Legend of The Blood Moon

Chapter Summary: Luna has her real first experience as an Auror. Will she survive it? Plus, Snape and Hermione make their first appearance.

Rating: R

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Woo! As you can see, the rating has been pushed up to R for some graphic stuff.


Chapter Three - Things That Go Bump In The Night

The only light in the small bedroom that night was coming from the moon. Nine-year-old Nicholas Miller quietly sat on his bed and watched the thin clouds move over it. It would be full in a matter of days and Nicholas knew there were many things to finish.

He knew the lunar phases by heart, not because he was into astronomy, but because his father, Charles, was a werewolf. Since his mother had died several years before, Nicholas had taken it upon himself to care for his father, which was never an easy task.

Even though most prejudices and laws against werewolves had been abolished, there were still roadblocks for anyone that was a lycan. The Wolfsbane potion was a luxury that Charles couldn't afford for the longest time, since he was nothing more than a poor farmer.

But luck would shine down on Nicholas and his father. They found an ad in the Daily Prophet one morning, asking for a rare plant that they knew grew near their farm. They answered the ad only to find out that one Professor Severus Snape had placed it.

Charles was overjoyed by this fact since it was common knowledge that Snape was one of the few that'd mastered the art of making the Wolfsbane potion. The two men struck up a deal; Charles would give Snape the plant for a month's supply of potion and Snape happily accepted the offer since he was in desperate need of the plant.

Once a month, just days before the full moon, Charles would go to the small wooded area and pick the plant. That was where he was that night as his son watched for him out his bedroom window.

It was getting late though and Nicholas had yet to see his father emerge. The young boy thought that perhaps his father had came around the front and was already in the house. He figured he'd come and check on him soon so Nicholas left his spot at the window and climbed into his small bed.

He waited, for what seemed like hours, before he heard a loud thumping noise coming from the hallway. Nicholas figured it was his father and didn't move to check on it. Instead, he lay still in his bed and waited.

The door finally creaked open and he smiled but the smile faded when he heard an odd scratching on the floor, followed by ragged breathing.

Nicholas sat up in bed and was greeted by a pair of yellow eyes. He felt his bottom lip quiver as the creature let out a low growl. Nicholas squinted to see what it was but the darkness wouldn't allow him but when the creature stepped into the moonlight, Nicholas gasped.

"It can't be," he sobbed.

The creature growled and showed its fangs before jumping onto Nicholas and pushing him down onto the bed. Nicholas screamed out in pain when the creature's fangs pierced the delicate skin of his neck.

He tried to scream again but the blood, his own blood, choked him. He coughed and grabbed the creature's fur as everything around him went black.


The Aurors office was quiet that early morning day. Luna sat in her cubicle, sighing from the boredom that had possessed her body. Today was her first day as an official Auror and it was anything but exciting.

Harry had been right and she'd placed on his team, which wasn't as great as she thought it would be. She knew she was on a good team but Harry and her had hardly spoken since they kissed in the Leaky Cauldron. And Luna didn't know if it was because she was a bad kisser or if he'd been too drunk to remember.

Or maybe Morgan was right and she was paranoid. She knew that Harry had been busy with Ron over the past week and maybe that was the reason he really hadn't been speaking to her.

"A sickle for your thoughts," came his voice.

Luna peered around the corner of her cubicle and gave Harry a placid smile. She didn't really know what to say to him but knew she wanted to know if he liked her or not.

"I was just wondering if it's always this boring here," she said, looking around the office.

Harry let out a small laugh. "Sometimes," he stated. "We can go hours or days without seeing any action. It's pretty hit and miss at times. I should have warned you about it. That way you could've brought along a book to read or something to do."

"It's all right," smiled Luna, her eyes looking around the office. She knew this was her chance and she mustn't let it pass. "Say, are you doing anything for lunch?"

Harry raised his eyebrows in thought. "No, why?"

Luna nervously pulled at her black Auror robes. "I was wondering if maybe you'd have lunch with me. I have some things to discuss with you," she said, hoping he wouldn't press her as to what she wanted to talk about.

"Sure," he said, a smile playing at his lips.

"Great," said Luna, relief running over her. She then smiled at him again before disappearing into her cubicle.


The sun was scorching that morning, even though it was mid-September. Morgan slowly walked through the open field as the sun burnt her face and made her dark robes hotter than they normally were. She squinted against the sun and growled at a small goat that insisted on following her.

