Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter.Big surprise, ne.x.x
Also review please. This is my first fic so.just keep that in mind. Flames welcomed. Pairings: only one is for sure, and that is Hermione and Ron. For Serenity you need to vote. Serenity and Snape, Sere and Harry, Sere and Draco, or single and she dies of loneliness.xD the last one is not a choice you nincompoop. Anyways.On with the story!
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Harry lay restlessly in bed. His dreams were plagued with nightmares where he stood in the Department of Mysteries, Sirius standing cheerfully beside him only to be pulled away through the veil yelling for Harry's help, but no matter what he did Sirius always vanished. Followed by his godfather's voice booming above him, blaming Harry for his death. Because of these dreams Harry hardly ever slept, shadowed bags under his eyes proof of this. On his desk lay an unfinished potions essay and his last letter from Remus. Hedwig sat sleeping in her cage, she had return from hunting an hour before. Aunt Petunia's knocking awoke Harry from his thoughts.
"I'm up! Be down in a second!" Harry yelled back and changed out of his nightclothes. Downstairs Vernon sat on the couch with a letter in his hands, reading it over.
"Oh good. Sit down boy." Harry did as he was told, and sat on the couch. "My sister Amanda is coming today, you hear? You are to be on your best behavior. You may stay down stairs if you wish, but no speaking of that bloody school of yours, or your.. differences. Understand?" Vernon said, almost jumping as the sound of a car pulling up was heard. "Understand?" He muttered again as he stood. Harry simply nodded.
'God.I think I'll spend the summer upstairs.don't want another Marge incident.' Harry laughed silently to himself at that thought. The door opened before Vernon even got past the couch. A woman walked inside, she was thinner then her brother but not by much, her brown hair was curled and fell to her shoulders.
"Ah! Vernon! Wonderful to see you again! And where is my little Nephew Dudley?" She smiled and looked around. "Come on you bloody girl." She shot a glare behind her. Harry stopped and peered over at her last comment. Amanda had come inside, and behind her stood a girl that couldn't have been any older then him. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Her hair was pure silver, braided, and put into a bun, with a bit of hair falling from the bun to her shoulders. Her skin was flawless and pale white, much like the color of the moon. She was deathly thin though, and her crystalline blue eyes held more pain and sorrow then even Harry could imagine. In her arms she held three large bags.
"Boy!" Vernon yelled as he saw Harry staring. Harry came down and looked up.
"Yes?" He questioned, his eyes still on the girl.
"Show the girl to the guest room.Speaking of which. Who is she, Amanda? She can't possibly be your daughter." Amanda snorted.
"Thank god for that! I don't know who she is. Her name is Serenity, but I found her one-day and cared for her. She now is like my little Cinderella, and the perfect little thing to place your rage on. She heals really fast; it is slightly unnerving how quickly her wounds disappear." Harry stared at the girl and motioned for her to follow him, after taking two of her bags. Once upstairs he looked back.
"My name is Harry." She looked up at him, and tried to force a smile, but it wouldn't come.
"I am Serenity." She said softly, and placed the bag down at the foot of the bed. She then carefully began unpacking.
"Is what she said true? About venting her rage on you and stuff?" He questioned, and began to help her unpack Amanda's clothes. Serenity only nodded
Also review please. This is my first fic so.just keep that in mind. Flames welcomed. Pairings: only one is for sure, and that is Hermione and Ron. For Serenity you need to vote. Serenity and Snape, Sere and Harry, Sere and Draco, or single and she dies of loneliness.xD the last one is not a choice you nincompoop. Anyways.On with the story!
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Harry lay restlessly in bed. His dreams were plagued with nightmares where he stood in the Department of Mysteries, Sirius standing cheerfully beside him only to be pulled away through the veil yelling for Harry's help, but no matter what he did Sirius always vanished. Followed by his godfather's voice booming above him, blaming Harry for his death. Because of these dreams Harry hardly ever slept, shadowed bags under his eyes proof of this. On his desk lay an unfinished potions essay and his last letter from Remus. Hedwig sat sleeping in her cage, she had return from hunting an hour before. Aunt Petunia's knocking awoke Harry from his thoughts.
"I'm up! Be down in a second!" Harry yelled back and changed out of his nightclothes. Downstairs Vernon sat on the couch with a letter in his hands, reading it over.
"Oh good. Sit down boy." Harry did as he was told, and sat on the couch. "My sister Amanda is coming today, you hear? You are to be on your best behavior. You may stay down stairs if you wish, but no speaking of that bloody school of yours, or your.. differences. Understand?" Vernon said, almost jumping as the sound of a car pulling up was heard. "Understand?" He muttered again as he stood. Harry simply nodded.
'God.I think I'll spend the summer upstairs.don't want another Marge incident.' Harry laughed silently to himself at that thought. The door opened before Vernon even got past the couch. A woman walked inside, she was thinner then her brother but not by much, her brown hair was curled and fell to her shoulders.
"Ah! Vernon! Wonderful to see you again! And where is my little Nephew Dudley?" She smiled and looked around. "Come on you bloody girl." She shot a glare behind her. Harry stopped and peered over at her last comment. Amanda had come inside, and behind her stood a girl that couldn't have been any older then him. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Her hair was pure silver, braided, and put into a bun, with a bit of hair falling from the bun to her shoulders. Her skin was flawless and pale white, much like the color of the moon. She was deathly thin though, and her crystalline blue eyes held more pain and sorrow then even Harry could imagine. In her arms she held three large bags.
"Boy!" Vernon yelled as he saw Harry staring. Harry came down and looked up.
"Yes?" He questioned, his eyes still on the girl.
"Show the girl to the guest room.Speaking of which. Who is she, Amanda? She can't possibly be your daughter." Amanda snorted.
"Thank god for that! I don't know who she is. Her name is Serenity, but I found her one-day and cared for her. She now is like my little Cinderella, and the perfect little thing to place your rage on. She heals really fast; it is slightly unnerving how quickly her wounds disappear." Harry stared at the girl and motioned for her to follow him, after taking two of her bags. Once upstairs he looked back.
"My name is Harry." She looked up at him, and tried to force a smile, but it wouldn't come.
"I am Serenity." She said softly, and placed the bag down at the foot of the bed. She then carefully began unpacking.
"Is what she said true? About venting her rage on you and stuff?" He questioned, and began to help her unpack Amanda's clothes. Serenity only nodded