaimer: Adrian is still banning me from doing the disclaimer, so Diana was kind enough to offer to do it. *Diana Smiles* 'It's no problem. Angel doesn't own Harry Potter, The Secret Circle, or anything else you recognize. She only owns the plot.' Thanks for that Diana, now on with the story!

Warnings: Mild swearing, dark aspects, Bad Dumbles, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Molly, and Arthur (sort of). Super powerful and totally badass Harry. Mage Luna and Elemental Neville. And for my story to work New Salem has to be near Britain, instead of in the U.S.

Decided Pairings: Harry/Diana, Neville/Luna, Adam/Laurel at first, then Adam/Cassie, Jake/Faye, Ron/Hermione, Ginny/Draco later, Cedric/Cho (yes, Ced's alive, how was explained in the prologue, and will be expanded on later, oh and Harry never had a crush on Cho. Luna met Harry last year, when she told him she believed him about not entering the tournament, and she went to the ball with Nev. Harry asked Ginny, just as friends, and so she could get in, and Ron was forced to go alone, 'cuz I don't like him, after Victor left, he asked Hermione out and she said yes.)

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PS: Diana may at first seem very Mary Sue, and so will a lot of the circle members, beauty wise at least, but their level of intense, powerful magic enhances their beauty. I promise you I didn't change anything from Diana's description in the book, other then she had green eyes in the book, and I changed it to blue, because I thought it would be weird if both she and Harry had green eyes. And don't forget, she and Harry are soulmates (will be sort of explained in this chappie, and fully explained in the next two chappies). He's in love with her, so he's gonna describe her as flawless, 'cuz that's what he sees. They do have flaws, you'll see! Alright, NOW on with the story!

Last Time: I breakdown on the cold, hard ground, and start sobbing, the emotions I had been bottling in finally completely pour out.

Chapter 1: When Harry Met Diana

Harry's POV

The tears sting, my eyes burn, but the hurt they hold is nothing compared to the hurt in my heart. Why do they hate me so much? What had I ever done to them that made them want to hurt me this way?

They are worse then Voldemort. At least I know where I stand with him, he's never pretended to care about me. I mean sure, he offered me a chance to join him, but I've seen how he treats his followers. Trust me, he doesn't care about them.

But they didn't just hurt me, they betrayed me, and that hurt so much worse than a million cruciatus curses. I trusted them, loved them, and this is what they did to me. Now, I don't think I'll ever be able to trust anyone ever again.

The tears just will not stop, I honestly didn't know I held this many tears inside of me. I just can't stop crying. This is the saddest I've ever been. Worse than all the abuse at the Dursley's, Voldemort, his Death Eaters, and the ministry combined. I don't know if- "Hey are you okay?" A clear, musical voice interrupts my thoughts.

I turn around to what has to be the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Heck, she's probably the most beautiful girl that's ever existed. Even prettier than Fleur, and all of the veelas combined. She was just drop dead stunning, even in the dim light of the evening.

She has long, shining, luscious, luxurious blonde hair, which falls in lazy waves to the small of her back, and looks like it's made of pure silk. Although, blond isn't good enough to describe the gorgeous color of her hair. It's more like light. Moonlight and sunlight woven together. That's what it looks like.

She's average in height, but that's the only thing average about her. She is slender, yet curvy in just the right places. Her skin looks like it is made out of fine porcelain. She has full, rosy pink lips, long, dark eyelashes, thin arched eyebrows, and a slim nose. But it's her eyes that draw me in more than anything else.

Her eyes are blue, but not the light icy blue you normally see, but a deep ocean blue. They look like two sapphires, or dark tanzanites, and seemed to have just a hint of violet in their depths, like a starless, velvet, night sky. Although they were deep, they were also clear, as if light existed behind them. They were full of care, and passion, and right now, concern. Concern for me.

I hastily wipe the tears from my eyes, "Yeah, I'm fine." I assure the girl. Her dark azure eyes fill with doubt. "Normal people don't cry when they're fine." She says logically, while shaking her head slightly. I can't help but say the first thing that pops into my mind. "I never said I was normal." What a stupid thing to say, she was just trying to help. Now she'll think you're a rude, ungrateful person. But to me surprise she laughs instead. Her laugh sounds like the tinkling of silver bells. "No I suppose you didn't." She reasons. I smile in relief as she sits down beside me.

"I'm Diana by the way, Diana Elizabeth Meade." She proclaims softly in her musical tone. Diana Elizabeth Meade. What a lovely name. "I'm Harry, Harry James Potter." I reply. She smiles, her lips parting to show two rows of perfect, pearly, white teeth. "It's nice to meet you Harry." She announces. "Likewise." I answer.

