Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any related material used in the fan fiction. Nor do I own Logan, Eve, or Sarah Black. I give great doubt that I'll ever own them and think these disclaimers to be a waste of time on Fan Fictions the name fan fiction seems to be quiet obvious that it was created knowingly as fiction by a fan.

A/N I've finally begun my corrections and restoration of this ff. It's taken me ages to to do. I've added a chapter to the begining. It's going to take a bit of getting used to because there are whole chapters that will be deleted or rewrote. The characters Tiger, Marik, Malik, Yami, Yugi, Ryou, and Bakura have been renamed and altered. The YGO cross over wasn't working for this. Eve and her twin Sarah have gotten a whole fan fiction of their own. Forgotten Winters. It is meant to be read before this one. Hopefully these alterations will clear things up and make the story something I'm a proud of. I loved it because it was my first fan fiction but that is no excuse for the errors it suffered from. I hope to have this completed by 2006. I'm focusing my attention to my studies and 4-H untill June when I'll be freed up to work on Bakura's Own Body and Forgotten Winters. This is a last priorty. I'm doing my best here have some patience. Enjoy. R&R please.

Preluge to Getting Over and Moving On

Ron watched his daughter with her flame red curls jump from stone to stone ahead of him. Talking up a storm as always. His best friend was beside him and the sun setting on the horizion behind them. As always on Saturday night's they were headed out to fly. Sarah had gotten on the quidditch team in her second year, helped quiet a bit by her cousin having been the captin at the time. All she ever wanted to do was talk and fly.

"Uncle Harry which is better the Chuddley Cannons or the team Wood's on?" Sarah asked knowing the debate she was about to start.

"Well, love, I'm not sure. Wood is a very talented player. But you know how your daddy likes the Cannons."

"So? You can't base your oppion on my daddy."

"Sure I can."

"Nuh uh." she yelled over her shoulder as she ran ahead and jumped onto one of the street lights Hermione had insited on being put in. Thanks to years of gymnastics, and quidditch she was very flexible and he had yet to decided if this was good or not.

"Ron, your awful quiet tonight what's wrong?"

"I wrote the letters Harry. I can't imagine"

"Don't even go there Mr. Weasley. We both know Malfoy is a lying snot. Nothing is planned. Just forget it."

"I can't."

Before Harry had time to reply three loud pops broke the silence of the empty feild. But more horrifying than that was the scream his daughter released as a red streak of light hit her and she fell from the light post. Without hesitation Ron and Harry pulled out their wands, denying their urge to run to Sarah. She'd fallen hard and it was obvious from where they stood that the fall had injured her to some degree. Harry stepped closer to him. He was so close Ron could feel his friend's breath on his cheek as he cast about looking for the person who'd struck his god-daughter.

"Over there Ron. Can't you see them?" Ron looked to where Harry had indicated and sure enough there stood three men in black robes and featureless masks. A chill ran down his spine and he wanted to run and hide at the same time he wanted to kill the men for harming his daughter. Harry stepped forward under the light. "What is it you want?" he asked his voice strong and dripping with superiorty.

"Must you really ask Potter?" was the answer. Then it started. The duel, wands drawn, the five men dancing about doing there best not to fall. Within moments two of the death eaters lay dead on the ground and Harry had the other one under control. Ron looked to his daughter who was begining to move. She lifted her head warrily and he saw the odd angle her arm was bent. So he went to her.

"Daddy, I'll be fine. You need to help Uncle Harry."

"No honey. I should be with you. Are you alright?"

"My arm is killing me. I can't look at it. Is it broken?"

"Just a little we'll get it fixed in a moment. Untill then I'll numb it." He did as he'd said and with a soft pink light he with drew his daughter's pain.

"Daddy! Harry's going to die." Ron looked up in time to see the green jet of light Harry jumped away and fired his own spell.

"I'll be right back." He left his daughter laying on the ground. He only had enough time though to knock Harry out of the way as another jet came. He felt it hit. Suddenly his world faded and he could feel himself leave his body.