The Moon, Witches, Wizards, Endings, and Prophecies
By Megami Tsukino

A/N-Hey! Here's the first chapter! I hope it meets everyone's standards of a good fic, but I don't know. Thanx to the people who reviewed my last story,
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Chapter 1- The Meeting and Battle

Selenity yawned wearily as she sat up in bed,annoyingly flipping a blonde strand of hair over her shoulder. Blue eyes danced as she bounded up, practically dancing around the room. "Hogwarts!" she squealed aloud, falling backwards clumsily while giggling. How long had she dreamed of attending a wizarding school? It seemed like ages beyond her fifteen years. Her mother had decided to raise her in the crafts herself, and Selenity desperately wanted to be with others her age and learn the things her mother couldn't teach. But her mother always said no, until just the other day. She would never forget.

************FLASHBACK***************************
Selenity was flipping through the radio stations one rainy afternoon, upset that the weather had turned out so awful. From the kitchen came the sounds of her mother washing dishes, humming to herself busily. Fidgeting restlessly, she trudged to the white washed door and carelessly flung it open, happy to breathe the fresh air. Little raindrops splattered unceremoniously on her nose and hair, and she flapped them away while laughing out loud. It was a comforting sound, the gentle pitter patter of the rain. Selenity smiled serenely, leaning on the railing of her front porch. The wood creaked in protest, and she turned green, thinking that she shouldn't have had that extra chocolate. After a few moments of quiet, she calmed and gradually relaxed back on the rail. "Rain, rain, rain," she sighed softly, waving a hand through the watery storm. Imagine her surprise when a letter had fallen from the sky and plopped into her hand. A quick shriek was all she got out before curiousity took the better of her. Cradling the letter she walked back into the house, slamming the door behind her. After some examining, she grinned like a cheshire cat. This was a letter from Hogwarts. A letter to her. " 'Dear Miss Selenity Chrys,' " she read aloud, beaming at the cursive scripture. She glanced up momentarily and caught a shadow looming over her. "Mother!" she said crossly, before biting her tongue and grinning sheepishly. Mrs. Chrys held out her palm expectantly, and grumbling, Selenity gingerly placed her precious letter in the woman's hand. After a quick scolding to her daughter, she opened it, reading it first silently,then out loud to Selenity, who was twitching from impatience.
" 'Selenity,
We are pleased to inform you that you have hereby been admitted to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardy. We are aware of your special circumstances, and are willing to let you enter as a fifth year, after a proper sorting with the first years. Here is a list of everything you will need.
Albus Dumbledore.' "
Selenity's blue eyes were wide as she stared at the paper. It seemed like hours as she she finally snapped out of her daze. "Can I go Mother? Please?" she pleaded, hope tinging her voice. Flora Chrys groaned as she set down the papers. "We had this same discussion when the letter came when you were eleven, dear. Must we go through it again?" Flora argued irritably, and her daughter's eyes began to water. "I know you think I'll get hurt, but Voldemort died years ago when Harry Potter bested him! That's in the past, why punish me in the present?" Selenity shot back, steel in her voice. She had to be strong, she wasn't going to let this opportunity pass! Flora had gone very pale, eyes wide as saucers. "He killed your father! Isn't that enough reason for you to not go to the same school as that man did?" Flora shouted, desperation climbing into her words. Selenity defiantly shook her head. Mrs. Chrys let out a long breath, cradling her head in her hands. Minutes passed in silence, and the child dared not move. Finally, in barely a whisper, Flora Chrys choked out, "Get your things, we're going to Diagon Valley."
*********************PRESENT*************************
She smiled at the memory, fondly gazing at the letter that was now proudly displayed on her desk. "Selenity? Selene, darling?" her mother questioned before entering the door, tenderly looking over her sloppy child. Selenity grinned in embarassment, hastily standing to greet her mother. "My child, are you always late?" Flora joked as she cast a sorrowful glance at the suitcase and broom propped against the bed. Oh how she'd miss her baby girl. "I'm fine, Mom. Just need to get ready! And I'm not late," she ended in a huff, running hurriedly into the bathroom. Shaking her head, Mrs. Chrys opened a few drawers, looking around the few clothes that remained for something that her daughter could wear. "Here we go," she said to herself as she pulled out a silver short sleeved shirt and black jeans. "Thanks Mom!" Selenity said cheerfully as she bounded back into the room. Flora grabbed her by the shoulders, looking into the pure blue eyes. After a moment she hugged her daughter close, feeling tears of sadness, pride, and joy run down her cheeks.
