This story, I will say will not follow other plotlines. It's based in the sixth year of Hogwarts, and after the star season of Sailor Moon.

To get it out in the opening, Harry/Bunny is the couple for this story. You may wonder how I work that into the story, well, Bunny and Darien didn't get married right after Chaos, but are just dating. Promise, no bashing of any characters, or their disgusting choice of clothing... Ahem.

Summery: They expected so much from him, that no one ever thought the Boy Who Lived, would ever fail.

Warnings: Rated R 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.

Chapter six:

#12 Grimmauld Place, Britain

Early November, 1997

(Another hour later)

"Another reality?" George Weasley questioned skeptically. He looked to his twin first and then to the rest of his family. "I'm having a hard time buying that one."

"I don't blame you," Harry said soberly. "I felt the same way when I first arrived there."

He sighed, and fell back into his chair. He was tired. Sick and tired. It was as Setsuna had told him. This world was beaten, torn apart by the ruling of Voldemort. Not even his friends could trust him now.

"So your world is like ours and yet different from ours," Hermione asked looking at Bunny.

The young blonde nodded slowly. "A little. Not by much. They're more different than the same."

Hermione shook her head, her brows drawing together in skepticism. "Its just hard for us to believe- you," she said solemnly.

Wincing Harry looked at his partner, not wanting to see their torn looks. This was killing him, his friends wanting to trust him but couldn't. Bunny frowned, her eyes narrowing on the group in front of her. "Look, Harry's had a long trip, and you've had a long night," she began.

Startled by the sudden change in subject, he jumped to his feet when she got up. "We'll let you sleep on what we told you." Bunny turned and started down the hallway. Harry hurried after her, bewildered by her attitude.

"Where are we going," he asked as they slipped outside.

"Harry," she started, but stopped when he touched her shoulder, as if hesitant. His touch was light, hardly noticeable, but she turned to him. They stood in the middle of the street outside of Sirius' old house. "Harry, your friends thought you were dead and its obvious they're having a hard time thinking otherwise," she said softly to him. "They just need time."

"But we don't have time," he argued weakly. "Voldemort needs to be brought down, now."

He watched her close her eyes briefly, as if holding herself back, and then opened them again. Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him tightly. "You can't fight him alone, you'll need your friends to trust you, when you go against him."

Warmth flooded his cheeks, and for a moment he wasn't sure what he should do. "I've missed them so much," he confessed suddenly, and he shivered from the weight that had been released from his heart. His arms snaked around her waist holding onto her embrace as if it were a lifeline. She had become something like a rock for him, over this past year. A pillar to lean on, when he thought he couldn't go on.

She nodded her head, her nose nuzzling the crook of his neck. "Time," she whispered and he knew. Setsuna had told him that once. As the guardian of time, she had known all too well the meaning of that one word.

Give it time

Give them time

In time-

Time-

Annoying as it was, it was a powerful word. "All right," he agreed. "We can stay at the Leaky Cauldron, but I can't be recognized."

Bunny pulled back, her hands reaching up to draw his hhod. "Yes," she replied. "The world is not yet ready for the return of Harry Potter, just yet."

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Harry laid in bed wondering. Bunny had gotten them a single room with two beds to last them for the night. But what if she's right, he wondered. What if Bunny was right, and his friends couldn't accept his return in time?

They'd have to find some other place to stay. The money Setsuna had given them wouldn't last that long if they spent it all on rooms.

But where could they stay? "Bunny," he whispered. Hoping beyond hope that she was still awake. "Bunny," he tried again, a little louder than a whisper.

"Hmm?" the girl from the other bed replied. "What are we going to do?" he whispered in return. His anxiety showed in the strain in his voice when he had spoken. And if sensing his uneasiness, Bunny rolled to her back.

It was early, about two in the morning and the night sky outside their window was a bright despite the hour. The glow from outside fell across her bed, highlighting her soft features, and golden hair. Turning her head, she looked at him, her eyes soft, and not angry. "You should be getting some sleep," she said with a yawn. "Like I should be getting some sleep."

"Sorry," he said quickly. "I-I'm sorry," he said again and rolled away from her. With his back to her, he shut his eyes and willed sleep to come. But the sound of his heartbeat, and the flowing blood in his veins kept him wide-awake.

The weight in the bed shifted, emitting another body onto the small mattress. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, he stared at the small girl behind him. She had pulled the blankets back, climbed in, and covered them both in the matter of seconds, giving him no ground to argue with her. She slipped her arms around him like she had before.

"I didn't mean it like that," she replied, sounding hurt. "I just meant, we have a big day ahead of us, and we need our rest."

"I couldn't sleep," he said quickly, feeling bad for making her apologies, when it was his fault. "What if my friends don't trust me?"

Bunny sighed long and deep, her breath brushing across bare skin. "They will. But in the mean time we need to a find a place to stay," she said in turn.

Harry nodded, wondering just where they could go. "What about that Dumbledore guy you told me about," she asked. Dumbledore would have been perfect, but there was one problem-

"I don't know where he is," he replied.

"Is there anyone else?" she asked. "Anyone we can trust?"

He grunted, the corner of his mouth twisting up. "I'd offer my friends, but that's out of the question right now," he said ruefully. Bunny frowned at his answer. "No one else?" she asked, prying a little more.

Harry started to shake his head when an idea formed. "Well," he began, sounding uneasy with the idea already. "There is someone-"

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Bunny stared at the front page of the Daily Profit with wonder. The image showed a short clip of an investigation of the findings of a murdered muggle. It wasn't the story that held her attention, but the moving picture of wizards moving in and out of a house.

