"So my loyal servant, how are things on Earth?" asked the regal magenta haired lady who lounged on her throne.

"Splendid really, Usagi is getting on very well with Potter and Lucius Malfoy is once more at large as you said my lady," Hikage replied bowing low.

"Rise, you once again have done well is there anything else unto which I must be informed?" she asked.

"No, but I must ask my Lady, what do you intend to do with Sirius Black, he can't be allowed to interfere surely?" inquired Hikage.

"Do with him as you will, you are dismissed," Hikage bowed silently and left, this was an interesting turn of events. When she had first learned of Black's passing through the veil she had thought he would be executed on site but now she had to decide to kill him or to keep him alive.

"This should prove to be very interesting," she silently speculated to herself heading for the gates, she needn't some time to thing about things.

---Voldemort---

"I demand to know who she is!" Voldemort fretted glaring fixatedly at the orb before him, he was furious at the disappearance of Peter and he had been informed that those too girl's he'd seen had something to do with it. The blonde had been reported to have killed them all except for the one Death Eater that had struggled back weakly, been milked for information and then subjected to Avada Kadavera for apparent weakness, great prospects.

"She is Princess Serenity of the Luna Kingdom your Grace," bowed one of his messengers, Voldemort look at him curiously, red, slits for eyes burning, "going by the name of Usagi Tsukino."

"Is she a threat?" he drawled.

"I know not your Grace," the servant once again bowed.

Voldemort sighed, most uncharacteristic but this servant was annoying him, "Avada Kadavera," it was cruel, but that was what being evil was all about wasn't it? Of course!

"I will find you Princess, you would be a key ally and I can still use you against Potter," he hissed and a large snake curled around his arm, hissing with him.

---Hogwarts---

Hikage sighed heavily as Pansy Parkinson pushed roughly past her into the great hall; she sat down opposite Draco and proceeded to bat her eyelashes at him which she rolled her eyes at in disgust. Although she watched with amused interest as she sat down when the post came in, several copies of the Daily Prophet fell into many laps and soon the whole hall had gone quite. Curiously she leaned over Draco's shoulder and no the front page was a picture of a battered Pettigrew and a bold headline, 'Peter Pettigrew Alive, Proven Death Eater'

"Hm," she shrugged nonchalantly, "Catchy."

Draco turned his head to glare at her and she smirked, "Don't look at me that way I haven't done anything, though if our lady friend over there," she inclined her head to Pansy, "says one more word I am going to have to do something drastic."

"Oh yeh, like what, a pathetic weakling like you couldn't hurt me," Pansy boasted jolting to her feet and crossing her arms defiantly.

"Oh can't I?" Hikage hissed, her eyes glinted and within a minute, Pansy's chair hit the floor backwards and Pansy herself was sprawled across the floor of the Great Hall, her wrists held tightly above her head and the tip of a wand pressed against her throat.

She tried to move but Hikage merely pushed her knees into the base of Pansy's ribs making her grown in pain, "Can't do anything eh? Care to rephrase that?" Pansy stared in terror at Hikage perfectly calm, possibly even slightly amused face.

"Fifty points from Slytherin, detention Miss Tsukiyamino, release Miss Parkinson immediately," McGonagall raged and Hikage casually climbed off Pansy.

"With pleasure," was her final comment and Pansy snickered.

"You've got detention," she laughed cruelly walking back to her seat, Draco too was smirking.

"And you my dear," Hikage started pocketing her wand, "are far from safe, oh and by the way," suddenly a long piece of wood appeared in Hikage's fingers and she twirled it casually, "nice wand you got here."

Pansy's eyes widened and she rummaged hastily through her robes to find that Hikage wasn't lying and was indeed holding her wand, "Give that back."

"Why wouldn't I? I have no use for it after all," she said walking menacingly towards Pansy and pressing the wand into her chest and whispering to her, "Just so you know, Mr Malfoy can't help you; the only people in this school I am remotely concerned with are Dumbledore, Harry Potter and Usagi Tsukino. Stay out of my way and everything will be very good for you," and with that she swept out of the hall.

"Hikage, that was un-called for," Usagi said to herself sadly as she watched the other leave.

