I See in Moonlight

Prologue

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He had been stupid, reckless! His dreams were plagued with nightmares ever since the night Voldemort was brought back from the dead, the night that Cedric was murdered in front of him. Images of people, Magical and Muggle alike, being tortured, flashes of green from the Killing Curse, and Voldemort's voice, his laugh; his very presence haunting him. And then add the media slandering his name, Umbridge torturing him and the whole of the Wizarding world turning against him yet again!

But he still tried to help them, save them. Why? Because he was adopted by his godfathers. Sirius and Remus, a bonded pair. Sirius the Omega and Remus the Alpha. They had taken him in secret to Gringotts and had a formal adoption made. And to his shock, his favorite (least favorite for the public's knowledge), and yet feared, teacher had been present. Professor Snape was their witness and he learned that his mother had named him his other Godfather in the event neither Sirius or Remus could take him. The man had been protecting him ever since he got to Hogwarts, had to play a role and had even apologized!

They helped him through the hell of Fourth Year and tried to protect him as much as they could during the summer and the start of Fifth Year, but that all came to a crashing halt. He had a vision just after they had finally chased Umbridge out of the castle, letting Firenze and his herd have at her after she nearly killed Bane, Firenze's mate. He saw Sirius being tortured, saw Remus dead in the background and could hear Voldemort's whispered voice. He wanted to save them and went to go on his own, but his friends came with him. It warmed his heart to know that even when he wanted to do something alone, he always had someone to watch his back. Though some had looked a bit reluctant to come with him, but he was too worried to properly pay attention.

Upon arriving, they snuck through the Ministry, seeing as it was mysteriously empty. Which in hindsight should have alerted them to it being a trap, but he didn't care, he had to make sure his fathers were alright, that he didn't lose his parents for the second time in his life! They got to the room that they were supposed to be in, but saw nothing, saw no one, no bodies, no blood; nothing. And then Mr. Malfoy appeared and they were trapped by more Death Eaters. They wanted him to get a prophecy about him and Voldemort, which he did grab, but he refused to give until he knew where his fathers were.

When none of the Death Eaters told him, he gave a quiet signal and his group of friends opened fire. The attack had startled the dark wizards as the group broke up and ran off in random directions, tossing the prophecy back and forth like they were playing rugby or Quidditch. Ron, Fred and George had set up in rather quick succession a series of prank spells that confused the Death Eaters (he would forever enjoy seeing Mr. Malfoy bedecked in neon pink with garishly orange hair and rainbow glitter covering every inch of his skin).

Hermione, Ginny and Luna were whipping out hexes and jinxes as if they were proud Amazonian warriors. He and Neville tag teamed, when he was on the offense, Nev was on the defense and they switched seamlessly. If the Death Eaters had thought they would have an easy victory they were wrong. Ginny finally sent off a Reducto which caused all the shelves, seemingly endless in all directions, to collapse in a domino effect. They ran to avoid being crushed to death, falling through a door and landing in a strange room with an arch in the dead center.

He, Neville and Luna were the only ones who could see a smoke like curtain billowing out from it, could see the shadowy figures of the dead, could hear them. The others only saw empty space, but felt dread from looking at it. They turned to leave, but more Death Eaters attacked, they flew about the room like smoke and shadows until each of his friends was taken prisoner and held at wand point. He was left with Mr. Malfoy once more demanding the prophecy.