Title: Black and White Make Gray (1st in the Light Shadows, Dark Sun Arc)

Author: Shinigami's necromancer and Impish Harlequin

Pairings: None

Warnings: None

Spoilers: Nope

Disclaimer: Yeah, we don't own Harry Potter, Hogwarts, the few teachers we kept....we own very little. We're just borrowing the concepts and we'll give them back at a later date.....in pretty much the same condition we found them. I don't recommend suing. I have lint on a good day. I dunno what Harlequin has in her pockets....I don't go in there often. *shudders*

A/N: This is set 11 years in the future from Harry's graduation. As such, being the yaoi loving fans we are, decided that like millions of others before us, that Harry and Draco look good together. As such, they live together. This is sort of a follow-up to Ties of Darkness which I will get around to finishing. I just realized I had it. *does victory dance* Anyway, Quin and I took some liberties, it's called author's license. So there. :p Any and all flames will be used to roast marshmellows.

Chapter 1

The twins had long ago learned that to avoid problems, one had to make yourself unnoticeable. This was something they'd prided themselves on since the day that the Chief of Police and his dark haired lover had brought them home. In a household where you're very likely to spot some unusual goings on, it was a relief to the pair to know that they wouldn't be blamed for things like glasses moving on their own or plates shattering for no reason. Especially when Ara Mama visited prior to her death.

That had always led to strange occurrences and it even now unnerved the pair that they wouldn't get in trouble if they decided to do things differently. Like dry plates at the same time they washed them.

Which was one of the things that brought them where they were now. On a train speeding through the English countryside.

Hotaru Nahoe scowled slightly at the clear windows. It was a bright day. One better spent outside rather than locked inside a school bound train. Storm-gray eyes narrowed slightly, absently pulling at loose threads in the midnight blue dragon shirt she wore. The shirt was high enough that one could see the black studded belt wrapped around her waist, the silver studded glinting the glaring sunlight. The belt held up black jeans that ended in thick, heavy combat boots. Dark brown, almost black waves fell around her shoulders loosely as her single hair tie had already been commandeered by the boy beside her.

Ken Nahoe was taller than his sister by about an inch or so (5' 5" to her 5' 3.5"), black shoulder-length hair tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Unlike his sister's more morbid jewelry tastes, he had a single hoop in his left ear. A thick leather-bound book sat in a blue denim clad lap, a black and white kitten curled against his leg, the edges of a green shirt ending above the kitten's paws, taunting the small animal. Gray eyes flew quickly over the pages, invisible fingers turning the worn parchment once a page was finished.

"Ken-nii-chan...are we there yet?"

The boy didn't look up from his book, "Is the train still moving?"

"Aa."

"There's your answer."

Hotaru scowled at her brother's indifference. He'd taken more to Nagi-oji- san, Ran-oji-san and Crawford-oji-san. As a result of this, he was far more stoic and apathetic than his rather hyperactive sister. She on the other hand had been influenced more by Schu-chan (as Ara Mama called him), Ken- oji-san and Omi-oji-san. Despite the differences in personality, the pair got along well. After, bad company is better than none, right?

"Tsumaranai..."

"That's nice. However, it's not in my job description to entertain you imouto. You have to do it on your own."

"Honto?" she inquired, glad he hadn't looked up to see the smirk across her features.

"Aa. Now, if you're gonna go hassle normals, make sure you're not caught. We're unusual even by wizarding standards."

"I know Ken-nii-chan," she told him cheerfully as she stood, "We're unusual by everyone's standards after all, ne?"

"Hn."

Hotaru frowned again and flounced out of the compartment. The halls were empty except for the loud sounds of laughter emanating from several of the cars. She grinned wryly. Would it be different this time? The two had spent their lives being shunned for their abilities until Nagi-oji-san and Omi- oji-san had come along. Even then, it had never stopped. Just went from the orphanage kids to their classmates until Omi-oji-san had gotten them a tutor. Not that they minded. No, not at all, but even Nagi-oji-san had agreed that to send them to Hogwarts would be a good thing to do once the letters arrived.

Hotaru stopped outside a compartment with about five or six people in it. Peering behind the metal that surrounded the door, she stared inside, mentally assessing the group. The redhead boy closest to her was probably smart, if not at least a little clueless, no threat there. He was telling the others something that they seem to find hilariously funny. Beside him was a black haired girl with gold eyes in jeans and a t-shirt. She couldn't be a threat either, too busy laughing at Red. Beside the two of them was a small blonde boy who seemed to be torn between laughing and cowering in a corner to hide. Judging by his posture and temperament, the girl wouldn't have been surprised if he did the latter. Beside him was a slightly older girl who viewed the proceedings with a grim smile. Hotaru grinned; she'd get along with Ken wonderfully. Beside the older girl was another girl that vaguely resembled a rather nasty pit-bull with copper hair and hazel eyes. Hotaru snorted in disgust. This was what she had to compete with? No challenge whatsoever. No one in the car noticed the girl's grin as the door slid open soundlessly before their stuff began falling from the ceiling.

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Aaron Malfoy swept down the corridors in annoyance. His sister had changed the password on his trunk again. This made it six times in the last week that she'd found out what it was and changed it just to piss him off. He'd be glad when they got to the school. She wouldn't be allowed to change it there he thought triumphantly.

Aaron lived with his father, his father's husband and his sister. While he more resembled his absent mother Selene, he had his father's steel gray eyes. As he'd found out, as he got older, Harry's habit of wearing Muggle clothes (Aaron found that jeans and t-shirts were quite comfortable) was a hard habit to break and the black haired Malfoy heir found he wasn't looking forward to seven years of robes. The boy idly tapped his sketchbook against his thigh as he strode in the general direction he was sure his sister was in. she was never that hard to find, just search for the loudest concentration of noise in a given area, you were sure to find her.