"Go away!" she hissed at the creature.

The goat looked up at her and let out a terrible sound. Morgan rolled her eyes and looked around, wondering where Remus was and why he'd insisted on tagging along.

The following day was the full moon and it was obvious that Remus was already feeling its effects. Not only was he being moody, he looked extremely tired and was almost useless to any of them. But no one in the office had enough nerve to tell him that.

"Are you from the Ministry?"

Morgan turned around and saw an older woman standing there. "Yes," said Morgan. "Were you the one that floo called us?"

The old woman nodded her head. "I called because there's been a pack of wild dogs wandering around for the past week," she explained, gesturing toward the open field. "They've killed some of our livestock and we're worried that our children will be next."

Morgan nodded and pulled out a small notebook. She jotted down what the woman had told her before asking, "Can you describe these dogs? Are they big or small?"

"They'd have to be pretty big to kill our cattle, don't you think?" she sniffed. "Are you sure you're from the Ministry?"

"I'm sure," muttered Morgan as she wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead. "Has it rained here lately?"

The woman nodded. "Yesterday afternoon it did. Not enough to sustain our pumpkin patches though," she quietly said. "Those dogs have destroyed most of our crops by walking through them. It's going to be a long winter for most of us."

Morgan could only nod before she looked around the open field. She saw a red house, sitting by itself, near a hill. "Does anyone live in that house over there?" she asked, turning to look at the woman again.

"Oh yes! Charles Miller and his young son Nicholas, but I haven't seen them for a few days. I think they might be on holiday," the woman said.

"And who owns this field and that wooded area over there?" asked Morgan, brushed a strand of hair off her sweaty face.

"Charles does," answered the woman.

"And when's the last time you saw these dogs?"

"Last night," nodded the woman before she turned toward her house. "Are you done questioning me? I have some canning to finish."

"Yeah. Thanks for the help," said Morgan. The woman nodded and hobbled back to her house.

Morgan turned her attention to the wooded area and decided to go over there. If it had just rained, there was a good chance that whatever was killing the farmers' livestock would have left some tracks. Yet, when she got there, all she could see was shoe prints.

"Finding anything?" asked Remus, stepping up behind her.

Morgan looked at him as he wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief. "No. The woman that lives over there said it was a pack of wild dogs but I can't find any tracks, yet she claims they were here last night, after it rained," she said, standing up straight.

"Who owns this land?" asked Remus before adding, "And why is it so bloody hot?"

"Charles Miller. He lives in the house over there," said Morgan, pointing toward the red house. "But the woman said he isn't home."

"Oh. Well, we can still look, can't we?" asked Remus, turning toward the house.

"I guess," said Morgan, following him.

The house was at least fifty yards from them and they spent the walk in complete silence. When they arrived in the backyard, a smell overwhelmed the both of them.

"What is that?" asked Morgan, trying not to gag.

It smelled like blood and something rotting.

"I have no clue," said Remus, wrinkling his nose. He noticed that one of the back windows was broken. "I'm thinking that something bad happened here. You know what to do."

Morgan sighed. It was Ministry policy that if anyone, that wasn't an Auror, came upon what they felt was a dangerous situation; they were to summon an Auror right away. She pulled her wand out and quickly did the summoning charm.

She didn't like having to call the Aurors. She always felt she was capable of taking care of herself but the policy stood and she had no choice in the matter so she calmly sat down on the back steps and waited.


Luna was in the middle of doing the crossword puzzle in the Daily Prophet when her wand started to vibrate within its holder. She quickly pulled it out, excited to have her first call, and pointed it at her desk.

The wand stopped vibrating and wrote out an address and who had called for it. Luna was even more excited to see it was Morgan.

"Ready for your first assignment?" asked Tonks as she walked up to Harry and Luna. Both of them nodded and stood. "Well, lets go then."

The three of them Disapparted to the small farm and when they arrived, they saw Morgan and Remus standing there.

"What's going on?" asked Tonks.

"Better question: What is that smell?" gagged Harry.

"No clue," shrugged Morgan, "but we need to get into the house."

"Right," said Tonks, turning to Luna. "You can lead us in."

"Me?" stammered Luna. She wasn't sure about leading on her first day.

"No time than the present to learn," stated Tonks, smiling.

