Baby, the stars shine bright

Chapter 1: Unexplained Grief

Harry looked out the window, secretly wishing he could disappear into the shadows and never return to his bland home on number four Privet Drive. At the tender age of eight, Harry Potter was very grateful that his large uncle was not home, as he had to put some extra hours in at the office.

Living with him, his petite wife, and immense son, the small boy was never noticed and never socialized with. He was very smart for his age, so kids his age didn't play with him, the class geek/outcast. That, and also his cousin, Dudley, threats pretty much kept everyone away.

Standing at a mere 4'5, he weighed 56 pounds and was pale as a ghost (As his aunt and uncle rarely allowed him out of the cupboard unless it was for the bathroom.). His shaggy, unkempt hair was a dark brown and stopped a couple of inches below his shoulders. His piercing green eyes glowed dimly with knowledge and were joyless as he looked out on the dark street.

He was currently standing in the guest room; the other two occupants in the house were fast asleep. He wished he could do the same, wrap up tight in his poor excuse of a blanket and let sleep consume him after he checked the cupboard he slept in for stray rodents or insects.

But he couldn't.

For three restless days he tried to get some sleep or catch a quick nap, but all his efforts had failed miserably. His eyelids ached and he felt the need to pass out. 'If I did, at least I would get some sleep' he thought.

Staring into the vast midnight sky, Harry wondered about the lighting bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He always wondered about it, even though he knew how he had gained it. At least from what his uncle had told him. It was gained the night his parents died, the car accident or so his uncle had said. Harry knew that he had not obtained the scar from a car accident. And he knew that his parents, Lily and James Potter, had not died in a simple car crash. It couldn't be true.

Sometimes he experienced horrifying pain, which always would start out as a slight burning sensation. And it would always start from the area, (mind you, not the whole forehead) which his scar was at.

Suddenly, something jumped across the night sky into his backyard. Gapping, Harry leaned out the window to get a better look of the creature that had tumbled into his yard. Squinting into the darkness, he saw a pair of legs adorned with expensive looking black stiletto boots. His eyes widened, and not taking a moment to think, he sprinted out the door and down the stairs. Harry swung the front door open, which he thought was amazing because of his small form, and ran to the back of the house.

The sight that greeted his eyes was stunning and would forever be imprinted into his mind.

There, on the soft moist grass lay an angel, who was greatly injured. Lying on her back, her vast white wings were spotted with blood. Her long blonde hair circled her and also held the crimson liquid. Her face was scrunched up with pain as she mumbled something Harry couldn't hear. She was wearing something one would describe as Goth or punk, something that most wouldn't think a heavenly being would wear.

Spotting him, her eyes widen and she opened her mouth to speak, but soon regretted it as blood dripped from the corners of her mouth, making Harry feel queasy. She willed her hand to rise, making a shooing motion towards him, as if he didn't belong there.

He suddenly knew why.

Jumping from a near neighbor's yard, a man planted himself feet away from him and began walking to the mysterious seraph. He wore a light blue shirt and gray pants. Weird shaped badges and pins were attached on his breast pocket. He had a small hat on his head that was also blue. He seemed like a police officer of sorts, and one with high command.

The strange officer pulled a piece of paper from his pants pocket, arrogantly cleared his throat, and started to read.

"Ex-Crown High Princess Serenity of the Golden Age, you are hereby under arrest for your crimes which include willingly helping convicts, robbery of priceless artifacts, ships, and money, treachery to the Three High Kingdoms, and slaughter of three High Princesses, two low officers and a crowd of innocent bystanders. Any thing you say will be used against you and if caught, your 'gang' will face the Inaccessible Penalty, without trial."

The officer smirked and extracted strange handcuffs from his pocket and was about to bind her when he noticed Harry. Harry felt alarmed, what was he going to do to him? The officer suddenly seemed anxious and was nervous when he asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here? How much did you see?" The interruption of seeing Harry, and uncertainty of the officer was all the angel needed.

The officer screamed in pain after the presume angel bite him on his leg. Hard. He stumbled away from her and fell to his knees.

"You creepy bitch!" He yelled out in rage as he grasped his leg. The Angel quickly stood up, but by all means she was not straight. Her breath was harsh and a thin line of blood trailed down her pale face. She took one look at the scared Harry and flashed him a reassuring smile, which did make him feel a bit better.

She slipped an advanced looking gun out under her black tulle and lace dress and pointed at the now worried and scared "officer." The man stopped his rant about how she would die a terrible death at his hands when he noticed the gun. He slowly raised his arms above his heads, dropped the glowing handcuffs, and tried to smile dazzle her with his smile and charm.

