Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the creator and owner of all characters and settings in her Harry Potter series. All other characters and settings mentioned in the following story are mine.

A/N : Hello Readers! Some of you may be waiting for the next chapter of Transcending the Dark but . . . i've run into some trouble with that plotline.I have a huge case of writers block when it comes to TTD at the moment, so i'm very sorry to keep everyone waiting but my brain refuses to give me more ideas for my baby. It's so sad . . . but then this plot jumped into my head and decided to slam a hammer against my brain until i caved in and started writing it. It is a little more organized then TTD and i can see a lot further into this fics future.

But never fear! At this time i'm trying to get my head around writing the scene after Harry's daring escape from the Deatheaters in TTD. It involves a very creepy old guy and Remus absailing. Many of you are starting to get titchy at me about Sanctuary. I had a HUGE review from Saeton explaining his ideas about Sanctuary - put all my ideas to shame it did. Nice work Saeton - i'll try to get the next chap out soon. :)

Also thankyou Zaxxon if you are reading this.I never realised that fanfiction net was taking out my dividers. Thankyou for the heads up:)

One last thing before i start the story: i am currently looking for a beat for my fan fictions. preferably with experience in lengthy fics of the Potterverse variety.I will eventually be wrting a slash piece (Not this story) so if you are uncomfortable with slash i may not be the perfect person to work with. applicants must have excellant grammer and spelling because i wouldn't know grammer if it bit me on the arse. i would also like to run ideas by my beta from time to time over the fics i am writing. If you are interested in becoming my betaor know someone who is, please e-mail me. My e-mail is on my username.

Now that that's out of the way, may i present to you:

The Emerald Dawn

Chapter One

Waking From Dreams

The harsh desert winds sent sand spraying across the hot bare earth. The sun beat down unforgivably on the barren land. The winds spoke of Kings long dead, and battles long fought. The only being in hundreds of miles was a teenage boy, who made his way slowly through the desert leading a black stallion behind him. The wind whipped at the burnoose that protected his body from the sun. Determined emerald green eyes were the only thing visible under his hood, the rest of his face masked by a bandanna pulled up over his mouth and nose, lest he choke from the sand.

A city of white stone rose before him as he led the skittish animal closer to their destination. Quickly tethering the horse to an old and wasted tree, the boy entered the eerie calm of the city. He made his way through the old, deserted labyrinth of walkways and tiny streets, his fingers brushing against the city's inscribed walls, tracing the outline of a language long forgotten but for a few chosen by destiny.

Finally he reached the old temple standing still and quiet in the centre of the once thriving city, now only inhabited by the spirits of those long dead. As he entered the halls of the temple he slowly lowered his hood and yanked down the bandanna, running a hand through wild raven locks to rid himself of the sand that had crept under his hood.

A shiver ran over the youths face and he touched the hilt of the sword at his waist, as if reassuring himself that the weapon was there if he had need of it. Starting forward he made his way into the temple, footsteps echoing down the hallways where no man had set foot for over a millennia. Stopping, he carefully took a torch from the wall and cupped his hand over it for a moment, closing his eyes. He pulled his hand away quickly as the end of the torch burst into flame. Turning back to the unknown darkness of the inner temple, he continued on his way, fresh determination in his eyes . . .

Harry awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright and gasping for breath. He swallowed as his heart rate returned slowly to normal and he ran a hand through his dark as midnight hair. Slowly he swung his legs out of bed and walked to the window, pulling back the curtain and opening it to admit the cool night air into the small and stuffy bedroom he occupied on number 4 Privit Drive.

Finally feeling somewhat normal, Harry went to his desk and rummaged through the heaps of parchment and muggle notebooks that littered both the desk and the floor. Some of the mess were letters from his friends, and homework he had slaved over for the first two weeks of the holidays. The majority of the mass of paper and parchment however, were sketch after sketch of the strange symbols that lined the walls of the city in his dreams. He didn't know why but the dreams disturbed him slightly. He would wake up after each dream with the hair on the back of his neck prickling and his body drenched in a cold sweat. And whenever he could escape the dreams of the city, he would find himself back in the Department of Mysteries in the Death Room, Sirius' voice calling to him from behind the veil . . .