This is a fascinating world, she thought, tossing the paper onto the table. Yawning as she stood, she stretched her arms above her head.

The day was nearly over, and she had hardly been up for an hour. Harry still slept, lying on his side, with his knees drawn to his chest. Something he'd been since he came to her world. Setsuna had mentioned insecurity or something like that, when she had asked about it. The battle he had fought wreaked havoc on his subconscious, and always managed to tear through his dreams.

Last night had been the worst she had ever seen it. It had been his moaning, and rocking that had woken her. His skin had been hot to the touch, his body burning hers where they were touching.

But now he seemed better, a relief that had let her get up to use the restroom, and wash the sheen of sweat from her face. Pouring herself another cup of butterbeer, she sipped it greedily. It warmed her on the inside, while on the outside she was racked with shivers.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she contemplated on what they should do next. Their money wouldn't allow them to stay another night here. They would have to leave soon, or be thrown out.

Bunny walked away from the bedside, and moved towards the window. It was dark and gloomy, despite the Month. The people below her hurried down the street, looking over their shoulders, peering down alleyways. They ushered their children in and out of stores, and then hurried home.

How desolate, this world had become. These people, Muggles as Harry called them, had no idea who was attacking them. Or why. Wizards and Witches fought hard and proudly to protect the ignorant lambs. "Such a pity," she whispered, feeling her heart break for these people. "That such a beautiful world has to be tainted by such evil."

"I agree," Harry voiced in return, startling her. She spun around to face him, surprised to find him awake. "How long?" she began to ask, but stopped.

Harry laid in the bed, still huddled beneath the sheets, the blanket pulled up to his chin. A pair of green eyes stared at her, looking as desolate and beaten as his world did. "It's going to be okay, Harry," she tried to reason. He looked so sad, so lost, that it broke her heart.

"We'll fix things."

Shaking his head, Harry pulled back the blankets and climbed out of bed. He was tall and wiry as he had been the time she had seen him in the park. Full of nerves, full of mixed emotions. He wanted to help, but wasn't sure where to begin or how to start.

"More of them died," he whispered, his eyes falling to the daily prophet. "Why does he have to torture them, and kill them?" He looked at her then, as if she knew the answer, but then maybe she did.

Harry had told her about his brush with death when he had been a child, and then the close encounter yet again when he was eleven. Then when he was twelve, thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen years old. How he had stepped forward to fight this monster called Voldemort, when he was sixteen. And just like him, she had fought against evil after evil since she was barely fourteen. Hardly given one day of rest, she had struggled to win war after war.

Setsuna had asked her to protect a kindred spirit, as she had asked Harry to do the same.

She would have died, hadn't it been for Harry's help. Sailor Moon didn't exist, or shouldn't, for that matter. And Bunny Moon was supposed to parish at the turn of the century, when Crystal Tokyo would be brought forward, and Serenity would be born again.

But Harry's world had needed her, and Setsuna had let her free from her destiny. So yes, she might know the answer to his question. But she dare not say it aloud.

"We should get going," she said instead. The sun was still high, shrouded by clouds, but it still held. They had a few more hours before sunset. Harry nodded, his resolve returning as he reached to claim his robe. "We can't use the floo network, its too risky," he began. Like she knew what the floo network meant anyway-

"I can apparate us close by, but we will have to walk the rest."

Bunny nodded, her arms dropping from their crossed position. "Should I be prepared?" she asked, meaning her transformation. She reached to finger her new broach, wondering how much she might need it during her stay here.

"It might not hurt," he began his head turning so that he could look at her. "I don't know if it's safe there anymore. It might not be the same as I remember it."

She didn't say anything to his uneasy answer. He had been gone for sixth months, and his world had been turned upside down. Bunny touched her brooch, and felt a warm sensation enter through her fingertips. Chanting the three words that would transform her into another, she felt the warmth grow hot.

Heat flooded her veins, and ate at her skin as it grew and spread. A wash of hot air blew her unkempt locks back, and they swayed in a breeze that shouldn't exist. Lifted off her feet, her clothes vanished, but were replaced quickly by ribbons.

She could see Harry watching her. Every time she transformed, it was like that first time. When Harry had helped her battle a youma. One of many, but that time, Setsuna had given her a new brooch.

It's a master brooch, Setsuna had told her. It could give her any of her pervious transformation. And in any form she could use any and all of her attacks.

She thought of practical, something simple and not extravagant. Out of all of her uniforms it was the only one that made sense to her.

Red boots formed along her legs, while white gloved formed on her forearms. A sailor suited bodice strapped itself to her upper body, while two red bows flashed, one appearing on her chest, the other above her derrière. Then the blue skirt formed. The last to appear was the choker necklace, the crescent earrings, and the golden tiara with a red ruby set in its middle.

When she landed, her hair was pulled back in her traditional buns with two stones set in the middle.

Finished, Bunny looked to her partner. "Ready," she asked. Harry nodded, pulled her to him, and apparated them to their destination.

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Gosh, sorry for such a long wait guys. Been really swamped lately. I know I know- that's no excuse. But I have been working a lot on my latest story, Once in a Blue Moon. HP/SM crossover.

It's just another year at Hogwarts with nothing out of the ordinary. Unless you count the new girl Serena Moon, a pale skinned and very timid girl, who goes out of her way to avoid making friends.

Tell me if you think I should put it up. Enough reviews and I may put it up real soon. Promise its like nothing you've read so far. A whole new cooked up plot.

Well tty all later.

LP