The blonde girl got up and made ready to follow Hikage but thought better of it and decided to spend her time trying to wake Harry up, it was Saturday now, he'd been out since Monday, he was alive, he was still breathing but he wouldn't respond.

When she walked in Madame Pomfrey smiled weekly at her but shook her head, Usagi's bright eyes dimmed a little, but they still glittered faintly. She walked to the bed surrounded by linen drapes, she pulled the white curtains aside the see Harry lying still as ever, his chest rising occasionally, his eyes closed and looking all the more peaceful than he had in a long time.

Pulling up a small wooden chair to beside his bed she crossed her arms and laid them beside him, resting her chin on them and looking at him sadly. "What happened to you Harry? Why did this happen to you? You shouldn't have to deal with this," she trailed off as her pity swelled inside her caused her eyes to tear. She took his hand in hers and noticed the drop in temperature, "Come on Harry, you've got to wake up, you just have to."

No reaction.

"Please Harry, think of Hermione and Ron, you're a part of their family now, you can't leave them!" she pleaded as a crystal tear rolled down her cheek and fell onto the bedspread.

Still he refused to wake.

"And look at me, I barely know you and I don't want to loose you, you look like such a great person Harry, please wake up," she begged, to rivers running down her cheeks. She didn't notice the pitying glance Madame Pomfrey gave her as the nurse peeked through the small gap in the curtains, she was thankful no one else was in the ward.

His chest moved up and down but nothing else, complete indifference.

"Harry, think of Sirius if he were in your position what would he do, he wouldn't want to see you like this, come back, if not for me or anyone else, do it for him."

Her breath hitched in her throat, she found it hard to breath, he'd stopped breathing, she felt his pulse, nothing, his heart, no one beat.

"Harry come, don't you dare give up, if you do then you're nothing like the person I thought you were," she cried, taking his shoulders in her hands and shaking him slightly with much effort, he was bigger and heavier than her. "Don't you dare give up you stupid, stubborn boy come on!" she was on the brink of screaming and Madame Pomfrey hastily performed a silencing spell so the rest of the castle didn't hear.

Her tears fell heavily on his face but he still didn't wake up but Usagi didn't, Hikage never gave up, Hermione didn't, Ron didn't so neither would she and neither would Harry if she had anything to do with it.

His dark hair ruffled slightly as he fell gently into a black oblivion, he didn't need to look down to know it was endless, he just knew. His eyes were half lidded in some odd feeling of content, they were dull, pure black surrounded him; he could feel the hair tickle his face he couldn't see it. It was sort of depressing but there wasn't any noise, no disturbances at all, just pure nothing.

He wasn't Harry Potter anymore, he didn't need to be, and he must be dead by now to feel this way. Maybe he'd see Sirius again this way and he wouldn't have to worry about Voldemort o anyone else. Hermione and Ron? They'd be alright; they had each other anyway, Usagi? He didn't really know her, the world had Dumbledore anyway no one really needed him.

Still, he couldn't help but here a faint sound, he could feel pain, but it wasn't his pain, someone else's. He didn't care, he didn't want to think about it, let someone else deal with it for a change. But it wouldn't stop, determination, perseverance, why wouldn't it go away?

He threw an arm suddenly against his eyes to stop himself from being blinded; pure white light suddenly flooded the area, engulfing the black. He wanted to say 'stop' but he didn't something told him not to, he didn't know what, just something.

"Harry, can you hear me?" came a soft, elegant voice, a girl's voice, and then warmth came through him. Funny, he hadn't noticed the cold, but this was no ordinary warmth, it was loving warmth, motherly almost.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice hoarse, he didn't want to speak.

"It's time for you to wake up now Harry," said that voice again, the silhouette of a woman in a flowing robe appeared before him, but he couldn't make out a face.

"But I don't want to face that world again," he said.

"Why not?" asked she taking another few steps toward him.

"Because I don't want to feel so alone anymore, no one can replace the gap Sirius left," he replied.

"You aren't alone Harry, there's Hermione and Ron, Usagi, the Gryffindor's, the Weasley's, did you ever stop to count how many friends you have Harry?" asked she.

"No," he regretted that, he regretted not being able to say goodbye, they'd done so much for him and he didn't even say goodbye.

