Prayer to the Moon

Author: cosmicrose

Rated: PG

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Genre: Drama/Romance

Summary: The Death Eaters under orders of Voldemort attack Harry. Praying for strength & hope, he goes through a dark portal accidentally. To see a world filled with friendly and cautious people. To experience what it is like to have a family and love. Usagi/Mamoru Harry/Hotaru Senshi/Generals

Disclaimer - I do not own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter.

Warning: This story continues from Harry Potter's fifth year and contains spoilers. Don't flame me because of them please.

Chaper Three: Tease of the Nightfall

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Chapter 3

Glistening full moon washed a placid boy with its soft light. The unlit bedroom provided necessary silence for the pensive 15-year-old. Lying cozily on the warm silver bed, the wide-awake boy was lost in his loose thoughts.

He theorized that he seemed to be living with a muggle woman, whose distant relative may have been a Veela—a beautiful, seductive woman who could grow beaks and scaly wings when enraged.

He was not able to see his savior however—Mrs. Chi...er... Usagi said that he was a very busy man and usually comes home at 10 'o' clock—it was merely 8:30 at that time. At the moment, it seemed to be at least 11:30 and Harry can't seem to get shut-eye because of his earlier slumber.

His thoughts turned to the huge house. Strangely enough, there were no pictures of anyone in the hall so he couldn't even deduce his savior's appearance. But he gathered that Mr. Chiba would have to be a good-looking man at least because Mrs. Chi... er... Usagi is a beautiful woman and seems to love her husband through her nickname of her husband—"Mamo-chan". Of course, he could be entirely wrong too because girls' minds are strange and Mrs. Chi... Usagi may have merely loved her husband because of other fair qualities in him. It was really a waste to speculate about Mr. Chiba's looks, but at least he knew that Mr. Chiba is a kind man who is also very wealthy by the size of his house and it's courtly decorations.

Befuddled green eyes gazed at the dark ceiling covered with crystal crescent moons and majestic red roses here and there. They gleamed brightly at him as if in comfort... well at least the crescent moon was now—the red roses had an edge of intimidation, as it's pointy thorns and the sharp green stem seemed to glint in vigilance.

Harry shook his head hard, he didn't know why he was imagining these silly things—probably the strange surroundings that he hadn't adjusted to yet.

He turned his thoughts to his best friends in England. By this time, members of the Order probably informed them about his mysterious disappearance. No doubt, Hermione would be galloping around like a raving woman while Ron would be running around madly trying to reassure her that Harry is all right.

Harry faintly wondered if there was any uproar in the wizarding world because of his disappearance. Most likely Dumbledore would cover up the situation to make sure Voldemort wouldn't know about his disappearance. Still, Harry's eyes narrowed in abhorrence, Voldemort may already know of his disappearance through his bloody Death Eaters. He couldn't shake off his rage at the thought of the Death Eaters; they reminded him of his Godfather's....

Rising abruptly, Harry stalked towards the door after stuffing his wand in his back pocket. Opening the door soundlessly, he pursued the kitchen to find something to drink. The kitchen was unlit but he could still discern the milky-white refrigerator and the snowy shelf that contains artistic glasses.

Pouring cool water into a lovely crystal glass, he sipped slowly to calm his incensed feelings. The generous silence lent him all the time in the world to pacify his rage. Drifting gently from the opened windows in the broad kitchen, the cool breeze stroked his violently aroused skin tenderly reminding him of the compassionate silver haired woman.

Harry leaned onto the smooth refrigerator door and closed his apathetic green eyes to capture the stillness in the air. He could feel the enticing silence in the dark room and hear the soft whistle of the melodious wind accompanied by gentle... footsteps?

Reflexes of an exceptional seeker took quick hold on him; Harry whirled to the side of the refrigerator so that none could see a 15-year-old male when they enter the kitchen. Personal experience from his previous perilous moments warned him to perform magic either on himself or at the intruder.

Harry hesitated to do magic on the unknown person—it could merely be Mrs. Chi... Usagi or her husband coming down for a drink. Squaring his shoulders in decision, he seized his wand from his pants pocket and performed the Disillusionment Charm.

The footsteps were becoming more prominent in the hushed kitchen; Harry felt the familiar cold trickles running down his body from the wand. Breathing as quietly as possible, he became a living statue as the unknown person trudged towards him.

Harry supposed the person was not Mrs. C...Usagi; Mrs. C... Usagi walked a little too softly with grace even if she carried the naive, bouncy air around her. Yet, this curious person was walking too softly to be considered a male. Perhaps its another person—maybe a female, he was not introduced to in the house; it's very possible what with the number of doors on both sides of his present room.

The female stopped near him; true, she couldn't possibly see him because of his Disillusionment Charm and the shield of the refrigerator but to be safer than sorry, he readied himself for a possible duel.

The almost-still breeze was swished as if the female made some movement with her hand. Tensing for a duel, Harry fervently wished his cautiousness was damned—the unknown female could merely be an innocent girl.

A quaint sound pierced the silence—it sounded like... the female opened a door. Harry saw that his hearing was correct—the refrigerator door was opened so widely that he could see a faint outline of the door through his peripheral view.

The urge to shake his head for his previous paranoia almost took hold of Harry, which he crushed ruthlessly. The silence in the air would definitely reveal his shrouded presence in the dark kitchen to the female.

Illegible sounds were heard before the female carried a crystal glass with water. She leaned to the side of the refrigerator so that any intruding person entering the unlit kitchen could not see her drinking cool water in peace.

Fortunately, or rather unfortunately for Harry, she placed herself right next to a certain, stock-still, 15-year-old, human-male chameleon.