"So what were crying about Harry?" Diana inquires worriedly. I suddenly spill everything. I tell her all about my supposed friends' treachery. She's just so sweet, and caring. She's so concerned about my wellbeing even though she's just met me that I can't help but tell her what she wants to know; only leaving out the magical parts. I hate lying to her, well not telling the full truth anyway, but I can't break the statue of secrecy.

Diana listens intently the whole time, and once I'm done she looks quite angry. From the way she's been acting towards me, I highly doubt she gets angry often, so I'm touched that she's angry on my behalf.

"How horrible. You give them your trust your trust and love, and they go behind your back and pull something like that. I mean, I don't know you that well, but you seem like a nice guy, and the fact that they were trying to kill you, and steal your money and possessions, and force you into marriage, and all that other stuff. It just makes me mad. Friends are supposed to accept you for who you are, and have your back no matter what. That kind of betrayal is just appalling! I don't usually condone revenge, but this is an exception. I'm glad you told that reporter so the world will know what they tried to do." Diana raves angrily.

"I'm glad you think so." I state softly, happy that Diana's on my side. She turns to look at me with her deep, caring blue eyes. "You shouldn't cry over them, they don't deserve you." She urged gently. "Thank you Diana." I said, not knowing what else I could say at the moment. "I feel loads better now." I add on second thought.

Diana smiles. "I'm glad. Do you have a place to stay? If not, you can crash at my house." She asserts lightly. "Oh no, I wouldn't want to impose." I reply quickly. She shakes her head at me. "Nonsense, it's no imposition. We have six bedrooms and we only use two of them, we have plenty of room for you. Come on." She insists, gently helping me off the ground.

"I can't thank you enough." I declare earnestly. Diana waves my thanks off. "No thanks are necessary." She adds. I grab my trunk, and we walk up to her house in comfortable silence.

Her house was very nice. Painted a pretty pale yellow, it had several towers, and bay windows. It has a very warm and welcoming feel to it, just like the homey feeing the town has. We head inside. The inside is very fascinating. There was antique paintings on the walls, wooden tables and chairs, and cloth couches, but it was mixed with a flat screen TV, a laptop, a bluray player, and many other modern things. It was as if the past and present existed in perfect harmony here.

"Diana, is that you?" A man's voice echoed from another room. "Yeah Daddy it's me." Diana called back to him from my side. "That's my dad, Charles Meade." She explained to me, as we followed the voice through the house, after me leaving my trunk in the living room. "We live here alone, my mom died a little before I turned two." Diana admitted before an alarmed look spread across her face. "Your parents!" She cried. "They must be so worried. Do you need to call them?" She finished questioningly.

I shook my head sadly. "No parents. They got killed by that man that I told you about, the one I'm supposedly 'destined' to kill, on the Halloween after I turned one." I elaborated.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." She lamented sincerely. "Same to you about your mom." I answer. We spend another moment in silence.

"But you must have someone who takes care of you." She pointed out. "My relatives." I state sarcastically. She gives me an odd glance, obviously confused by my sarcasm. "My maternal aunt, her husband, and their son." I start to explain. "Let's just say, that if they found out that I got hit by a bus whilst I was running away, they'd break out the champagne and have a party to celebrate." I finish.

Diana gives me a serious look. "That's terrible. Your parents are dead, your relatives hate you, there's a terrorist and his followers out for your blood, and your 'friends' betrayed you." She manages to put it all in a nutshell with one statement. "That pretty much sums it up." I say sadly.

By now we have reached the kitchen, where there is a man making dinner. He has slightly darker hair than Diana, though it still has that odd blonde color to it, and is tall and muscular. I assume this is Diana's father.

"Hey sweetie, back from your nightly walk so soon?" He questions, then looks up and sees me. "Who's this?" He asks appraisingly, but not unkindly. "Daddy, this is Harry. I found him outside crying, his friends" She scowls as she says the word. "betrayed him, and his relatives that he's living with hate him, so he ran away and ended up here in New Salem. Can he stay here for the night?" She ends inquiringly.

"Of course he can. I'm Charles Meade, Diana's father." He says, holding out a hand for me to shake. I extend my hand and shake his firmly. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Meade. Thank you so much for letting me stay in your home." I claim politely. "No need to be so formal, please, call me Charles, and it's no trouble. We have more than enough room for you." He insisted, sounding much like his daughter.