"You are needed Harry Potter, there are so many people counting you," she explained, she was a yard away from him now and yet he still couldn't make out her features but he did make out long silvery white hair and the golden silver crescent moon on her forehead.

"Why can't Dumbledore defeat Voldemort, who cares about a stupid prophesy anyway," he complained looking away form her but not moving otherwise.

"Your friends need you Harry, not to defeat Voldemort, they look up to you, you've done so many good things Harry Potter that you constantly overlook, don't beat yourself up over Sirius, his passing was not your doing," she reasoned.

"Do you think they could forgive me?" he asked looking up at her face where he saw warm, loving, compassionate lavender eyes, she held her arms out and embraced him.

"Oh course Harry Potter, of course," she drew away, "are you ready to leave this behind?"

He nodded resolutely; his eyes sparkled, "Absolutely."

She was screaming now, her vision blinded by her tears, he'd been dead for half an hour, "Come on you, you, don't make me use Prince Charming!" She was referring, of course, to every child's favourite Prince Charming, where true love's first kiss wins the Princess and in the case of 'Sleeping Beauty' wakes the Prince.

He took in a sudden breath, the cold air filling his lungs at an unnatural rate, his hands twitched, his eyes snapped open, ebony pupils returning to normal size, his eyes almost glowing. He sat up bolt up right and Usagi who was by now kneeling no the bed her hands still on his shoulders suddenly found her mouth connected rather clumsily to that of Harry Potter.

She drew away quickly and her eyes widened with delight and she flung her arms around him, crying tears of joy, "Oh Harry, how could even think of leaving us like that, never do that again," she cried.

Harry still slightly dazed from both the experience of the woman with the silver hair and waking up to kiss Usagi patted her awkwardly on the back. "You know what," he grinned down at her puzzled face, "if kissing you is the reception I get when I come back to life I aught to die more often."

He chuckled and she scowled jabbing him in the ribs, "Don't even joke about it mister, it isn't funny, you really had me worried," she whispered her voice weary from crying so much.

"Oh come on Usagi, its okay," he said wrapping his arms around her and working her gently.

"Promise you won't leave?" she asked looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"I promise, now all we have to do is seal it," he smirked.

"And how do you plant to do," she was cut off abruptly by Harry connecting his mouth to hers sending electric chocks through her nerves making her skin crawl and fingers tingle. Her eyes slipped shut in contentment and Harry wracked his brain to think why being in silent darkness could ever be better than this.

They drew apart gently, she smiled gently and Harry blinked as he realised how much she looked like the, the what, Angel? Hardly but still, Usagi looked so like the woman from his dream, could it really be called that?

"Usagi, can you remember your mother?" Harry asked and Usagi gasped, his eyes instantly clouded over with worry.

"Yes," she said, trance like, "yes, I can see her now," then she sort of came back to reality, but the faint golden crescent moon than shown dully on her forehead momentarily did not escape Harry's notice.

"What did you see?" he asked, noticing how she snuggled into his chest.

"She was beautiful, silver hair like mine and warm lavender eyes, she was smiling at me," Usagi smiled to herself, "but she's gone, I'll never see her again."

Harry wondered how he'd seen Usagi's mother, had he been bordering on the realm of the dead or was she alive? He didn't know and it was unlikely that he would know, at least not yet.

"After all, it would be so inconvienient."

Eh voila, I have got things plannes up to chapter 11 which pour moi c'est tres fantastique!!!

Anyway, THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT SO DO NOT JUST REVIEW READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have already planned out the entire ending, though I do not know how many chapters I've got left.

Draco x ??? :-

a. Pansy

b. Hikage

c. Hermione (NO!!!)

d. Ginny (I will hate u!)

Should Ginny be jealous w/ Usagi?

a. Yes

b. No

Bellatrix will be murdered, by whom?

a. Harry

b. Usagi

c. Hikage

Hermione's parents will be attacked by moldy Voldy should they :-

a. Die

b. Live

c. Unable to be found

PLEASE ANSWER IN REVIEWS IT IS TRES IMPORTANTE TO THE DEVELOPEMENT OF THIS STORY

(And yes I know my spelling is bad!)