Important note: Chapters from here on out will jump around from each time period. Harry's world is the present, while anything in Bunny's world from now on will be memories of what happened to Harry during his stay.

Summery: They expected so much from him, that no one ever thought the Boy Who Lived, would ever fail. Now he's given a second chance to save his world by none other, than the Sailor Senshi.

Warnings: Rated PG-13 for some mature situations. Character death. Character OOC (Out of Character). Brief nudity, (not in this chapter mind you). Profanity sometime... In the future. And I think that's it for now.

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Chapter two:

The Forbidden Forest, Britain

Early November, 1997

(Nearly Six Months later)

I'm ready, he tried to reason with himself, despite the nausea that suddenly rose up inside him. Shaking in the coldness of the air, he felt a nervousness that made a mockery of his first fight with a demon.

Harry attempted a smile at that particular memory, but quickly shook it off, when a familiar figure emerged in the fog. "Are you ready," Setsuna inquired, tilting her head in that way that always frustrated him. For being the supposed Guardian of time, she sure asked a lot of questions.

A hand touching his own, tore him from his thoughts. Turning his head, he stared at the small woman who had stood by his side since his first day in this world. Even when her own friends had doubted him, she had taken his side.

"Are you sure you're ready for this," she asked now, her hand squeezing his in a way to reassure him. To give him her strength.

He nodded once, and turned back to Setsuna. She nodded in reply, a small smile lighting her stern features. "It's time then Harry, for you to take back your title, and fight back the evil that has taken over your world."

Harry shivered, his body tingling with just a hint of fear. His world wasn't like how he had left it. The Newsletters Setsuna had given him to read had told him so. He had been declared dead six month's ago. And in this declaration, Voldemort had made his move to take over the Wizarding World.

The Order of Phoenix was working hard to fight back, but each battle became harder than the last. "I've been gone long enough," he whispered, feeling as if he had betrayed everyone.

"We'll make things right," the girl next to him replied softly. "Together."

Harry nodded, his eyes hardening with determination. It was time Voldemort died once and for all.

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Ronald Weasley stumbled back with a soft grunt, his face twisting into a grimace. Damn, he cursed, his eyes studying his left ankle. Bloody hell.

Just his luck to fall and sprain his ankle in a life and death situation. Where are you Harry, he wondered idly, his dark eyes taking in the approaching figure. You were always there before to save my pathetic arse.

But not anymore, he finished, tears working themselves into his eyes. Lifting his wand, he gritting his teeth against the pain in his left leg. Damn root, he cursed at the thing that had tripped him. The thing that had put him in such a weak position.

"Stupify," he shouted, sending out a red spark from the end of his wand. The figure wielded a shield, deflecting the spell off easily. Bloody hell, why'd I have to get a smart ass Death Eater to chase me, he grounded out.

Why couldn't it have been someone like Goyle, or Crabbe, he wondered despite the critical situation he was in.

After Harry had died, Hogwarts had been split in half, students joining the Order, and students joining the Death Eaters. Hard to believe he knew most of the people who hunted Witches and Wizards like himself, down.

"Weasley," the death eater mocked, the dark robes obscuring the person's appearance. But Ron knew who he was dealing with. Years of knowing the man did that. "Malfoy," he replied coldly.

The hood came off, and white hair gleamed beneath the light of the moon. Ron cursed his rotten luck more. "I've been waiting for this day for a very long time," Malfoy said, his lips curling into a sneer. "Too bad it couldn't have been me, who took care of Potter."

Lifting his wand, the young death eater drawled, "Crucio!"

Ron stiffened, unable to get up and unable to defend himself against an unforgivable curse. But he had hardly enough time to even prepare himself, before something darted towards him from his right.

Gasping Ron jerked against the two arms that slid around his middle, and lifted him from the ground as if he weighed nothing more than a feather. He felt himself being thrown over a slim shoulder that mimicked a Fireman's carry, before they dodged out of the way of the curse's path.

He grunted, when his savoir landed a few feet away, and set him down none-to-gentle like. Grimacing against the pain that shot up his leg, he tried to focus as much as he could on the figure in front of him.

"Expellaramus!" another voice shouted. No, Ron argued ruthlessly. No it couldn't be.

He had gone through this before, during the first few weeks after his best friend's death. Denial had stuck with him for so long, unable to believe that Harry was truly gone.

Malfoy was suddenly lifted up off his feet, and thrown across the landscape by the amount of power wielded in that one spell. Landing several feet away, the death eater cursed loudly. "Moon Tiara Trap!" his savior shouted.

Ron lifted his eyes, and felt his jaw fall slack. Beneath the moonlight, he found himself staring openly at a pair of long legs scantily clad in knee-high high heeled boots.

Whoa, he thought, and repeated those words aloud, when he saw the small girl slip a glowing disc from her forehead and throw it at Malfoy.

