Okay, here I am! I bring tidings of happiness and... the fourth chapter of this story. I'm going to go ahead and give you guys a fair warning: I'm not completly done with the fifth chapter and I haven't even started on the sixth yet, and school is starting again soon depressed sigh so I don't know how frequent the updates are going to be. But I Hope (-winks at Lilolu mischeviously- You'll catch that hint when you read this, I Hope, Lilolu. Hey, another hint! okay, I'll shut up now) that what happens in this chapter will make up for any future hatred you may have for me about not updating. So, now for my author's response!

Lilolu: That's right, Sirius, I'll steal you away on the weekends if you tell anyone what Lu told you. Remus: She's not lying. Me: Hush you, this is my story! Bad muse... Remus: -grumbles softly in the background- Me: Anyway, like I was saying, TELL NO ONE, SIRIUS! If you blab, you shall never see Lu again and the next time you wake up, you'll have braces. Lu got the better deal because she's loved you longer and I love Remus more than you because he's a gentleman! Sorry if it was too short for you, Lu, but I loved the long review! I'll try to review more of your stories later on, pinky swear.

animechick: Wow, thanks for the enthusastic(I don't know how to spell that) support. I wish I had more reviewers like you. Yes, I think I would like to be a writer when I grow up into a grown-up version of myself. That might be interesting. If I need help again, you'll be one of the people on the top of my list, promise. And yes, I do have MSN messenger. If you would like my address (which I'm not going to give out here because I don't want a stalker. No offense meant to anyone, of course) just email me at DoYouDreamOfMesunrise-sunset.com and I'll let you know what it is. -blushes- I'm brilliant? Really? Thanks. Hope to hear more from you in the future. You can do wonders for my confidence level.

mercurialgreen: I can always count on a reivew from you. Thanks for being loyal. Yes, I am a mean person. I abuse my muses and everything. Remus: I can vouche for that. Me: Shush your mouth! I'm trying to talk here! Well, you just saw it first hand. I Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Apple Blosom: Mmmmmaybe! I can't tell you if you're right without spoiling something for the other readers, so I'll just not comment on that. Guess away, mon ami! It's fun to see what other people think about what I write. People should take your advice if they ask for it. And you give good advice (from what you've advised to me so far) or so I think, so they should really take it. Hi, K'van! Nice name! I have no clue who K'van is, but I'm still saying hi. I'm a ditz. -waves cheerfully to K'van-

That's done and I've stopped handing out hints left and right. Of course, no one may know what I'm talking about, but you'll find out soon. Just keep in mind that through the whole mess of me rambling through my responses up there , I made no typos that I'm aware of. Everything was capatalized like it was supposed to be. Well, now, as you know, I own no one, no place, no name, nothing, from the Harry Potter books. Those belong to J.K. Rowling who is extremly brilliant and must be extremly rich. I envy her. Oh, and while I'm thinking about it, I shall beg now. Please, people, I'm begging you to r/r for my other story. I'm not getting very good feedback from it and I'm starting to worry about it. There ARE gay peole in it and if that offends you, just ignore what I just said about r/r- ing for it. But please, if you don't have a problem with some of the Marauders being gay, read the story and tell me what you think. As the Mayor of Halloween Town (from Nightmare Before Christmas. I DON'T OWN THAT, EITHER! pouts) would say: "Jack! I'm only an elected offical! I can't make decisions by myself!" ...what that has to do with anything that I previously said, I have no clue. If you can make a connection, let me know, and I'll do you a favor of your choice. Now, on with the story!!!!!!!

Meet the Moons

Vampires. He was standing in a room full of what just had to be vampires. No normal people were that pale. Normal people's eyes didn't have that strange look to them. These had to be vampires. Yes, they just had to be. From what all of the Defense Against Dark Arts teachers had said about these night creatures, Harry was scared senseless. He grasped his wand tighter. They wouldn't suck his blood, not without a fight!

"Calm down, Master Potter," said a male vampire on his right. Harry wheeled to face him, his wand still at the ready. The vampire was leaned against a large boulder, watching Harry with an amused expression on his face. He brushed a strand of dark brown hair from his eyes then smiled at Harry. His teeth were completly normal. But wasn't he a vampire? Was this some kind of trick? What was going on here? "We mean you no harm. You are a guest here. Claudette, get Master Potter something to drink."

A young woman, looking to be in her early twenties, with curly blonde hair walked over to Harry with a solid gold goblet. She gently handed it to Harry, curtsied, then walked over to the brown-haired vampire, leaning at his side.

"Drink, Master Potter," the brown-haired vampire whispered. " 'Tis not poison."

Harry looked down into the goblet. Whatever was in it was a red color. He half expected it to be blood. The other vampires were watching him intently. Carefully, he lifted the goblet to his lips and took a sip. It was wine! Sweet, sweet wine.