"Less talking and more getting us in the house!" snapped Morgan, who was getting more, agitated by the second from the smell and heat.

Luna flinched at her friend's outburst and quickly cleared her throat. She waved for all of them to follow her. She placed her hand on the doorknob and was relieved that it opened right away for she didn't want to have to bother with unlocking charms.

She stepped into the house and quickly covered her mouth and nose when the strong smell hit her. "What is that smell?" she asked, ushering the rest of them in.

"Let's split up," said Remus. "Morgan and I will take the kitchen. Harry and Luna, you two can take the rest of the downstairs and we'll move upstairs from there."

"And I'll check around outside," said Tonks before exiting the house.

Harry and Luna carefully stepped into the house's living room but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. There was no signs of a struggle or use of magic.

Morgan and Remus, on the other hand, had better luck in the kitchen. On the floor, were several animal tracks, most of them freshly made

"What kind of tracks are those?" asked Remus as Morgan crouched down on the floor.

She pulled out a small book and laid it out on the floor. She carefully turned the pages, which was filled with different types of animal tracks. "I don't know," she muttered.

Remus looked around and noticed small red spots on the other end of the kitchen. He went over to them and ran his finger through them. "It's blood," he said, looking over at Morgan.

"Remus," she quietly said. "I found what sort of creature these tracks belong too."

"And?"

"You better come look," she said, looking over at him.

Remus didn't like the look on her face so he quickly stepped over to her. He looked down at the page her book was turned too and quickly shook his head.

"That's impossible," he said. "Those tracks are fresh and the full moon is tomorrow night. There is no way a werewolf could make those."

"Right," said Morgan, nodding her head. She stood from the floor and eyed the tracks. "Then what made them?"

"I don't know. Maybe we should follow them out though," said Remus, pointing at how the tracks left the kitchen.

Morgan nodded and followed him out of the kitchen, where they bumped into Luna and Harry.

"Any luck?" asked Harry.

"We have some tracks," explained Remus. "It looks like they go upstairs. We'll need one of you to come with us."

"Luna can," said Harry. Luna glared at him. "It'll be good experience for you. I'll stay down here and look through the study we found."

Luna sighed and muttered, "Fine." before leading Morgan and Remus upstairs.

The tracks led them to the third floor and eventually to a bedroom. They stopped by a closet door and then started again before going to a window.

Remus walked over to the window and looked out it. "There's no way anything normal could survive jumping from this height," he assured.

Luna turned toward the closet door and looked at it. "Well, we do know it stopped here before going over to the window. Maybe our answer is in here," she said, pulling the door open.

Her screams could be heard all the way downstairs as a body of a man tumbled out and fell on her. "Get it off me!" she screamed.

Morgan ran forward and tried to get the body off her friend, but ended up slipping on a pool of blood.

Remus turned from the window and went over to them. He helped Luna up first and then slipped his arms around Morgan's waist and helped her up.

"All right, Morgan?" he asked.

"I guess we found our smell," said Morgan, covering her nose.

Luna, on the other hand, was too busy crying to notice anything. "Merlin! What in the bloody hell did that to him?" she sobbed.

Morgan grabbed her and pulled her away as Remus stepped to the body and looked at it. Most of the man's flesh was missing and his throat had been ripped open. The scratches and teeth marks were consistent with a wolf or a werewolf.

"What happened?" asked Harry as he ran into the room, his wand drawn.

"We found a body," said Morgan, who was trying to calm Luna.

Harry looked at the body and shuddered. "What happened to it?" he asked.

"I don't know," said Remus, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Who owns this house again?"

"Charles Miller," said Morgan as Luna finally pulled away from her.

"I'm going to check some things out at the Ministry," stated Remus. "Have Tonks take some samples of the blood we found in the kitchen."

"All right," said Morgan before Remus Disapparted.


After he left, Harry and Morgan pulled Luna from the room and closed the door behind them. Harry then held up some parchment and said, "I found some papers that look like some sort of contact between Severus Snape and Charles Miller."

"Snape?" asked Morgan, furrowing her brow.

"Think we should go and have a little chat with him?" asked Harry.

"Only if you lot aren't going there to bully him," stated Luna, who was finally getting over her shock of finding the body.

"We wouldn't think of it," smiled Harry.

