Title: Moon Child

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Here comes chapter twoâ€I hope you like it. This is scarier to do than it seems.

Moon Child

Chapter 2

The night of August the fourth fund Harry sitting with his back to a tree in Little Whinging Forest, a silent tear traced it's way down his cheek as he contemplated the vista of stars.

This had become a sort of ritual since he returned to Privet Drive, every night he'd come here to mourn the loss of the only father he'd known.

Each night he'd search the sky for the Dog Star, the one named Sirius, hoping for the impossible as well as avoiding the reality. He hated the thought of what he'd done, the realisation that he should have learnt occlumancy better made his heart clench painfully. If he'd behaved like the adult he'd told Dumbledore he was he would have swallowed his pride and apologized to Snape.

If he'd behaved like an adult he would not have trespassed on his professor's privacy, he shouldn't have looked is Snape's pensive.

How many more people would have to die for him to grow up and take responsibility?

It was childish and irresponsible to go running of to the ministry like he did, not only killing Sirius but also nearly leading his friends to their deaths.

Although in the letters his friends had sent for his birthday they hadn't blamed him for nearly getting them killed he realised were the blame should lie. If he had learnt to close his mind from Voldemort then he wouldn't have been tricked into going.

With this firmly decided in his mind he made an oath to try to get along with Professor Snape, as a member of the order they'd need to learn to rely on each other. Even though he didn't deserve to be forgiven Harry wanted to apologise because knowing that the professors role in the war was very dangerous. Thinking of how dangerous it would be to spy on someone like Tom the usually dour professor deserved more thanks than was given, the order even treat the Potion's Master like a criminal.

Despite al the lives the professor saved or would save Harry doubted whether he would be thanked, even after the first war where he risked his life he was treated like dirt. After the treatment last year he now knew what it was like for everyone to treat you like that, as though you were an unpredictable, mad criminal.

Being treat with suspicion or be accused of lying with no one believing something you knew was true.

Thinking back to first year and his fight for the Philosophers stone Harry wondered how many people Snape confided his suspicions of Quirrel to, or even if he actually wasted his breath on people who wouldn't believe.

With a feeling of shame he remembered how he and Ron suspected the bitter head of Slytherin.

No, this year he'd learn from his mistakes.

Already he'd began studying for the beginning of his sixth year, even to the extent where he'd revised all previous years work and read through the books he'd borrowed from Tonks.

Not knowing his OWL results he'd had to get books that were set during her years at Hogwarts.

It felt good to be prepared for what the next year might hold for him, Harry also promised not to take his education for granted like previous years, he wanted to get good employment in the wizarding world based on his skill rather than fame.

This last thought drained the last of his strength so Harry lay on the soft loam, all his thoughts drifting to the heavens and, he hoped the ears of any god willing to show mercy. Wanting with every breath to be with his family in the next world he knew with a certainty, that as long as one Tom Riddle remained on this earth so would he.

The pregnant moon hung in the sky casting her silver magic on those few who still beheld her splendors; the night was shrouded in silence as though awaiting the fruits of her labour.

Staring up at Artemis' orb Harry didn't hear the approach of the silent predator, although even if he had been listening he would have barely noticed the brush of fur against the leaves. The creature that stealthily moved towards the clearing where Harry lay was a wolf, one that had been hunting all night and had finally caught its prey. This wolf was no ordinary wolf. It was a werewolf. After a long night of tracking the young flesh it was salivating in anticipation. It would be a great victim for it's last full moon and the need to pass on the curse was becoming greater than ever.

As the wolf crept closer Harry finally noticed the feeling of eyes at his back.

Slowly looking around he saw two amber eyes staring out fro under the ferns.

The hairs starting to rise on the back of his neck he instantly recognized the werewolf for what it was and slowly got to his feet.

Trying not to attract its attention he started to back away form the clearing, praying that the wolf wouldn't jump.

Adrenelin surging the wolf couldn't wait much longer as it could almost taste the young ones fears as it danced between them, so with the child's scent teasing it's senses he let out a rumbling growl.

Noting the child was almost frozen in mindless terror he leapt forwards, only changing it's aim with the child's attempt to run.

Following the blazing trail the boy was leaving it didn't take him long before his teeth were biting into soft flesh.

As the moon looked serenely on a shrill cry of the newborn werewolf wrenched the midnight air.

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