"Do you find it to your liking?" This brown-haired vampire seemed to be in charge here. Maybe he could tell Harry where he was and why.

"Why am I here," Harry asked after he finished off the wine in the goblet. "And where is the person I came with?"

"You are here, Master Potter, because you are in need of protection," said the brown-haired vampire, his tone light and slightly bored.

"I don't need any protection," Harry argued.

"Yes, young boy, you do." The brown-haired vampire smiled at him slightly. "We should not start off on the wrong foot. I am Gabriel." The vampire then bowed deeply to Harry, coming up elegantly.

"And I am Claudette," said the blonde vampire. She did another neat curtsy and smiled sweetly. One by one, the other vampires around the room began to introduce themselves. There was thirteen of them in all.

"Where is the person in the hood," questioned Harry. "The person who brought me here."

"I am over here, Master Potter," said that familiar voice from behind him. He spun around to see a young woman, no taller than he, and a large, muscular young man.

"You," asked Harry, approaching the young woman. "You? You're the one underneath the hood?"

The young woman nodded and unclasped the cape. It fell heavily behind her. Underneath it, she was wearing a black leather body suit. Heeled boots adorned her feet, making her a few inches taller. In a flourish, she swept her long raven hair back and bowed deeply to Harry.

"Welcome, Master Potter," she said, standing straight again. "You now gaze upon the last remaining members of the Moon family. Behind me you see my brother Darien--"

The large and muscled young man bowed to Harry. He swept his black hair from his face then smiled ever-so-slightly.

"--And I am Hope." The young woman swept her cold blue eyes around the room the back to Harry. "I hope we have not frightened you."

"You're all vampires then," he asked. A shout of laughter rang out from everyone in the room, except Harry.

"No, Master Potter," said Gabriel. "Not vampires. Halfbreeds. We are half vampire, half wizard. Scum of the world, so to speak." Well, that explained how Hope could use a wand.

"Why am I here," he asked once more. He wanted straight answers and he wanted them now.

"You are here, Master Potter, because of some events that happened two nights ago that should have never happened," said Hope.

He knew it. The Dursleys never should have died. He should have been there to stand up for them. He at least owed them that after all the years they. . .well, they had put a roof over his head, hadn't they? It was all Harry could do to keep from dropping to his knees and crying out in pain. He had never thought the loss of the Dursleys would be this painful.

"Do not go blaming yourself for the loss of your relatives, Master Potter," said Claudette. "That was not your fault. The Death Eaters that you saw should have never been there."

"Then what were they doing there," Harry demanded. Why would no one give him a straight answer around here?!

"We cannot answer that at this time," said Hope.

"What?! What do you mean, you can't answer me," yelled Harry, his voice growing louder. He was going to have his answers if he had anything to say about it. "I have the right to know! It was my family that died that night! You can very well answer me!"

"Calm down, Master Potter," soothed a redheaded vampire known as Sherry. "You will know when the time is right."

"I WANT TO KNOW NOW!" Harry was yelling at the top of his voice.

"Stop that yelling, Master Potter," Hope said. Her voice was calm but there was a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"TELL ME WHY INNOCENT MUGGLES HAD TO DIE THAT NIGHT! TELL ME NOW! I WANT TO KNOW!"

Hope opened her mouth again to say something, most likely to tell him to stop yelling. Harry would have none of it. He raised his wand again, intent on yelling that if she didn't tell him what he wanted to know, he'd jinx her into next week. The vampires tensed around him. He knew they would attack him if he jinxed Hope. The air in the stone cavern was full of anticipation. Each was awaiting the other's next move. But no one ever found out what was going to happen next.

Something big, black and furry flew through the air at that moment. Harry was knocked to his back, the black beast standing protectively in front of him. Fercious growling was being emitted from it's throat. Harry's wand backfired, sending sparks flying to the ceiling and knocking down a few rocks. All of this happened in a matter of seconds.

"Back off, beast," growled Hope, her wand pointed at the black creature. Harry adjusted his glasses and looked in front of him, hoping it was who he thought it was. Sirius! It was Sirius, disguised as a dog, standing between him and Hope.

"You back off, lady," Harry yelled, raising his own wand which, surpisingly, wasn't broken.

"Master Potter, put down the wand," implored Gabriel. "We do not want anyone to get hurt here."

"I am warning you for the last time to back off," Hope said to the huge black dog. "All right, Sirius, you leave me no choice."

She raised her wand to attack and shouted out a hex. Harry, with no regard for his own safety, shoved Sirius aside, taking the full brunt of the curse. The world blacked out around him, just in time for him to hear the shouts coming from every person in the room. Darkness swallowed him. He felt as if he were floating in a dark ocean and he was sinking deeper each minute. Would he ever get out again?

To Be Continued...

I have the sudden urge to send Harry into a coma. Who's with me?! Review and tell me what you think!