'Don't think about that.' He told himself with a shake. His eyes and mouth hardened as his vision settled on a shard of broken mirror sitting on his bedside table. Turning back to his page he began to draw feverishly, quickly, before the details of the dream were lost to him.

Finally finishing the sketch he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking out the window as the dawn began to break over the horizon. The summer so far had been an absolute nightmare. He was being watched 24 hours a day by at least two of the Order under an invisibility cloak. Of course, they had orders to have absolutely no contact with him whatsoever, and Harry was beginning to feel like a fish in a fishbowl, with nowhere to hide from prying eyes.

The Dursley's were using the strategy of ignoring him, an old favourite of theirs. If they did not acknowledge him, he simply wasn't there. As long as they acted like he didn't exist, he couldn't be mistreated, and the Order would stay away from Privit Drive. Foolproof, as Uncle Vernon liked to mutter under his bushy moustache as he read the morning paper.

The only real contact Harry had with his 'family', was at meals when he actually decided to join them, and Aunt Petunia's list of chores for him to complete each day, which he would find every morning on the kitchen bench.

Sighing to himself he rifled through the stack of parchment, a mixture of his friends letters, homework attempts and his sketching's of the strange symbols. Harry gritted his teeth as he stared at Hermiones last letter. She had been trying to get him to write to her about Sirius all summer. Harry didn't know what was worse. Hermione's attempts to get him to 'open up', or Rons much less subtle attempts to set his friend up with his little sister. Ginny seemed to be fed up with her brothers nudgings as well, as she had told Harry through great detail in several long ranting letters.

Harry could hear movement in the room next to his. Dudley seemed to be waking up. So much for peace and quiet, thought Harry before a blast of sound made the wall separating the two teenagers rooms, shake with the force of it. Harry winced. Dudley had taken up an annoying habit of blasting music from his stereo whenever he woke up. It seemed that he thought that whatever time he woke up, was the same time everyone in a four-block radius should wake up too.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were both so proud that little Duddi-kins had been showing an interest in musical culture, that there was no amount of early morning wakeup calls to the rock stylings of musical 'artists' screaming profanities, or angry complaining neighbours, that would convince them otherwise.

Harry sighed. So much for going back to bed. He pulled open a draw and dug out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. At the beginning of the summer, Harry had the Gringotts Goblins transfer a large amount of galleons into a muggle bank account. A long shopping spree had seen that his wardrobe fitted much better then it had before. Harry pulled on a pair of sneakers and laced them up.

Time to get started with the day's chores. Hell, anything was better then the never-ending guilt and sense of foreboding doom that had clouded his mind since the events in the Department of Mysteries. He gritted his teeth as he heard Dudley's door bang open and the floor quaked slightly as the abnormally large boy made his way down the stairs.

Harry glanced at the calendar by his wardrobe, before finally wrenching himself up from his bed and opening the door to his room. Only another six and a half weeks until school started again. Harry wasn't sure if he was happy to be going back to the wizarding world or not. The wizarding world was the home of everything he lived for, yet at the same time he despised it with every part of his being. Sure there he had friends, a home, family even. But at the same time there were dark lords, reporters and everyone looking for him to save the world time, after time, after time.

Still, Harry knew that he would miss his friends if he were to distance himself from the magical community, no matter what his feelings towards them at the moment had been.

Harry fingers traced the grainy pine of the banister as he descended the stairs. He could almost feel the life of the wood beneath his hands. A soft smile touched his lips before Aunt Petunia appeared at the foot of the stairs, and Harry snatched his hand away from the wood as if he'd been burned.

Aunt Petunia frowned at him. "I'm going out for brunch with Mrs McHewitt. Vernon's at work and Dudley is going to the Polkisses for the day. I've left you a list of chores on the table." She said as she pulled on a coat. She paused and turned to him, chewing her bottom lip nervously. "Make sure you finish everything by two o'clock. I need you to come with me this afternoon . . . on an errand out of town."