After informing Tonks of Remus' instructions, Harry, Luna and Morgan headed to Hogwarts to speak with Snape. They were amazed at how different the school seemed now that they were no longer students.

Most of the students knew who Harry was since he was pretty famous. Some of them even stopped and asked him for his autograph, which made Luna and Morgan laugh and Harry blush.

When they finally arrived in the dungeons, a few of the Slytherin students sneered at Harry. He just rolled his eyes at them and led Luna and Morgan to Snape's office, where he knocked on the large wooden door.

"Harry!" cried Hermione, who was wearing gold Gryffindor robes, when she opened the door. She stepped forward to give him a hug but Harry stepped away from her.

"Is Professor Snape in?" he asked. "We're here on official Ministry business."

Hermione furrowed her brow and glanced into the office. "What's going on?" she asked them.

"It's something we need to discuss with Professor Snape," stated Morgan, crossing her arms. "Is he in or not?"

"Right this way," said a defeat Hermione, ushering them into the office. "Severus? There are some people from the Ministry here to see you."

Snape stepped out of another room and eyed the three of them. He then gave them a crooked smile before sitting behind his desk. "Please, have a seat," he said.

The three of them sat down as Hermione went to the door. "I'll be in my office if you need me," she told Snape.

"Wait," said Snape. Hermione stopped in the doorway. "Stay. Whatever they have to say to me, they can say around you also."

"Right," said Hermione, stepping back into the room. She sat down on the couch and listened.

"We're here to see if you know a man by the name of Charles Miller," started Harry, placing the contracts he'd fun in Charle's office, on Snape's desk.

Snape picked them up and looked them over. "Mr. Miller and I had some business dealings," he merely stated.

"What kind of business?" asked Morgan.

Snape let his black eyes fall on her. "Miss Davis, right?" he sniffed. "My business with Mr. Miller is none of your concern."

"It is when we find dead bodies in his house!" said Morgan, narrowing her eyes at him.

Snape nodded and ran his fingers over the contracts. "Mr. Miller had access to a plant I needed for some of my potions and we made a deal. He would give the plants in exchange for some Wolfsbane potion," he said.

Harry glanced at Luna and Morgan. "He was a werewolf?" he asked, looking at Snape.

"Nothing gets pass you, does it Potter?" hissed Snape. "Yes, he was a werewolf."

Morgan tugged on Harry's arm and motioned toward the door. "I think we have all the information we need, professor," she said, standing.

"What are doing?" whispered Harry as he stood.

"I'll explain later," said Morgan, taking his arm.

Luna gave Hermione and Snape a small smile before leaving the office with Harry and Morgan.

"What's going on?" demanded Harry, once they were out of the dungeons. "Why did you end the questioning? He might have known something!"

Morgan stopped walking and looked at him. "I said I would explain later and I will!" she snapped.

"I want to know now! This is an Auror matter and you have no right to end my questioning!" cried Harry, running to catch up with her.

"It's not your investigation, Harry! I was there before you so it's mine!" yelled Morgan before she left for Hogsmeade.

Harry shook his head in disbelief and looked over at Luna. "Does she always act this way?" he asked as they started to make their way to Hogsmeade.

Luna could only shrug. She didn't quite know what had gotten into Morgan.

When they arrived back at the Ministry, Harry stalked through the hallways and went back to the main Auror office. Morgan was there, speaking with Tonks.

"Going to tell me now?" he asked.

Morgan motioned for him to sit down. "We found werewolf tracks in the kitchen. And the blood on the floor wasn't from a human," she said.

"How can that be?" asked Luna, furrowing her brow. "Tomorrow is the full moon and those tracks were fresh."

"I don't know," said Morgan as she sat down. "We need a fresh blood sample from a werewolf to compare it too."

"Can't you just take the blood from someone that's a werewolf before they transform?" asked Luna as she sat next to Morgan.

"It has to be taken right after the transformation," explained Morgan. "We just need to find a werewolf."

"How about Remus?" asked Harry.

"He wouldn't go for that, would he?" asked Luna, looking at Harry and Morgan.

"Guess we'll have to ask him," said Morgan, standing up.

Harry nodded and followed Morgan out of the Auror office, while Luna began to wonder what they were getting themselves into.

Coming Soon: Morgan and Remus fight. The full moon arrives and Harry and Luna share another kiss, while Morgan accidentally puts their lives in danger.