"Dinner's ready." He announces. Diana and I wordlessly set the table, and help Mr. Mea-Charles bring the food over. "I hope you two are hungry." He surmises, as he starts to serve himself some food. I hesitate, before taking some onto my plate. There is plenty to eat. Steaks, lots of veggies, mashed potatoes with gravy, and what looked to be pecan pie for desert.

I took a bite of my steak, it was tender and scrumptious. "This steak is really good." I complement while cutting another bite for myself. "Thanks, I've wanted some meat lately. Diana's friends Laurel and Melanie were sleeping over this weekend and I've missed meat. No offence to Laurel of course, I love the girl, but her eating habits can get tedious." He chuckles, while Diana laughs he bell-like laugh again. "Laurel is a vegetarian. She loves animals, and herbs, and is very anti-meat. So she won't let us eat meat when she comes over." Diana explains, still laughing.

"Oh, do they come over often? You sound close." I ask curiously "Yeah, in fact. You'll probably meet them tomarrow, they live here on Crowhaven Road too, and they're a couple of my best friends." Diana answers. "I see. Who else live up here? It seems to be a while away from the main part of the town." I conclude. "It is. These are the original houses of the founders of the town. We're their decendents. There's fifteen of us kids living up here right now. Me, Laurel Quincy, Melanie Flowers, Adam Conant, Sean Dulany, Christopher or Chris Henderson, Douglas or Doug Henderson, Kordelia or Kori Henderson, Melissa Glaser, Deborah or Debbie Glaser, Suzan Whittier, Nicholas or Nick Armstrong, Jacob or Jake Armstrong, Zachary or Zack Bennett, and Felicia or Faye Chamberlain. The parents, and some of the grandparents of those mentioned also live here." Diana surmises helpfully.

"Ah, I get it. So your families have lived in these house since the founding of this town?" I ask, extremely interested. "Yep. New Salem was founded in 1693. According to legend, the founders of New Salem were witches who founded the town to escape the Salem witch trials." Charles says, while exchanging a look with Diana, they seem to be looking for something, though I had no idea what. "Really?" I question, my interest peaking even higher. It would be amazing if Diana was a witch, then I could talk to her about magical stuff. I really hope she's a witch. "Yeah, if the legends are to be believed." Charles adds, exchanging another look with his daughter.

'"That's so cool." I say, and I mean it. I really hope the legends are true. I'd love to be able to talk with Diana about magic. Diana and Charles smile and nod in agreement. "It is pretty cool." Diana concedes, still smiling.

For the rest of dinner, we talked about our lives. Diana and Charles had been living alone since Diana's mother, Elizabeth, which was where Diana got her middle name from, had died, Apparently, Elizabeth, along with a lot of the Crowhaven Road parents, and a good number of the townsfolk had died in a large boatyard fire. They told me about their life up to this point. How they liked to spend as much time together as possible, Diana's schooling at the town school New Salem High, which was a school for all grades, and how the other families on Crowhaven Road were like family.

"Well they actually are family technically." Diana had reasoned. "Like Faye's my first cousin, her mom and my mom were sisters, and the Henderson's are first cousins as well. The others are mostly cousins too, but further out, like second, or third cousins. The founders families tended to…breed together." She had told me. I had asked her what they were like and she had simply laughed her beautiful bell-like laugh. "You'll just have to wait until you meet them." She dismissed.

I had then told them all about my life up until this point. The only thing I didn't include the magic part. I'd have to wait until I knew for sure that they were magical before telling them that. I told them everything else though. What I could remember of my parents, my life at the Dursley's, my schooling at Hogwarts (though I made sure I said it was a boarding school for the gifted that my parents had gone to, and not a magic school), all about my friends (both them and my real friends), and recounted the story of my friends' betrayal for Charles. Diana had already heard it of course, but she listened intently and patiently to the story again.

"That's so terrible." Charles had sympathized. "So you don't have anyone to take care of you?" He had inquired. I then told them about Sirius. I know I barely know them, and I could get Sirius caught again, but for some reason, I just knew that Diana and Charles would believe me about him being innocent. They had, just like I knew they would. "I don't know how much we can do, but the other parents and I will see what we can do about getting your godfather cleared. If not, he's always welcome here in New Salem. We, as the founders decendents are in charge of the town, and the townsfolk will treat him the same as any other town member if we tell them to, and inform them of his innocence. There is not any government that is allowed jurisdiction in New Salem." Charles had even offered. Thought the way he'd emphasized any government, it was almost like he knew I was a wizard and was talking about the Ministry of Magic.