Harry frowned. "What is it?" he asked as Aunt Petunia fluffed her hair in the hall mirror and applied some lipstick.

She turned to him, all signs of the nervousness she had shown moments before gone. "Never you mind." She snapped. "Just make sure you wear something presentable. A nice shirt or something. And pack a small bag for both you and myself. Enough clothes for about five days. " She flapped her hand at him and opened the front door. "Be ready by two." She ordered and closed the door behind her.

Harry sighed; it was best not to ask to many questions. Something had been off about Aunt Petunia for a few weeks now. She was being almost protective of Harry. Almost fiercely so. If she went out she would demand that he would accompany her. If he left the house without saying he was going, she would be almost frantic by the time he returned. It was becoming quite confusing. Every so often he would catch her sending him strange looks, as if she were fighting some inward battle that seemed to have something to do with him. It was beginning to make him somewhat nervous. Anxious even. He had a feeling that Aunt Petunia was keeping something from him. Something that he needed to know. Found himself wanting to know, almost desperately so.

Shrugging his shoulders, Harry set himself to work for the day.

Remus Lupin watched as Molly Weasley berated the twins for their latest schemes. Dying Ginny's hair bright green and dusting a large amount of powdered chagrin lizard claws into Ron's underwear draw. Remus knew from personal experience that that stuff would itch for days. The werewolf chuckled to himself. Those two could give the Marauders a run for their money, and that was saying something.

Remus sighed inwardly as he watched the Weasley family. What he wouldn't give to have his own cub with him now. He let his mind wander over the possibilities of what could have been. A family and home. But Harry was what felt like half a world away. His cub, his last bit of pack. Everyone else was dead and gone now; Harry was all he had left. James, Lily, Frank, Cissa, Alice, Gabrielle, Kate, Sirius . . . all gone, in one way or another.

No longer feeling all that amused Remus got to his feet and climbed the stairs to his lodgings within the Ancient house of Black. Sirius' old rooms. He opened the door and stepped inside. Many of his old friends possessions still filled the shelves and drawers of the bedchamber. Remus hadn't had the heart to pack them all away. He slumped into a large winged backed chair in front of the empty fireplace and massaged his aching temples with his fingertips before picking up the book sitting next to an old mug of tea on the lamp table next to the chair.

He sighed and closed his eyes, remembering better, happier times. Times when war had not touched them and they were all young and innocent. He flipped through the old potions book on his knee. 'You cannot dwell on the past' he thought to himself, bitterly. 'Dumbledore needs you to stay strong. The order needs you to stay strong. And Harry needs you to stay strong.'

Remus frowned and put the book to one side before getting up and pacing in front of the fireplace, trying to shake off all his negative thoughts. Sirius had left the house to Dumbledore and all of his possessions and wealth to both Remus and Harry. That was another thing. Harry would be sixteen in a few weeks. Coming of age to accept both his full inheritance and the responsibilities that will come with being the Potter and Black family heir. Remus hoped Harry would be all right with his new titles. He remembered with a fond smile, helping James and Sirius out with their finances and business dealings. He would be there for Harry should he need Remus' guidance.

Remus flopped down into the armchair in front of the fireplace with a sigh. Smiling, he picked up a framed photograph from the mantelpiece. It was a black and white muggle photograph of Harry, for once looking at peace and relaxed. A slight smile played around the teens lips and dark hair fell across his forehead. It had been in the room when Remus had moved in. He wondered briefly how Sirius had managed to get the picture without Harry noticing. Remus would have thought it almost impossible to get a photo of Harry, the boy avoided cameras like the plague. He smiled as he set the frame down again. Harry was finally growing into his looks. He'd filled out since this time last year, his shoulders had broadened and he'd finally grown taller. Remus smiled fondly at the photograph and wondered briefly if Harry had had a girlfriend yet. He grinned imagining Harry's face if Remus were to have the talk with him. He had heard the twins the other day sniggering outside Ron's bedroom as Arthur told his youngest son about the birds and the bees much to the young redheads disgust.

