PROLOGUE
January 1st, 2001
People always said that strange things happened on full moons. Forbidden lovers held hands and jumped over cliffs to their death, opting to never live without each other. People who weren't known for being sleep walkers, woke up in their gardens. Your grandmother who was as fit as a fiddle suddenly died in her sleep. You name it, they happened, and all on a full moon. Tonight was no exception.
As Molly Weasley stared out her window remembering nights when her children would play a game of Quidditch under the tell-tale moon, a shadow emerged at the top of her lane. Minutes later, when the kitchen door opened and she reached for her wand, she would let out a scream that would cause her husband, Arthur to come running down the stairs.
The full moon made strange things happen all right. It made Harry Potter, dead to the wizarding world for four years, suddenly come back to life. It opened a barrel and spilled out heartache, loss and irreversible damage, and it made a man feel as if he were ready to forget about his horrible past and try and make amends so that he'd have a chance at a decent future.
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