He turned into a corridor to find a dark haired girl in blue standing next to a door, hidden from the occupants. His scowl deepened as he walked forward, sneakers silent on the metal floor.

"What are you doing?"

The girl turned to face him abruptly, storm-gray eyes wide.

"Nandemonai..."

"If you're going to annoy people, at least throw something that's on fire," he mumbled half-heartedly, figuring the girl was playing some sort of pranks on the room's unsuspecting occupants.

"Sou...that's a good idea! Why didn't I think of that?" she muttered softly to herself, shoving a hand into her pockets and pulling out a few sheets of paper and a lighter.

"What..."

"As I said, it's a fabulous idea, now, stand back," the girl ordered, setting fire to the crumbled ball of paper and mentally throwing it.

There was a loud shriek and the black haired girl laughed, grabbing his arm ad dragging him the way he'd come.

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Ken didn't' bother to look up as the door to the compartment was slammed open and shut. The kitten in his lap however, did. He heard the sound of someone collapsing into a seat, giggling madly and shook his head. He didn't want to know what his sister had been up to.

"Kami-sama....that was awesome!"

Ken set the book down after marking his page. Kuroi took this as an invitation and curled up in his lap to take a nap. He knew this was going to lead to trouble. Standing beside his sister was a black haired boy with steel eyes in jeans and a royal blue shirt. He looked confused.

"What did you do this time?" Ken sighed, knowing his sister had caused someone plenty of grief. One of Schuldig's influences.

"Well, ok, at first it was mild, ya know, just pickin' up their stuff and dropping it on them," the girl began.

Ken nodded to indicate he was listening.

"And well, I'd just dropped a book on Pit-bull when..."

"Aaron."

"Aaron came along and suggested that I throw fireballs. I figured it was a good idea so I did it and hit the girl with black hair and gold eyes..." Hotaru trailed off.

"Who'd you hit?" Aaron growled.

"A black haired girl with...gold...eyes..."

"That's my sister!!"

"Your sister? Schist!" Hotaru screamed before ducking behind Ken as the steel-eyed boy charged.

Aaron was pissed. Granted, Relena got on his nerves, a lot. But she was still his sister and he couldn't let her get hurt. His only thought was to wring the gray-eyed girl's neck when he bounced off an outstretched arm.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that," the owner of the arm stated softly, "But it's a matter of principle. Can't let my imouto get hurt, what kind of brother would I be then?"

"Fine, I won't hit her. Promise."

Aaron frowned and resorted to glaring at the girl. There was something off with these two.

"Ne, I'm sorry, honest! I'll even go find her and apologize," the boy's sister mumbled from behind her brother.

She slowly emerged from behind him and approached the door, tossing a look over her shoulder.

"Ne, Ken-nii-chan, I'm sorry I caused trouble again."

"Hn."

"Ja ne!" she said brightly, dragging Aaron back into the hallway and out of earshot of her brother.

"Ok, look, if you're gonna hit me, do so now, ok? Just make sure it isn't noticeable, I don't like it when he worries," Hotaru growled.

Aaron stared. She wanted him to hit her as long as her brother didn't know. He frowned, brows knitting together in agitation.

"Look, I won't hit you, I promised and I make a point of keeping my word.... for the most part."

"Honto ni? I suppose that's good to know. Start over? I'm Hotaru Nahoe. That was my brother, Ken."

"Aaron Malfoy."

"AARON!!!"

The pair turned to see the girl from earlier, ebony pigtails bobbing behind her, tears streaming down her face.

"Relena..." Aaron muttered, frozen in place. She was really scary sometimes.

"Aaron!! Someone...threw...a...ball...of...fire...at...me...!!" she wailed between sobs.

"Gomen nasai, I apologize," Hotaru anwsered brightly.

The door slid open, Ken leaning against the door jamb.

"Will all of you kinldy be quiet? Mou...I'm trying to read," he growled.

"Sorry," the pigtailed girl answered softly, having the decency to look ashamed at her volume.

The stormy eyed boy's scowl deepened. This was supposed to be a good time for him to catch up on his reading damnit! Not babysitting his sister and some whiny child!

"Hotaru, why don't you go get something to eat," Ken stated blandly, "you'll at least be quiet for a while," he muttered under his breath.

"I'll go too!" Relena cried, the incident with the fireball forgotten.

Hotaru glared at Ken as Relena latched on to the gray eyed girl.

"Just think of it as retribution for burning her," Ken whispered with a smirk.

"I'll kill you for this Ken," she hissed.

As the two girls went down the hall, Ken laughed quietly to himself. It was true what they said about payback being a bitch, he mused to himself.

Shrugging he turned and went back, casting a bored look over his shoulder at the still stunned Aaron.

"You're welcome to come in if you want, it'll be quiet, at least until they come back."

Following the other's example, Aaron went into the compartment and sat down, opening his sketchbook. Ken was again immersed in his book and the compartment was quiet, save for the loud purring of Kuroi who'd chosen to curl up beside Aaron.

A/N: Ken: Wow...that's so much better than what I had before. *shakes head* I'll never know what the hell was wrong with me that day. Aaron: Everything. Ken: Bite me. Aaron: Anytime. Hotaru: Not now!! Later!! Out of the public eye you pervs!!

And if anyone wants to help us out and donate a Sorting Hat Song, we will love you forever!! And you'd get credit and stuff. We'd do it, but we can't ryhme, nope, no siree bob. Anyway, in case you were wondering, this Relena has nothing to do with Gundam Wing Relena. That was the name that Harlequin chose, not me. *shrugs* We're lovers, we listen to each other....sometimes.