The smile slipped off the werewolf's face as a thought crossed his mind. What if Harry had already had sex? Of course not. Remus shook himself mentally. Of course he hadn't. Had he? Remus should have been there for him sooner then this. The boy needed a father to guide him through these years. They would be the most difficult of Harry's life. Maybe even the most difficult of Remus' as well. He had long given up on having children of his own. He didn't know how to handle a teenager other then in the classroom. But he would try. He had to. Harry was all he had left in the world.

Remus smiled. Harry would be coming back to Headquarters the next week. Dumbledore's orders. He would be able to see him then. He hadn't seen him since that night at the ministry. Remus shuddered slightly, remembering watching Sirius fall through the veil, catching Harry as he ran towards the dais screaming Sirius' name. 'She killed Sirius! I'll kill her!' Remus had believed him.

Harry was no longer the shy thirteen-year-old Remus had met on the Hogwarts Express for the first time since Lily and James had died. He had withdrawn into himself. Remus suspected that the Harry Potter Harry projected to the world was a completely different person behind the image. The werewolf doubted that even Hermione and Ron knew the real Harry. They too, had lost sight of their best friend behind the image of the saviour.

But Remus knew that behind his mask Harry was both stronger and more vulnerable then he let on. He knew he was wiser to the world then people thought. Harry was known to be the quiet observer until the time came when he was needed, when he would show a strength and leadership that rivalled Dumbledore's. There was much more to Harry then people gave him credit for. He was everything that Gryffindor stood for. Strong, courageous, brave, although at times hotheaded. Yet he also had what so many Gryffindors considered Slytherin traits. He was manipulative, cunning and downright ruthless at times. He was also a Parselmouth, a fact that only made people wary of him. Remus knew that Harry would need all of his strengths by the end of the war.

Remus sighed and slipped into thoughts of the future. Dumbledore had said not to worry, that he had been merely tired lately, but everyone knew that something was definitely wrong for the old headmaster to be this wound up. And Remus was sure it had something to do with Harry. Remus could smell the fear on the old man every time Harry's name was mentioned. One of the pros of being a werewolf. When he had confronted Albus about this, the headmaster had told him once again not to worry, that Harry was perfectly safe. But Remus was worried. He was sure that Dumbledore knew something that Voldemort was planning. Something to do with Harry.

Remus knew that the Dark Lord would not stop until Harry was dead. Of this he was certain. Harry had destroyed Voldemorts pride, a mere child stripping him of his body and powers. Not to mention yearly foiling Voldemorts schemes. And now Harry was growing in power and influence, proving himself to be an enemy not to be handled lightly. Much of the wizarding population were beginning to see him as the Dark Lords greatest enemy. Rumours of his part in the battle at the Department of Mysteries had been all over the press. As had rumours that Sirius Black had been innocent and also involved in the battle. It had been uncovered that Sirius was in fact Harry's godfather and the tales had run wild after that.

Remus sighed. He just hoped Dumbledore knew what he was doing. Harry's life was difficult enough as it was without adding more troubles. Looking at the photograph one last time he smiled slightly and shook away his fears. Harry would be here within two weeks anyway. Here he would be safe and under the watch of the Order members. They would talk then.

Harry sat in the car resting his head against the cool glass of the window. He glanced over at Aunt Petunia in the drivers seat and frowned. She was acting stranger then usual. She kept muttering under her breath and glancing nervously around the street as if waiting for someone to jump out of the bushes and run at the car screaming. Harry ignored her on the most part. They had been driving for three days, only stopping to sleep and even then only for a few hours. Every time Harry had asked where they were going she would snap at him to stop asking questions, and then continue muttering under her breath. Every now and then Harry would catch a few words.

" . . . insane, completely batty! . . . I shouldn't do this . . . damn family traditions, damn Raif, damn Lily . . ."

