Disclaimer-

I don't own any of the characters or the original story. That would be J.K. Rowling, and Warner Bros.

Tech, music, and such from modern time because it works better with my storyline. Also long distance and around the world apparation possible just hard to hit your target without complete forcus.

Rated M for a reason. You have been warned.

-Onward!-

Chapter 1

Alvona Glenn sat at the edge of the meadow, sketchbook in hand as she watched two heavily pregnant does grazing in the almost full moon's light. She did this so often they had barely sparred her a glance for the last hour. They had an understanding of sorts. She would stay at the far side of the meadow and they would stay and enjoy the night air and crisp sweet grass. Around her the crickets chirped and in the distance you could hear the soft bubbling of the creek, just beyond the deer, hidden by the forest under brush. The leaves seemed to shimmer as the breeze blew through the tall trees that made the forest.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a bunny hopping through the grass being chased by a larger one. Quickly they disappeared into the tall grass together. Springtime, the time of mates and babies and... love.

She thought about love often. Never had she been able to find someone that was like her. She was so different from the other kids at school. She held this power in her that she couldn't explain. But over time she had begun sneaking out at night to the meadow to master it. She felt now that she could control it. How she wished her power was controlled and directed by something other than pure will power. It made it so hard to contain. Hard to let anyone close to her, afraid they would discover her secret. She refused to be a freak to her classmates again.

As years had passed they had put it up to their own childish imaginations and had left her alone. The nerdy girl always in the library, not friend or foe. Occasionally one of them would come up to her for the answers to a homework assignment they 'forgot' to do. But mostly they just left her alone. Now she was just part of the scenery, as she preferred it to be. Or so she told herself.

Again her mind wondered what it would be like to have friends, or even a boyfriend. Hormones made it hard not to wonder what it would be like to have someone to kiss, to hold, to... touch. What was it like? She heard the girls in the restrooms gossiping about it like she wasn't there, but she couldn't help but wonder. What did a man look like... feel like? She blushed at her train of thought. Sure she could just look it up on the internet like so many her age but she felt like that was wrong somehow. She wanted to experience love and physical love first hand. Every part of it. Even the parts that made her blush from her head to her toes. She tucked a strand of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear, and flipped her long braid back. Fighting the erge to twirl her hair around her finger as she often did. She took a deep breath trying to clear her mind of heated thoughts. Though failing just the same.

A loud pop broke the night, her silence ruined. She had been so deep in thought that for a moment she didn't realize where she was.

In the not so far distance was a man. Tall and lean, in clothes dark as night. His skin so pale he almost seemed to glow in the nearly full moon's light. He hadn't seen her yet so she slid silently into the tall grass and brush a few feet behind her taking care to keep low to the ground.

No sooner had she settled her stomach on the cool ground did he whip around wand raised, eyes searching as if they could see straight through the dense brush and forest with a swift glance.

"You think just because you're hiding, I don't know you're there? Come out."

She felt the power in his voice and chose to rise to face her new opponent rather than wait for him to find her. On her feet she felt stronger, and more capable.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?"

He looked at her as though bored but his wand never waivered, still pointed at her. Normally she would think of wands as child's play but something about the way he held it as a shield before him made her think twice.

He paused as though he had no interest in answering her before finally drawing out- "Not that it concerns you; I seem to be slightly off from my destination. What, may I ask, is a young girl doing on her own in a field in the middle of the night?"

Finally as though seeing her as no threat he relaxed.

"That's none of your business."

She retorted, never letting her guard down as he did his. She had never seen him here before and felt in the air a vibration from him that told her he held power deep within that wasn't to be under estimated.

"Oh really."

He shot back as though she was but a stubborn child. But he was firm in his question as to what a little chit like her was doing wondering around the damn forest at night like she owned it.

"Yes," she replied standing firm, carefully not to gather her power as to alert him that she was not entirely defenseless.

For a long moment they stared at eachother, neither willing to relent in this power of wills.

Then a thought crossed his mind, maybe she did, or at least her parents did, own this part of the forest. In which case he was trespassing. Not that he cared overly much, but the less time this young muggle girl saw him the better. Best to just be on his way and forget about her. She would soon think it a trick of the night anyway. No need wasting time on her. He had other things to do.

Suddenly he seemed bored and started looking around as if she wasn't still standing there, absentmindedly twirling his wand in his graceful fingers. Never once did he falter. Quickly he cast a spell, "point me", and no sooner had his wand stopped did he spin quickly with a swirl of his cape and was gone. She could have sworn she saw him bow to her as he disappeared. For a long moment she stood there, just staring at the spot where he had stood. Quickly she looked around, but in the air she could feel it; he was gone, whoever he was. Once again she was alone in the still cool night.

She turned and made her way to her blanket, grabbing her sketch book. She quickly turned to a new page and started to draw every detail of him she could remember. His tall, lean form. His dark eyes, and silky black hair. His sharp features and large nose somehow seemed to fit together perfectly. His cloak, his boots, the row of buttons down his chest. He muscles that had moved below those buttons when he had raised his wand. As she finished she began to notice a detail she has missed before. While her guard was up she hadn't notice how handsome he was. Those eyes staring back at her from the page did something to her. She felt warm inside and flushed as she thought about it.

'Silly girl,' she chided herself for even thinking of the tall dark stranger that way. She sat there for some time looking at her drawing before finally deciding to pack up at head on home to rest before the day ahead begun. More school work and more chores would be waiting for her. Of that she was sure.