Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N: Ok, first things first, I'm so sorry 'bout the wait! I'm actually trying to write a book that I made, not a fanfiction, and I'm also trying to start my first Twilight Saga fanfiction, but there are only so many hours I have in a day, around ten hours a day, and even then, I get easily distracted. So before you go, 'what the heck TGWIS?' that is what happened. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to update, my schedule is very busy all of the sudden, not including my other writing pieces. You might not want to read this chapter; it contains very, very, very sad things, and it is slightly disturbing. This chapter should only be read if you are thirteen or older, mild violence.

Hermione almost broke into a run as she came into the Great Hall. "Hello everyone," she grinned as she took her seat right next to Ginny.

"'Mione!" all of her friends gasped, their faces showing their excitement and surprise.

The daily owls came into the Great Hall, delivering last minute gifts and letters, and a newspaper called the Daily Prophet.

But an all too familiar snowy white owl flew down to the Gryffindor Table, and she landed right between the pack. "Wonder if she's got my registration," Ginny sighed.

"Registration?" asked a bewildered Hermione.

"I want it to be a surprise," giggled Ginny as she looked through the packages.

Harry rolled his eyes. "It isn't that much of a surprise," he shook his head.

"I found it!" gasped Ginny, tearing the contents open. "The registration certificate, finally!"

"An animagus registration," Hermione exclaimed, her eyes like dinner plates.

"Yes, yes, you weren't there when I did the binding spell, or the animagus spell."

"I was there for the binding spell," Luna chided.

"And I was there for the animagus spell. Still, shame on you Ginny," joked Harry.

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The days came and went, and soon it was time for Harry to return to his relatives. A wave of sadness washed over him as he remembered that Vernon and Dudley hated magic, and that it was only Petunia who would allow it.

"So what are you guys doing this summer?" asked Hermione.

"Staying with my relatives," muttered Harry sadly.

"We have no idea, honestly. Our parents said something about vacation," Ginny explained.

Luna spoke up, her eyes unfocused and her voice dreamy, "Daddy says we're going to go to Switzerland."

They talked and ate snacks for the entire train ride, before it was time to go. Going through the archway to Kings Cross Station, they found their families, and soon after left for the summer.

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"Ginny!"

"Not now, Fred."

"Too bad," laughed Fred, a big grin on his face. "You want to play Quidditch?"

"Sure, but I'm only saying that because you're going to force me to."

"Good call."

Fred and Ginny ran to the small clearing that they owned, which was hidden in the trees so no muggles would see.

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"Mum! I want some more bacon," wailed Dudley, his complaints getting more annoying to Harry.

Harry wasn't actually in the same room as Dudley; he was actually on the second floor of number 4 on Privet Drive. But his heightened sense of hearing made him hear everything in the house; the television downstairs, the sizzling cracks coming from the kitchen and the wails coming from Dudley.

Everything was almost back to normal, although there were a few minor changes. Harry would stick mostly in his room, now, not wanting to get any attention; the garden was much nicer, and the neighbors no longer complained about him.

But that didn't mean he didn't like Privet Drive now, it was just not as hectic as it used to be. The feeling was bittersweet, like a droplet of blood after an injury; it was funny if the injury was an accident, but it hurt.

"Mum!" Harry was starting to get annoyed with Dudley's antics.

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"Daddy," Luna called, her musical voice filling the silence of the wilderness.

The Swiss Alps were beautiful, enchanting, so enchanting. But yet, something wasn't right. Where was Luna's father? He only said he would take a few minutes, but it was getting closer to an hour since he left.

Grabbing the lantern, Luna walked into the thick and dark forest ahead of her, silently scared. Going through the branches, Luna finally found a clearing, but it was horrifying at what she saw.

Her father lay there, in the clearing, blood soaking his clothes, his skin ash grey and chalky white, but in a bad way, unlike Malfoy's. His eyes were closed, a look of shock upon his face, but she knew that look all too well to know what it was, it was the look of death by accident.

"Daddy, no, daddy, you aren't dead!" cried Luna, rushing to her father, tears brimming over her eyes.
She didn't know how long she sat there, crying, ignoring all human needs. What would she do? Her father was dead, and it was all her fault. She let him go into the forest, even though she had a bad feeling about it.

Something nudged her shoulder, taking her out of the depressing trance. She looked up, and saw the most unusual creature. It looked like a horse, but yet it wasn't. It was reptile-like, so thin its black and scaly skin showed its ribs, but yet, it looked healthy. The creature's eyes were filled with concern, and more importantly, curiosity.

"Hello there," mumble Luna, her eyes red and puffy and her throat sore.

The creature nudged her again, and then motioned her to get on its back, which she did, while noticing it's even more scaly wings. It flew, all of the sudden, and Luna grabbed the thin black mane it had.

Hoping she could escape this nightmare, Luna didn't bother to scream for help; maybe this creature was nice, as it seemed so. Tears still flowed down her cheeks, but yet, the sadness was slowly turning into a dull feeling. She was becoming numb from the sadness, numb.

She didn't try to block out the feeling, nor embrace it; she couldn't even grasp hold of why she shouldn't be crying. The creature still flew on, and she didn't even care. The scenery was very amazing, and yet, she didn't care. Her father was her only living relative, and now she was alone. Alone, but somehow not alone, this creature was here for her. Odd at it may be, she didn't want to let go, this creature was a safe animal, and kind.

A sad smile formed on her lips, and still clutching the black hair, she fell asleep, into a dreamless sleep at that.