Harry glanced at his Aunt nervously as they sped along the deserted highway. She was acting similarly to Uncle Vernon back when Professor Dumbledore had tried to send Harry his Hogwarts letter. And despite what Aunt Petunia said about going to London, they were going in the opposite direction, something Harry had pointed out only to have his Aunt snap that it's not safe to talk yet.

Harry was completely confused and if it had been anyone but Aunt Petunia he would have thought it a Death-eater trap, but there was no way anyone could impersonate his controlling Aunt as well as this. So he sat in silence and hoped that when the Order realised he wasn't home they would send out a search party for him, as they would most likely believe that he would have the bad luck to be kidnapped by Death-eaters. Lucky for him he was instead being kidnapped by his Aunt.

Finally at dusk they reached a small town and Aunt Petunia slowed the car down as they passed the welcome sign. Welcome to Greenwich. They passed through the main street that consisted of about half a dozen shops, and continued out of the town. You are now leaving Greenwich. They continued for about half a kilometre before Aunt Petunia pulled off the main road and onto a narrow dirt track, which looked as though it hadn't been used in years. He watched his Aunt carefully as she started muttering again. Harry frowned as they stopped outside a small deserted little shack nestled between the creepy looking trees. Aunt Petunia finally stopped the car.

"Where are we?" asked Harry as he looked around with concern. He jumped as Aunt Petunia clapped a hand over his mouth. "Ssssshhhh. . ." She hissed in a whisper so low Harry could barely hear her. "The very trees will spy for her." She peeled her hand away from his mouth and opened the door. Harry stared after her in astonishment. This was just great. He was stuck in the middle of nowhere with a crazy Aunt who thought trees were out to get them. Harry had only ever known one tree that had bad intentions towards anyone and that was the Whomping Willow.

Aunt Petunia opened his door and motioned for him to hurry up. Harry got out of the car and picked up the two bags glancing around with much discomfort. He watched as Aunt Petunia opened the boot and pulled out a long black leather suitcase. Harry looked at it with interest. He hadn't noticed her putting that in the car before.

The moment Aunt Petunia picked up the case a sudden harsh wind sprung up, rustling the leaves and making the gnarled old branches sway violently. Aunt Petunia slammed the trunk of the car and walked briskly up the debris-strewn pathway yelling over the wind for Harry to hurry. She placed her hand on the doorknob and Harry watched in disbelief as the handle glowed bright blue before opening with a click. The wind picked up roaring through the clearing. Harry hurried inside the house after Aunt Petunia and threw the bags aside before trying to force the door closed again as the wind fought to keep it open.

Aunt Petunia was screaming at the wind now as they both pushed with all their might against the door, battling against the force of the wind. "You cannot have him Calithia! You cannot! I will not let you!"

Harry strained against the door. The wind was roaring in his ears and stinging his face. He could feel his feet sliding backwards slightly as the wind pushed against him. Finally scrunching his eyes up tightly he roared with every particle of his being. "STOP!"

Immediately the clearing dropped back to still quiet. The door slammed shut under Harry and Aunt Petunias weight. They both leant against it panting, trying to catch their breath. Harry slid down the door until he sat down hard on the floor. He glanced over at his Aunt who was sitting down shakily on the dusty old couch in the living room.

"What the hell was that!" he growled through gritted teeth.

Aunt Petunia ran a hand through her long blonde hair, which had blown free from her usual tight bun by the freak wind. "Not yet." She said quietly as she stood up. "We're still out in the open." She picked up the suitcase. "Quickly. The fireplace."

Harry glanced over at the fireplace and had the urge to run screaming out the door. An old jar of Floo-powder sat on the mantelpiece. Aunt Petunia was willingly travelling by a magical method? The world had gone mad.

He grabbed the bags and waited at the fireplace nervously as Aunt Petunia lit a handful of branches with a match she had taken from inside her coat. She threw a handful of powder into the flames making them glow green. Then taking another handful of Floo-powder she pushed Harry into the flames and squeezed in next to him. Wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling him close to her she threw the powder into the Flames and shouted, "Veridian!"

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