******************Hogwarts, Dining Hall*****************
Harry Potter shifted annoyingly in the purple cushioned chair, casting a bored glance around the vast dining hall. Things were already prepared for arrival of the first years and other returning students, while Harry was already here. A week ago, still hating living with the Dursleys when Voldemort was loose, a knock had come at the door. His Uncle Vernon beat him to the door, who answered after catching his breath. "Hello, I'm looking for one Harry Potter," a man with half-moon spectacles had asked politely, smiling as Harry stuck his out from under Vernon's arm. Albus Dumbledore had personally come to collect Harry and take him to get supplies, then let him live in the school until it officially started. Vernon eagerly agreed, happy to get rid of the queer old man and Harry all in one breath. It was all for his ultimate safety, as Dumbledore had explained later on. Made enough sense, he thought. But it had been terribly boring, and still was! His eyes looked at the ornamental clock. Still ten minutes to go! Should he maybe go outside to wait and greet Ron and Hermione? He missed them horribly, despite the frequent owl letters. No, Albus said wait in here. There was something he was supposed to do later on, though Dumbledore refused to say what. Mysterious old cook, he thought affectionately.
CRASH!
Harry jumped instinctively, shivering as he listened for the familiar footsteps of students clamoring to get out of the rain and into the school. He imagined Malfoy drenched and miserable, and smirked pleasantly. Malfoy was always a thorn in his side, and his father was a death eater. Harry had been surprised when Albus had continued to let Malfoy go to the school, but the elder had said the reason would soon play out. Harry frowned as he remembered last year, when everything had crumbled around them. Voldemort was back, stronger than ever, with vengeance on the brain. One student was already dead, Cedric Diggory. He squinted his eyes to stop the fresh tears, instead concentrating on ways to imagine the death lord's painful death. Nothing had happened all summer, and if the person's involved knew anything, they didn't say. Harry had asked Dumbledore about it, and he said Voldemort was planning, planning something big. Which made Harry more nervous, but he tried to be the brave hero everyone thought he was. How could anyone sit still, knowing that the most powerful Dark Lord ever was back again, quietly planning to take over the wizarding world?
"It's cold! How long can it take to open the door?"
"Where's Potter?"
"Who cares?"
"I'm hungry!"
"Please let us in already! I don't like the way Peeves is looking at me!"
"Wuss."
Harry smiled as the various voices drifted in, some he recognized, some he didn't. In a few short seconds friends, enemies, and strangers would charge in, wet and tired, fully ready for some food. As if responding to his thoughts, Professor McGonagall appeared through the doors, dozens of students filing in after her. Ron's red hair stood out easily, practically running to sit beside Harry. Hermione was soon on the other side of him, grinning. "Oi! Harry! Boy, I've missed ya, bud. Usually I see you sometime during the summer, but not this year. And everyone's been busy with you know what," Ron ended in a whisper, face darkening before he perked up. "Can't wait for the food!" Hermione shook her head while Harry burst out laughing, lightly smacking Ron on the back. "Harry, how was your summer?" Hermione asked as she scolded Ron, who had quieted by now. "Ok, I guess. About as good as it can get with the Dursleys. I've actually been here for a week, Dumbledore brought me. Said there was something I needed to do. Didn't say what, though," he responded, eyes in thought for a moment. Hermione gave him an inquisitive look before shrugging and looking as everyone settled into their respective tables. Draco Malfoy glowered at them from the Slytherin table, but Harry rolled his eyes and looked excitedly towards the back door as the first years stumbled in. It was always interesting to watch the Sorting, and Harry had only seen one other than his own sorting, and that was last year. He quickly shook his head; he didn't want to remember anything about last year right now. Dumbledore, headmaster of the school, stood to silence the children. With a wave of his hand, a chair appeared along with a battered old hat, which Harry knew was more special than it looked. In a loud clear voice, the hat began singing, telling the story and qualities of each founder of Hogwarts. At the end, everyone burst into applause, including the trio at the Gryffindor table. Then McGonagall stepped forward, parchment in hand.
"Aaron, Lauren!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Austin, Brian!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
And the list continued, with applause from the tables receiving new members. Harry spotted Dumbledore a few times, who looked apprehensive each time. The dancing blue eyes were always glancing at the door nervously, and he even shifted once. Harry had never seen him so nervous.
"Zachery, Justin!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
And everyone began to settle down, breaking into conversation. Harry watched as Dumbledore's eyes widened in something akin to fear, and arose, walking briskly to the door. A few pair of eyes followed him, and Snape stood up from the teachers table and began to follow, when the front door banged open, a flash of lightning illuminating a black cloaked figure in the doorway. For a moment everyone in the hall froze, before the figure removed its hood, revealing a blond haired blue eyed girl, somewhere in her teens. Her hair was done in the weirdest style, two bun pigtails on top of her head. "Sorry I'm late!"she squealed and was about to run into the room when she slipped, shrieking in fright. But in a flash Severus Snape was beside her, holding the girl up while he scolded her in annoyance. She smiled brightly at Snape, saying something to him that Harry couldn't hear. Dumbledore had a look of relief on his face, striding back to the head table.
"Everyone, we have a new student who will be a fith year here, after her sorting."
Snape's arm was linked with the girl's and he lead her to the chair, which she hesitantly sat in. McGonagall was stern as ever as she called out the last name.
