Disclaimer: I'm going to say this once, right now, and this goes for every other chapters for the duration of this story: all recognizable character and scenes from the Harry Potter series is the explicit property of J.K Rowling.

Summary: After the first Tri-Wizard Competition, Harry learns that magic works in peculiar ways. He was chosen to not only defeat Voldemort but lead the magical world in the greatest challenge they would ever face. But every warrior needs something worthwhile to fight for and Dumbledore was right, love is Harry's "power he knows not."

Prologue

"Isn't it beautiful Harry?"

Harry was startled from his trance like state. He was staring at Hermione when she softly whispered her question.

It was the first thing she said to him since she found him. They had both ditched their dates for the Yule Ball an hour ago. Harry because he was feeling restless and wanted to be alone and Hermione because she saw Harry leaving and was worried about him.

The two teens strolled around the castle in silence.

Hermione, sensing that Harry wanted to think after she finally caught up to him, didn't say anything to him, she simply followed behind him in their aimless walk which eventually lead them to the Astronomy Tower were they saw the full moon on display.

The scene was beautiful and captivating.

Most of the castle was illuminated and the lake shimmered as it gently lapped onto the surrounding banks.

But Harry wasn't looking at this instead he was captivated by the beauty that was standing beside him. As soon as they stood before the open window of the tower everything that was plaguing Harry seemed to vanish and was completely forgotten as he looked at Hermione and the way she was illuminated by the natural light.

It took a couple of seconds for her question to finally penetrate his mind.

He tried to respond, really he did, but for some reason what he wanted to say was lodged in his throat and instead he sputtered incoherent syllables making Hermione turn from the view of the moon to look concernedly at him.

"Are you all right Harry?" Hermione asked the making of a frown upon her face.

Harry was yet again transported to the plain within his mind, trying to work out why?

Why after all this time he had never seen it before.

She is beautiful he thought with a sigh, which immediately followed by the thought of him just now noticing her. After all, they've know each other almost four years now and she has been one of the closest person to him, why now?

"Yes it is beautiful." He finally got out.

You're beautiful he thought, smiling as her face lit up at his response.

She turned back to the night sky with a soft smile on her lips, a smile that was so pleasant yet enchanting and sweet.

Her lips were calling to him to kiss them and it seems that the longer he stared at them the impulse he had to kiss her grew, until it became something he couldn't control. He was losing it, he chided himself.

She's your best friend…nothing more.

But the argument was weak in comparison to the sudden feelings that were growing in intensity inside of him.

A resolution was made without his consent, and if he was asked what had happened he would never be able to say just what had made him move. For he didn't command his body to turn, he never told his arms to reach for her, turning her to face him, holding firm to her waist and her delicate face, he never told his head to move towards her lips and he certainly never told his lips to kiss hers.

Amazing, he thought with his eyes closed.

He was consumed in bliss, so consumed that he never felt the startled jerk of Hermione's body or the stiffening of her lips. He never saw her eyes widen in surprise as his was closed but he felt the very second that she began to respond to his intrusion, with warmth and vigor…and longing?

He was right, he mused while savoring her very sweet lips and as he had just now come to realize were very soft as well.

He didn't know how long they were there, kissing as if there was nothing in the world but them.

He for once in his life felt that the world had finally aligned itself and everything was has it should be for him.

They carried on, getting familiar with the shape, the texture and taste of each other's lips until they felt that if they didn't stop soon their lungs would collapse from a lack of air.

They pulled apart, gasping.

Both inhaling deeply, staring at each other with unbelieving eyes that seemed to ask did that just happened?

Harry was the first to recover, opening his mouth to apologize, completely misinterpreting the look on Hermione's face, but was startled as he felt a shape tingling in his hand. He brought his hands to his face, shocked to see them with an eerie pale glow.

"What's going on Harry?" Hermione asked with a hint of fear in her voice after noticing his hands when he brought them up in between them.

"I don't know Her…mi"

He didn't get to finish his reply as a piercing scream ripped from his throat shattering windows and doors around them. In fact it seemed that throughout the entire castle structures not made of concrete were being destroyed.

Hermione ducked to the ground covering her head from the splinters and glass flying all around her while she heard Harry screams intensify to a point that she thought he would definitely lose his vocal cords. Risking a glance at him she saw that the glow around his hands had now covered his entire body and he arched as if he were a bow being pulled taut and ready to fire.

An unseen force began to push at her, pushing her away from Harry in a wave like motion.

The light, now as bright as the midday sun, began to leave his body in waves and pulsing as if it was a beating heart. It swept across her caressingly, warming her to her very core, lingering only a moment before it spread throughout the tower, swiftly engulfing everything in its path.

The outward pulsing of light increased as Hermione stood from the ground.

The force that previously held her away was gone now but she was transfixed where she stood as she saw Harry slowly rose off the ground, no longer screaming but still pulsing, in fact no sound could be heard as his arms and legs began to spread wide with his head held back.

He started to spin, slowly at first then gradually going faster until his form was completely obscured by the now blinding light.

Hermione raise her arm to block most of the intensity from her eyes while trying to continue to watch but the light was too bright to the point that it was unbearable.

She turned her face towards the now glassless window and saw that the light from Harry had consumed the entire grounds as well. From her view point it was as if the light was spreading across the whole country, every area as far as the eye could see was lit up as if it were day instead of night.

The image was magnificent and had captured her entire focus in that moment, which had prevented her from seeing that the light had now centered on Harry's heart before completely sinking into him.

It was the thud from Harry's body falling to the ground that alerted her back to the situation at hand. She ran to him lifting his head and shaking him slightly to try and wake him up. She could hear the sounds of approaching footsteps rushing towards her but was too scared to even acknowledge whoever it was as it appeared that Harry wasn't breathing.

Voices were all shouting, concerned and afraid, asking question after question the closer they got. She ignored them however and tried to push air into Harry's lungs then pump his heart.

"What's going on here?"

She didn't look up, she knew that voice well.

"Headmaster Dumbledore" she said during the silence that descended after he spoke, "get Madam Pomfrey!"

"Miss Gran…"

"I SAID GET MADAM POMFREY ITS HARRY, HES'S DEAD!"

A/N

This is my first attempt at writing and publishing, please be honest not cruel.

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