Harry couldn't even risk breathing now; the bloody silence will surely betray him.

His peripheral view unveiled the previously undiscovered female as a 15-ish girl with shoulder-length black hair in a dark purple, sleeveless nightgown. She wasn't wearing any robe and let him see her unnaturally milky-white hands holding crystal glass with gleaming water, which reflected the beaming moonlight from the opened windows to the dark corner the teenagers were in.

Harry couldn't see her face and he was getting very curious about this strange girl. The curiosity may have killed the stupid cat but he was no cat. His inquisitive green eyes traveled to her face; he was immediately annoyed—he still couldn't see her face even after his big risk.

Irked green eyes blazed with intense curiosity as their owner dared to crane his head ever so slightly to catch a glimpse her face.

He couldn't see it—her glossy dark hair, glowing ethereally under the soft moonlight, covered her face. Harry fervently wished he were visible now then at least she may have shown her secluded countenance.

Luck had always been with him and he never truly appreciated her help; this time though, she seemed to have gone for a little vacation to tantalize him with fleeting imaginations of this maiden's secret countenance.

The girl lowered her face a little to take a sip from her glass demurely. It was now impossible for her chameleon male-partner to catch a swift glimpse of her face—her shimmering dark hair decided to shield her face from his indignantly prying green eyes, which were concealed perfectly by their owner's Disillusionment Charm. Her height didn't help him one bit too; he was about two inches taller than she was.

Glancing thirstily at the dainty cool water in the crystal glass, Harry faintly wondered where his glass was. It must've been left on the counter—the counter directly in front of him and the strange girl. The realization made him look sharply on the counter and felt the telltale signs of red on his face. The lovely crystal glass, the curious girl was drinking from was originally his—and he flushed to think if her sweet lips touched his original place on the dainty glass.

Perhaps Malfoy was cursing him somewhere, she turned her back to him—now he's severely regretting his decision to put on the Disillusionment Charm on himself—and drank rest of her water in a couple of sips. Soon afterward, she neatly placed the crystal glass in the sink and left the room silently—leaving behind the highly curious and irked human chameleon, who had not yet caught a little glimpse of her veiled face and drank from his glass sufficiently.

Her nimble footsteps were becoming nothing more than undecipherable noise.

Drawing out his wand, Harry performed the couter-curse for the Disillusionment Charm. He wished that he didn't practice the Disillusionment Charm in the free hours before the D. A. Meeting at Hogwarts. He wished he could've practiced any other charm or spell instead of the Disillusionment Charm. Now, he was paying the price for perfecting that accursed Charm, which was introduced to him first by Mad-Eye Moody last summer.

Harry let out a slow sigh, which held impossible amounts of both relief and frustration. The girl's footsteps were merging with the dominant quiescence; he slowly made his way out of the kitchen and entered the dark dining room. His strange thirstiness seemed to have left with the unknown maiden.

Slowing his footsteps deliberately, Harry touched the navy wall for some kind of support in the unlit room. After making a few mistakes of circling the dining room, Harry finally intruded on the silent hall—to notice what seemed to be a luminous, pink cloud in the living room!

Involuntarily, he shut his eyes firmly at the trespassing light. The glossy red in his eyelids, dimmed rapidly to the former black, signaling Harry to open his eyes at last. He did... and saw a pink, rabbit-haired, 9-year-old girl in a school uniform with a blob-like thing on her head!

Her pink rabbit-head with the gray blob cautiously turned sideways to see if anyone saw her unnatural appearance. Harry quickly mimicked his earlier actions with the refrigerator scene and found himself, leaning towards the navy wall, unviewed by the strange girl with a blob in between her rabbit-cones in blue school dress in middle of the night.

The pink-haired, rabbit-girl ran up the stairs attempting to be silent, quite comically. She would first run up some steps and stop in her tracks, bobbing her head up and down the stairs with the inert blob, to see if anyone was awake.

The rabbit-girl finally reached up the staircase and ran to her far left—again trying to be soundless comically. When she was within a few steps from the remarkable door painted in crimson, black, pink, and silver colors, she calmed more and accidentally bumped into the long, silver vase placed to the right of the exotic door.

The resounding crash was tremendous and it multiplied by thousands through the calm silence of the night. Immediately, doors flew open as many obscure shapes stalked towards the pink-haired intruder.

Harry stayed where he was and immediately regretted not being in his room; he could've gotten the chance to observe the new people more comfortably than at the moment. Still, he thanked the Gods that he was able to watch them at least, although he could've used a bit of light now.

He expected the pink-haired rabbit-girl to be attacked a bit for intruding their house at the middle of night. However, what he didn't expect... happened—Usagi, easily distinguishable from her silver hair, immediately embraced the pink-haired girl as if she was her little daughter, who somehow touched the deadly fire and suffered the consequence.

Surprisingly, one of the strangers, most likely a man by the voice, merely grumbled loudly for disturbing his sleep. His fellow-housemates quietly returned to their respective rooms without much show.

Harry couldn't distinguish what the dark shadow behind Usagi was but he supposed it was Mr. Chiba since the dark shadow was situated at the unique door, which seemed to the bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. Chiba.

The pink rabbit was carried gently into Mr. and Mrs. Chiba's bedroom and the house was as silent as before.

Harry waited a few moments before he strode towards his present bedroom. He didn't understand what exactly happened merely a few minutes earlier but he had a feeling that sleeplessness causes many problems for which sleep is just the cure at the moment.

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Cosmicrose: Hey, how is the story? I know it doesn't have that much action right now but it will be a bit more fast-paced in the next chapter. ^_^ Please review, I like your comments on this fic.