Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter.

This came out of nowhere, I swear. I was sitting down to write a different story and this one just appeared. My muse is very weird.

This is from a third-person Serena P.O.V., in case you didn't know. Pairings, ages and whatnot will be listed next chapter if continued.

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Her feet pounded sharply against the pavement. Dozens of memories swept through her head as pain roared through her veins. Betrayal and fear kept a tight lock on her heart of light and purity.

Her breaths were short and gasping as her lungs demanded air for this neck- breaking pace. Rain poured down on all sides, a barrier for sight, even as her body begged rest and relief.

Not watching where she moved, a tree root grabbed her unsuspecting ankle and jerked on it sharply. A soft cry, unheard in the clap of thunder, fell from rose-shaped and colored lips as she collapsed to the ground.

She did not rise immediately, but instead placed her hands upon her knees and cried, tears mingling with the cold rain greedily rushing down her soft face. She wrapped her arms around herself and bent over, sobbing. "Minna..."

The soft whimper was almost unheard, but the crashing footsteps and shouts were not. "Get her!" "Quick!" "Take a youma! She went that way!" She whirled, a gasp stealing from her swollen throat.

She staggered to her bloated feet, ignoring the protest that screamed up her body as she knelt. Her slim hands sought and found a backpack that she clutched with aching fingers as she began to move - slowly at first, but increasingly faster until one would have sworn she was flying once again.

This time, tears ran unchecked down pale cheeks as she ran. She cried hard and without shame, not caring if they could hear and knowing partly they couldn't because of the thunder and lightening.

Branches reached for her greedily, tearing at her clothes and long golden hair as she moved. Her large blue eyes were filled with tears that fell and kept coming. She wore a simple short, dull grey and brown dress that at one time had been long and a beautiful white.

She had long since kicked off her shoes - they hindered her movement and that was something she could not afford. She had no idea where she was running to - her mind had long since shut down, the only thing that functioned know was her heart.

She stumbled and fell again, her tired body informing her in its very informing way that if she wouldn't give to its warnings it would stop her its own way. A soft cry fell from her lips as she clutched the dirt, positive know she would be caught.

The enormous clap of thunder didn't make her flinch a'toll. At one time, she had been petrified of such things, but now she had experienced far more frightening. It was followed by a brilliant flash of light.

She looked up, eyes wild with fright and pain, her heart beating wildly. She spotted a castle in the distance and at first was positive it was a mirage. Her heart ordered her firmly towards it, and seeing as how she'd always followed her heart, she had no choice but to obey.

As she picked herself up and started again for the thousandth seeming time, another flash of lightening lit the area. And atop of her golden hair sat the oddest crown - it looked like it was made from diamonds, each with a different speck of light within...

After what seemed like hours to the exhausted, frozen and a million other things girl-child, she lurched to the door and collapsed against it. Another clap of thunder, followed by lightening... she glanced behind her and saw them coming.

The rush of fear gave her enough energy to raise her swollen arms and pounded on the door. Words fell from her throat, making it feel as if it were on fire, as she did. "Please! Let me in! Please, oh I beg of you! Open the door, please! Please!" But no one came.

She turned slowly, feeling the burning protest from within, and watched with frightened eyes as they approached, walking up the steep hill. A resigned sigh stole from her and she allowed her eyes fall closed.

One hand clutched the broach upon her chest, the other the bookbag. She vowed internally that they'd never touch her treasures. They were almost upon her...

The door opened and she fell backwards. She heard surprised voices and then the slamming of that same door before her head struck hard ground. Finally, she allowed the darkness to claim her battle-weary body...

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