Malfoy fumbled with something at his side, and before the disc could hit him, he vanished, having used his own Port key.

"Darn, and I was so close too," the small girl pouted. Ron lifted a brow at the girl's peculiar attitude. Who the hell- he began.

"Oh," and before he could finish his thought, the girl spun around to face him. She laughed nervously, her hand reaching up to scratch the back of her head. "Hi," she began, but then struggled to say any more.

"Bunny," came another voice, and this time Ron was nearly convinced that it was Harry. Stop doing this to yourself, he argued, fearing that his hopes were being lifted only to be smashed back to the ground.

"Over here!" the girl called, and as if sensing his gaze on the precariously short skirt, began to tug it down. Anther person emerged from the fog that had settled over the Forbidden Forest. He was shrouded by shadows, staying just out of the light of the moon overhead. He was also dressed in a rather long, black, loose-fitting robes.

Ron had the distinct thought that it could have been Snape, if he hadn't heard the man's voice. The robes melded into the darkness, obscuring the man's appearance, so Ron was unable to tell if he was tall or short, round or slim.

"Ron," came the soft call, and in a voice that haunted the fallen boy's dreams.

And then the person stepped out into the light, and Ron had no reason to fight with himself that the voice he heard was his own exuberant mind playing games with him again. "H-Harry," he croaked, tears slipping passed his barriers and began to fall.

Harry nodded, tears filling his own eyes. "I'm home, Ron," he whispered, his arms lifting to show his friend who he was. "I'm sorry I took so long to come back."

"Sorry," Ron choked. "Sorry. Bloody hell, you're alive!" And even though his foot was swollen, and his ankle hurt like hell, he got to his feet to pull his friend into a long overdue hug. "I've missed you mate," Ron murmured, his arms tightening briefly, before he pulled away.

"We thought you were dead," he exclaimed, taking in his friend's appearance. "Everyone did, where were you?"

As if remembering the girl, Ron turned his gaze over to her. Unlike before, where she had managed to pull off a rescue, she now looked around with a set of wild, frightened eyes. Her arms crossed over her chest, in a mock tempt to keep herself warm. Not in that outfit.

"Who are you?" he asked a bit suspiciously. For the last six months he had learned to not trust anyone but his closest friends. Who had been Hermione, Neville, and then his family. But with Harry back…

The girl blinked in surprise, her lips forming a small circle. "Uh, I'm Bunny," she said to introduce herself, and then laughed nervously. "Sorry," she murmured, and then chuckled some more, sounding uneasy.

Harry shook his head, a small smile slipping onto his face. "Ron, this is Bunny Moon a good friend of mine. Bunny, this is my best friend Ron Weasley."

"You're Ron Weasley!" the girl squealed, her nervousness, and fear forgotten. Throwing herself forward, she latched onto his upper arm with a grip that defied physical law. How can someone so small be so strong, he thought with a wince.

"Harry's told me all about you," she continued. "I don't blame you at all, I'm terrified of spider myself, they're icky icky things." she continued to ramble. Any thought that maybe this was some trick faded from his mind. Not even Hermione knew of his fear of Spiders. Only one person, after their second year at Hogwarts knew about that little detail.

"Er, thanks," he began, wondering if the girl was going to give him his arm back. "Oh!" the girl exclaimed, and launched herself at Harry. "Does that mean I get to meet all of you're friends?" she asked, her head tilted up towards Harry, who, Ron realized had grown taller since he had seen him last. The girl batted her blue eyes pleadingly, causing Harry to chuckle. "Yes Bunny, after a bit we'll meet up with the others."

"Yay!" the girl shouted, letting Harry go, to give herself room to jump around. He understood how she got her name, now.

"So Harry, want to tell me where you've been all this time, since you weren't dead?" Ron finally asked again, wanting some answers. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to have his friend back, he just couldn't believe that if his friend had been alive all this time, would stay away. Without telling anyone, too.

"Well," Harry began, his eyes following the small blonde around. "Lets go somewhere, where we can talk without being overhead," he finally relented.

Ron nodded. "All right, I've got just the place," he said, and pulled out his own port key. He would have used it earlier if he had been given the chance. But after being ambushed by Death Eaters, he had been given hardly any time to think.

"This will take us to a place where we can sit down and talk," he added, holding out the ruffled quill. "Bunny grab onto this," Harry instructed the girl, who quickly complied.

"What are we-" she began to ask, but before she could finish, he activated the Port Key, and they vanished from the Forbidden Forest.

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I am SOOOOOOOO Sorry. I know I took forever on updating, but I have good reasons. I broke my computer, and had to have it taken in to get fixed. And then I had to reinstall all my programs, along with the internet. I finally finished that stuff last night. So here is the next chapter, and thank you for being sooooo patient with me.

Thanks go out to: Flame Ivy Moon, Hacen Necah, Starlytemint, Dark Universe.