I had thanked him, and we finished up dinner with the pecan pie, and vanilla ice cream, which had been in the freezer to stop it from melting. Throughout desert, Diana had told me about the school holding a sort of camp for the kids in the summer. It was free, and you didn't have to come, you could even come some days and not come others. There were classes, for those who wanted a head start on next year's schooling, or who wanted to review for next year, but there were also activities, like sports games, and competitions. All in all, it sounded like a good idea, and like a lot of fun.

"Us kids on Crowhaven Road usually go, because we are the decendents of the founders, and because Faye's mom is the school's headmistress. Plus it is really fun, and you get to hang out with your friends." Diana had added. "Sounds like fun. Will I be able to go? I mean technically I'm not to town member." I had replied. "Of course you will, it's open to everyone. Besides you will be with the descendent of the founders." Charles had stated firmly. "More than one actually. Melanie, Laurel, Adam, Nick, Jake, Sean, Kori, and I always walk down to the school together, and sometimes Chris and Doug join us." Diana had agreed.

After dinner, I grab my trunk from the living room, and Diana leads me up the stairs to the bedroom I will be staying in. "Here it is." She announces stopping at a white door. "My room is right across from yours, and my dad's is right down the hall, at the end." She adds. I looked across from the white door and saw another white door, except this one has 'Diana Elizabeth Meade' painted in fancy gold letters on it. I nodded at her, indicating that I understood.

She opened the door to my room, and I took my trunk into it and sat it down on the floor. The room was perfect. The walls were a cream color, and the bed was a four poster canopy bed with mocha colored curtains and there was a mixture cream and mocha for the bedspread. There were two African Blackwood nightstands, one on each side of the bed. One had a cream colored lamp with a mocha shade on it, as well as an alarm clock, while the other was bare, leaving room to put a book, or my glasses on it.

The other wooden furniture in the room was made out of African Blackwood as well, including the wooden parts of the bed. There was a tall wooden dresser with drawers for my clothing, and a wooden vanity was placed in a corner, and had a mirror framed in dark gold on it. The only other wooden piece of furniture in the room was a wooden work desk that had a cloth mocha colored work chair sitting at it.

There was a mocha couch, with cream couch pillows in one corner, and a cream mocha cream loveseat in another. There was a cream cloth lazy boy over by the large bay window that had mocha curtains to match the bed. Hung above the bed was a dark gold chandelier that matched the frame of the mirror, small crystal prisms covered the bottom of the chandelier and made the light emitting fro it dance around the room.

There was a flat screen TV hung on the wall directly across from the bed, there was also a bluray player sitting on a long, glass table underneath it, along with a computer, and a cd player/radio.

I then notice a small door on the wall beside the bed, opposite the one we came in from. "It's a small bathroom. It's not very big, but there's a tub, a shower, a toilet and a sink." Diana explains when she sees me looking at it.

My favorite part of the room though is the paintings. They covered most of the cream walls, but they were gorgeous. They all had bright, vivid colors, and they were mostly of scenes in nature. They gave the room a calm, serene, natural feel.

I turn back to Diana and grin. "It's perfect." I proclaim honestly. She smiles back at me. "I'm glad you like it." She affirmed, "I'll leave you to unpack and get changed then. Good night Harry, I'll see you in the morning." She announced. "Good night Diana, see you in the morning." I replied as she departed the room.

I make quick work of unpacking my things. I place all of my clothing neatly in the drawers. I didn't unpack any of my books, since they were all magical. I did place my wand on one of the night stands, however on second thought; I switched it for Dumbledore's wand. His was untraceable, in case I needed to use it, plus there something about it, a sort of power, that I was drawn to, yet couldn't explain. I had felt something similar to it though, when using my invisibility cloak.

I chose a pair of pajamas for the night and changed into them, putting the dirty clothes into a mocha colored hamper in the corner beside the loveseat. I mentally reminded myself that I'd make sure to do my own laundry, Diana and Charles were doing more than enough for me.

I turn off the light and lay down in the fluffy bed, it is extremely comfy. I look up and realize that the ceiling is covered in glowing constellations. They look so real. I smile, and close my eyes. I think about everything that has happened in the past few, has it really only been hours? I feel like I've known Diana for my entire…existence. It's like she's a part of my soul. A part that I had been missing.

Earlier tonight I had thought, and I quote 'I don't think I'll ever be able to trust anyone ever again.' well, I was WRONG! In the few short hours I'd known them, I had already come to trust both Diana and Charles. Charles had invited me into his home, cooked me dinner, and even offered to help my godfather. And Diana, she is just…..I don't know how to explain it. She's the most gorgeous, kind, sweet, caring, generous, and all around amazing girl I had ever met. She is perfect. I just…..