"Ya know," he said, flipping his dirty honey brown hair." you're just what I seek in the ideal wife for me. Beautiful, powerful, a bit of a temper, and you seem to know how to treat a man well. I bet you know how treat a man well in bed too. "After saying this he flashed a seductive smirk at her amused face. The angel or Serenity slightly tilted her head to the side and laughed, despite the fact that it hurt her. She almost fell to the floor, her face was flushed and it seemed she had a hard time stopping.

"That was hilarious," she said, wiping tears of her face. "I never heard such bull shit in my life and coming from me, that's saying something." As she got up, she exhaled deeply and pointed the gun at him. The smirk and playful eyes were no longer on her pale face. She was suddenly solemn, and that scared Harry. Then without a word, she pulled the trigger and a light transparent beam pierce the man in the head, right in the middle. The man didn't even have a chance to react and as he fell Harry saw a large chunk of his head missing.

Harry had the urge to throw up. He repressed the vomit and gagged. He suddenly wished he never looked out of the bedroom window. If only he had just stayed in his cupboard; none of this would have ever had happen. He was going to die; by the hands of an angel/murderer no less!

Serenity looked at him with what appeared pity and great sadness. She started to walk towards him but he took a step back. She looked at him with an unreadable expression and then started walking to him. This time, Harry was frozen with fright and when she stopped a foot away from him, he felt his heart stop in his very chest. She stood over him with her height about 5'6(must have been those heels she was wearing.)

Her long grimy hair hid her face. Her body and face was caked with patches of dried blood and she seemed like she would faint any minute. There was a long silence that loomed over them for about a couple of minutes. Then without hesitation, she hugged him. She gave him a tight hug and silently started to cry into his hair, whispering over and over that she was sorry. Harry, who was shocked, didn't know what to do and just stood there as Serenity cried.

They stood there for ten minutes, not making a move. Serenity's tears were all dried up when Harry asked hoarsely, "So what happens now?" The question lingered in the air for a moment before she replied.

"I don't know," Harry, sighed, this was getting nowhere. "But what I do know is that I feel something in you." Harry was confused and before he could answer, she passed out.

It was all so sudden, her weight just shifted onto him, and Harry struggled to keep him and herself up. He had to get her medical attention! Harry placed her on the ground with a light 'thump!' and looked around nervously. If he brought her inside, he would definitely get in trouble and have Serenity kicked to the curb like yesterday's trash. And how would he explain the dead guy, the Durlseys would definitely blame him!

Young Harry paced back and fro, thinking about his options and their consequences. Harry stopped pacing and stood over Serenity's limp body. Her breathing was shallow and her skin was clammy and pale. She was a princess, one who was obviously not from Earth, but some strange alien planet. Harry didn't know why but he felt a deep sadness in his heart at the thought of Serenity dieing. And it didn't help he was powerless. Harry did the only thing a child could do in this certain situation: he cried.

Harry was on his knees, weeping for his life and hers. Weeping for not being strong enough to save her, for his dead parents, and for his miserable life. As his tears continually hit Serenity's face, Harry noticed that a light was shining from her forehead. He pulled back the bloody bangs and saw a small crescent moon, right in the center, shining with all its might. Harry's own forehead began to warm up slightly. But it was different from the pain of his scar.

Suddenly Serenity's crescent moon shot a small transparent beam towards his forehead. Harry sniffed and prepared himself for pain but it never came. Instead, a gentle wave of content and peace spread throughout him and Harry closed his eyes in bliss. A few moments later, the feeling disappeared as quickly as it came and Harry opened his eyes with disappointment.

Harry gasped and a new wave of tears hit him. Serenity's eyes were open and she smiled a small smile. She was still bloody but her injuries were all gone! It was like nothing ever happened to her! Serenity sat up, completely fine and Harry threw his arms around her and sobbed.

"I-I-I thought I l-l-lost you..." Was all Harry could get out. Serenity smiled and stroked his hair while whispering words of comfort in his ear. Harry unexpectedly felt exhausted; his eyelids drooped and his arms felt heavy as steel. Harry fell asleep; he held her so tightly to him, as if he was scared she would disappear. Serenity smiled and traced his eyes with her index finger. He didn't even know why he felt the emotions he felt about her, she mused. She wondered how he would take the truth.

Serenity frowned as she felt how thin he was. Harry yawned deep in his sleep, and snuggled up closer for warmth. Serenity smiled and kissed Harry on his forehead.

"I thought I lost you too, Saturn..."

I do not own SM or HP, but I do wish I own Draco Malfoy. Sorrowfully, dreams only stay that: Dreams. I live in a forest with dark elves and sinister creatures, and reviews lights the fire that keeps good creatures away. (They always poke me with a stick+) And are greatly appreciated as flames and constructive criticism. I don't think this story is cliché and hope it not to be.