Disclaimer – None of these characters, for that you must the thank the ever fabulous J.K. Rowling, who created my precious Harry – Dan!

Chapter 1 – Remembrance

Harry stepped out of the house on number 2 Private Drive. It looked just like every other house down either side of the lane. He had to get out, get away from Dudley and his Aunt and Uncle. They just couldn't accept the fact that no one wanted him this summer. He had to stay with the Dursley's until school started up again. Of course they hated Harry even more than ever because he told them about Voldemort. They were so scared of Harry, they wouldn't talk to him and they gave him whatever he wanted just as long as he didn't come near them. This was fine for the first week or two, Harry was livin' the life. But he felt like some kind of escapee, he felt like a criminal in his own home.

He headed off down the road. He thought about what happened last year. Voldemort had used him, used him in his vulnerable state. He lured him to the M.O.M. where the person he cared for most in the world…. died. Tears started to well up in his eyes. No he thought not here. You've been doing so good don't show them. Don't let anyone know that could use this against you. Too late he started to break down, right in the middle of the road. Why, why couldn't I just listen to Snape? I would have saved Sirius, I would have never drug my friends to the M.O.M. I'm so sorry Sirius. He couldn't hold back any longer, he lost it. He was shaking, balling, and he felt he was about to lose his very small breakfast.

He got control of himself after about ten minutes. He stood up, still shaking, and looked around. Some of Dudley's friends were staring at him. The neighbors were all staring. He looked back to see Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon step out of the house. Mrs. Figg made her way slowly towards Harry, thinking she knew why he was crying in the middle of the road. No one knew though, Harry didn't like to parade around and tell people who wouldn't care that Sirius had died because of … him… He got up and looked around. All the people, as he turned they started to blur, No…Sirius, he thought. They were not noticeable any more. All he could see was Sirius getting hit with that red light and falling through the veil. "SIRIUS!" It came out of Harry's mouth without him even knowing. It came to fast.

Mrs. Figg made her way towards him. She put her hand on his shoulder. Then she spoke as if almost in a whisper. "Sirius, my dear? Oh, my dear boy. Come to my hou…" She wasn't able to finish her sentence, Harry had brushed off her hand and went running down the road. Mrs. Figg had tears in her eyes. "All right shows over go home." No one moved. Someone spoke up, the nosey little… "Who's Sirius?" Mrs. Figg was furious, "ARE YOU ALL DEAF I SAID GO HOME!" Harry heard her yell but didn't turn to look back, he learned never to look back. He didn't even know where he was going. After awhile he stopped and sat down because his chest hurt. He put his head in his hands the instant he sat down. He sat there and listened to his breathing slow down, unaware that he was being watched. He looked up to see the same exact spot where he had seen Sirius for the first time. He remembered how scared he was, I was so stupid, he wouldn't hurt anybody. He felt it, he felt that gut feeling. No not again…Tears started to well up in his eyes again. He put his face in his hands. The feeling in his stomach wouldn't go away, then he felt it, that awful feeling. Before he knew it his breakfast was in front of him.

He heard someone come up behind him and sit down. He then felt that person's arms snake around him in a warm loving hug. He moved his hands from his face and wrapped them around the person. He didn't know who it was but they seemed friendly, as though he knew them. He took a deep breath and smelled the sweet smell of the loving person. He could feel their soft hair on his cheek. He lost it again, he was shaking and cried in that person's arms forever. He could feel the person rubbing his back. Then he spilled everything he felt. "It was my fault. If I had listened to Dumbledore or Snape he would still be here. If I wasn't so determined to see what was behind the door. If I just blocked the dreams. Why do I have to be so STUPID? I was supposed to live with him, but I let Peter get away. I should have spent more time with him, sent him more letters. He was locked in Azkaban for years." He had kept this locked up inside for so long. The person spoke in a sweet friendly voice. "It's not your fault, you could tell you spent enough time with him. He was like your dad; you could tell by the way he smiled when he was around you."

Harry recognized that voice, the sweet slow dreamy voice. He let go of her and looked into her eyes. "Luna? How…when did you get here." She just smiled and answered, "Dad didn't like the fact that there is a war going on so we moved to the muggle world. Plus he likes the idea of printing their freaky way of living in the Quibbler. It's not your fault I can't believe your blaming yourself." Harry slowly started to stop shaking. "But it was my fault, if I would have lis…" Luna cut Harry off short. "Harry, it's not your fault. Have you been beating yourself up over this, Harry it's your fault. These things happen, it's not healthy Harry." "But it's my fault, if I wasn't so retarded he'd be here right now. I loved him, he was the closet thing I had to family." "You have me…" Luna gave Harry a faint smile.

Harry smiled. Luna slowly reached her hand up and wiped the tears still on his face. Her hand was soft and caring. He decided to get his mind off Sirius, "So have you heard anything since you moved? See anybody?" He asked. Luna's smile faded a little, "No we moved as soon as I got home from Hogwarts. I shouldn't have told dad what happened." She saw his face, the happiness slowly stared to fade. "It wasn't your fault. Like I told you before we left, we will see them again, you heard them, behind the veil."

"So, you haven't heard anything?" Harry asked hopefully.

"You mean Hermione and Ron don't you?"

"Yes…"

"Sorry…no…"

"Why can't they write to me, are they scared? Last year they didn't write to much either. Are they scared of Voldemort?"

"I don't know…maybe the order won't let them. Maybe they'll come whisk you away like they did last year…" Luna looked almost sad.

"If they did…I wouldn't let them leave without you. You need protecting as much as me. He saw you, everyone is probably just trying to lay low because Voldemort and the Death Eaters know who all was there in the M.O.M last year."

"Probably…"

Harry and Luna sat there in awkward silence. Then Harry cleared his throat and stood up. He turned and offered Luna his hand. With a smile she accepted it and was lifted off the ground. "Can I walk you home?" Luna looked at him strangely with those big eyes. Her eye's that made you feel as though she was staring at you. "I mean just to see where you live so we can hang out sometime." She smiled again then answered, "Okay, sure, thanks." They started off unaware that their hands were still in the others. When they finally noticed they instantly dropped there grips and moved an inch away from each other.

When they ended up at Luna's doorstep Harry muttered, "Number 24 Private Drive…Private Drive, That's my street. You live like 20 blocks away." Luna smiled, "I know..." and with that she turned and walked into her house. But before closing the door, "Thanks, see you soon…" She closed the door ever so lightly and left Harry standing there baffled. He then slowly made his way home, dreading what may happen when he walked through the door…