Suddenly it hits me. I love her. I don't know how you can grow to love someone in just a few hours, but I did. In my time of need, she helped me, she took care of me, and there was something about her. Something I couldn't explain. Something that makes me love her, and want to protect her, with my life if I have to.

But it's more than that, I had loved the Ron, Molly, Arthur, and Hermione before they betrayed me, and I love Neville, Luna, Sirius, Fred, George, and Remus, but the love I feel for Diana is different. Could it be that I'm IN love with her?

I don't know. I need to rest though, it's been a long day. I need to remember to write Sirius tomarrow, oh and Fred, George, Remus, Neville and Luna too. They deserve to know what's going on. I won't tell them where I am though. That way Dumbledore can't pry it out off them, and try to come get me for 'my own good'.

You know what though, now I'm glad that I found out him and my so called 'friends', heck I even though of them as family, but anyway, I'm glad they betrayed me. I know that sounds weird, but think about it. If they hadn't betrayed me, or I hadn't found out about it, I never would have met Diana, and somehow now that I've met her, I simply can't imagine life without her.

I decide to think more about this in the morning. Right now I need to sleep. I relax and slowly slip from reality into the realm of dreams.

Dumb-As-A-Door (Oh Wait That's An Insult Doors Everywhere)-I mean Dumbledore's POV

Life is a mess right now. Harry found out about our plans, he stole our wands, and he ran away from the Dursley home. Merlin only knows where the boy is now, and I can't track him. Plus he has the elder wand and I no longer have any control over him. Things could not get worse. Doesn't Potter realize that our plans are for the greater good, and that he should not question me, Albus Dumbledore, the leader of the Light?

I head back to Grimauld Place, the headquarters for my organization, The Order of the Phoenix. We are dedicated to stopping Tom, and are the only hope of the Light. Of course, I'm the leader of the organization.

I call an emergency order meeting, and I see that everyone has already arrived when I walk in. The order includes Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Rubeus Hagrid, Minerva McGonagall, Sybil Trelawney, Filius Flitwick, Poppy Pomfrey, Alistair Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginevra Weasley, a few other Hogwarts professors, and myself of course.

"People of the order, I have called you here because we have a very important problem on our hands. Harry Potter-" Severus cuts me off. How dare he cut ME off? "Great what did that good for nothing brat do this time?" He sneers. "Don't call my godson a good for nothing brat Snape." Sirius threatens. "Or you'll do what?" Severus challenges. Sirius stands up and glares at him. "Or I'll-"

I cut him off. "ENOUGH! Severus, don't insult Harry, Sirus calm down and sit down." I say while giving them both a stern look. They both listen to me, obviously, but they are still disgruntled about, and sending each other glares.

"As I was saying, earlier today, I was speaking with Ronald, Arthur, Hermione, Ginevra, and Molly about some plans involving Harry, as well as the prophecy, and we failed to notice that he was there, He overheard us, and didn't like what he was hearing, so he confronted us." I say importantly.

Severus starts. "So why didn't you just wipe the br-" I give him a look. "Potter's memory then?" He finishes curiously. "We tried, but when we did he knocked our wands out of our hands, he also stole them, not bothering to give them back when he stormed out." I inform him, as well as those in the order who weren't there.

"Why that insolent, little-" Severus began, and I could see Sirius getting angry. I was about to cut Severus
off, but Remus beat me to it. "That doesn't sound like Harry. Are you sure there was nothing else he overheard that would have made him made like that?" Remus inquires doubtfully. My anger flares. Even if I am lying, how dare he have the audacity to doubt ME? "I'm sure Remus." I lie, skillfully hiding my anger.

"The real point is that Harry ran away from his relatives' home, and I can't track him. I need you all to find out where he went, so we can bring him back to the safety of the Dursley House." I demand. They all nod. "Order dismissed." I conclude firmly. I will find you Potter, and you will go along with my plans. Nothing will stand in my way.

For I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in history, and Leader of the Light!

Third Person POV

Little did He-Who-Has-Too-Many-Freaking-Names know, there was nothing he could do to stop Harry from standing in his way. Soon Harry would be a circle member, and more powerful than any being this world had ever seen. For on this night, an ancient prophecy, much more important than the one Sybil Trelawney had made, had been set in motion. On this night, the event meant to activate the prophecy had happened.

This was the night when Harry met Diana.

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