"Chrys, Selenity!"
As she was about to put the hat on her head, a crack of lightning lit the great hall, and they were all plunged into darkness. Children began to scream, and Harry grabbed onto Ron and Hermione, fearing the worst. Snape's cold voice shouted above it all, urgent and calm. "Selenity! SELENE!" A very small voice answered back, "Here Snape-san!" Then Dumbledore hollered commandingly, "Calm down! CALM DOWN!" Several children did so, but there was an occasional whimper.
"Everything is alright," he assured calmly, but a sick laughter echoed throughout the hall, and the screaming started again.
"Is everything really alright, Albus? I think not."
Harry froze and grasped tightly at his two companions, trembling in fright. He knew that voice. Dear God, he knew that voice! "Voldemort," he whispered, and he could feel Ron and Hermione stiffen. A green light instantly shone around a tall black haired figure, who was sneering at the cowering children. "Disgraceful," he muttered, glaring reproachfully at them all. Harry shrank into his seat, fear gripping hi so tightly he could barely move. "Leave, Voldemort," Dumbledore commanded, stepping in front of Snape and Selenity. Several students gasped, and there was a chain reaction of strangled cries of despair and horror. "As soon as I have what is rightfully mine," the Dark Lord answered simply, giving a meaningful glance at Selenity, who tried to hide behind Snape. "This is MY school," Dumbledore retorted crisply, normally bright eyes darkening dangerously. "Don't be stupid, Albus. There's no way you could beat me, or any of your other little stooges," Voldemort said, motioning the other tensed teachers. Then he laughed and pointed directly at Harry Potter, who gasped in surprise. "And I don't think he'll be of much help either."
"Hey!" shouted Ron defensively, then recoiled as Voldemort reeled on him.
"How DARE you speak sharply to me! Reap what you sow, boy."
Harry screamed and pushed them both out of the way as sickly green light smashed into the table, turning it to tiny splinters. But Voldemort was done with them, and was once again glaring at Dumbledore and Snape, who was trying to hide te girl. "Out of my way, mongrels," he spat and Dumbledore and Snape went flying into the opposite walls, leaving a thin streak of blood as they slid down the wall. Selenity screamed and rushed towards them foolishly, but Voldemort attacked her, and she fell whimpering to the ground. "You're mean," she said defiantly in a small voice, wincing at her injuries. Voldemort gave an amused snort. Harry blinked rapidly, looking to his right to see Ron unconscious, but still breathing. Hermione was leaning over Ron, gently shaking his shoulders. "Stay here," Harry demanded as he got up and started running, and Hermione cried softly, "Harry! Wait!" But it was too late, the famous Harry Potter skidded to an unsteady halt in front of the new girl, who was nursing a small cut on her forehead. Voldemort stopped in his tracks, snarling at the boy. "You will die now!" he hissed, raising his wand. Hermione screamed desperately, and Harry's blood ran cold. So this was how it was going to end? He saw the green light, and wondered briefly if this was how it had been for his lost parents. Well, I'll be joining them soon, at least.
"NO!"
Selenity stood and ran in front of the boy who lived, barely having a moment to scream before the attack slammed into her. She was dead before she hit the ground.
"Oh my God," someone whispered, no one daring to move. Even Voldemort was speechless, his hand trembling in astonishment. Harry then dropped to his knees, shivering as he began to shake the girl's shoulders, calling softly for her to answer. Suddenly her eyes fluttered, a glossy deep blue. Harry was frozen to the spot as she rose, skin cold and pale. She seemed to be looking at something else altogether. "Ginzuishou, onegai."
A brilliant light flooded the hall, and a stone appeared at her breast. "I am Princess Serenity, heir to the Moon Kingdom throne," she stated superiorly, clothes melting away to reveal a glimmering white dress. Harry gaped in awe, and turned to see that Dumbledore had awakened. Voldemort growled and disappeared, leaving a small trace of green light. The girl, Princess Serenity, looked around quickly before muttering in a paniced voice, "Rei-chan? Ami? Minako? Mako-chan?" Then she fell to the ground, energy burned out. The ginzuishou, as she had called it, shone brightly, blinding Harry for a moment.
When he opened his eyes, he was standing beside Dumbledore, watching as Selenity placed the hat on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
His table cheered, welcoming the new girl with open arms. Harry saw that she now had a sparkling stone on a golden chain around her neck. "She has forgotten what has happened, as have everyone else. Only three remember. You, me, and the Dark Lord.I don't know what power she holds. But she, young Harry Potter, is yours to look after as we prepare," he ordered calmly, turning to leave. Harry stared incredously up at the wise man, blinking disbelievingly. "Me? Why me?"

Hello! This is another short, bad fic. Sorry to all who read it. Not! I'm very cocky, and love my writing. No, not that either. I think I'm stuck somewhere in the middle. I'd love for more than two people to review, if you please. *whimpers* No one likes my stories! Well, story actually. But more to come, I promise! Did I mention I love reviews?