So here it is, my infamous Harry Potter fanfction that I crossovered with my Masayume Pinkgirl story. I've been working on this, off and on, for a while now and I can't believe I'm finally uploading it (and on of all places).
First things First, I would like to say I have every ounce of repsect for J.K. Rowling and the extraordinary work she has done to write the Harry Potter series. I was unfortunate to come into the fan base late (like after the 6th book was released) but have enjoyed every moment of it. I would also like to say to please read the books before reading this, because they are far better than anything I could ever write.
Finally I would also like to say since I did cross this with my own characters of my own creation, I am sure alot of readers will be really confused about who they are and the story behind them. I am going to try my best to put in as much explaination as I can about them, but if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask me in a review.
So I think that's everything I wanted to say for now. If I do any more of these Author notes, I swear they wont be near as long. So I hope you enjoy my story,
PinkGirl
Hikari - Chapter One
No matter what the time
You're just alone
Destiny forgotten,
Even though you kept going.
Inside of the sudden light you awaken
In the middle of the night
(Hikari by Hikaru Utada)
In a lone apartment, a young woman just sighed in frustration as she opened a letter at a last chance for somewhat of a job. "Dear Miss Jennifer Noir…blah blah blah…yada yada yada…we regret to inform you…ugh…"
After spending months trying to get somewhat of a life together, Jennifer Noir, also known as the Lady of Black, Guardian of Darkness, and ex-arch nemesis of Pinkgirl, wanted to start a career in teaching. She didn't know why, but she felt compelled to education. When she used teaching high school algebra as a front to spy on her brother and his girlfriend, but for some odd reason the young adult enjoyed babysitting a bunch of over-hormoned teenagers who usually used her class as naptime. However she had yet again failed at another prospect job because during every interview she got, she was asked one, why she disappeared after her last job, Two, why she didn't get a job for a time, and three, why all of her references didn't seem to exist. So Jennifer kept cursing herself for realizing that having the source of all darkness as a career backer wasn't so bad after all.
About ready to give up, Jennifer collapsed on her bed; Trying to get herself some sort of a life harder than she thought. She turned over and she gazed to her dresser where there was a framed picture of her and her brother, of whom she found out existed a few months ago, and an old photo of her as a five year old with her late mother who she forgot about. Jennifer was instantly reminded of what her evil, over controlling father took her away so she could follow the destiny he so carefully planned for her. Now she was determined to make up lost time with the one member of her family she has left.
Though all of it meant crap if she can't even a stupid job so she could start her new life, and after a million resumes and applications, she was starting to believe she was ever going to be teacher at all.
Tap! Tap!
"What the Hell?"
Oh how very wrong she was.
Jennifer jumped up from her bed and nearly fell over for what she saw on the other side of her apartment window. A small grey owl was perched on the window ledge, giving her a soft "hoot" as it stared her with big yellow eyes. Jennifer just rose from her bed, awfully confused because she hasn't seen an owl like that in years and thought she would ever see one again. When she opened the sliding glass, she saw the thick roll of parchment next to the owl's feet.
"I think you have the wrong address" Jennifer told it.
The owl merely hooted again as it pointed it's beak at her.
"Okay, but I don't think I have any money to give you, at least not on me." She said.
The owl merely nudged its head to a note rolled on top of the paper, saying it was a "pre-paid delivery".
"Fine, but who would want to send me an issue of The Daily Prophet?"
The owl just hooted again and swooped away into the sky.
Jennifer rolled her eyes as she sat down at her desk, untying the parchment and taking at look at it. The front headline spoke of the death of a student (She thought that suicidal tournament was banned for centuries) but her eyes grew wide when it spoke of the rumored return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named by the Boy Who Lived. Wonderful, now her father has an old buddy to have reunion with. She searched through the rest of the newspaper, seeing if there was anything else she was meant to see. It was then she spotted the advertisement for a teaching job that would be perfect for her. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, but it would mean having to move away from her brother for awhile, unless she was able string him into the school, and maybe his girlfriend and all their friends as well, which could be possible, but a very long shot.
After a few moments of careful thinking, Jennifer pulled of a nicest piece of stationary she could find and the best ink pen she had and started to write a letter that would probably change her life forever;
Dear Albus Dumbledore,
Headmaster of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Please excuse the use of these muggle materials, but I wish to reply to your request for a Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher.
It was the dead of night in a dark lair in a secret place very far away in the world. The walls were old and dusty; the ceiling was covered with a thousand cobwebs, for it's been along time since anyone was able to securely enter these halls. Figures in dark robes were gathered together, whispering to each other through their skeleton masks in sinister joy. Their Dark Lord had finally returned after so many years and will now lead them to greatness once again. As they waited for their master, someone else appeared from the shadows, someone they have never seen before and they knew didn't belong with them.
"Who goes there?" one of them demanded "Who dares enter the place of the Dark Lord?"
"One who is even Darker than he" The stranger replied as he stepped to go past them, "And who wishes to see him."
They swarmed around the stranger in darkness, blocking his path.
"And for what reason do you wish to have audience with the Dark Lord?" Another demanded.
"Nothing that concerns you" The stranger simply answered.
"How dare you!" Another spoke out in anger. "Adava Kadavra!"
Green lighting shot out a wand and hit the intruder squarely in the chest, but it merely cascaded around his body and shot through the floor passed him, not even leaving a scratch.
He simply smirked at them. "Would you like to try that again?"
The hooded figures scrambled to each other, not knowing what just happened before their eyes.
"Well look who has graced me with his presence after so many years." A slithering voice spoke from the darkness.
The hooded figures parted as their Dark Lord Voldemort made his entrance into the room.
"Ah, there you are" The stranger replied "I was wondering when you were going to spare me these pathetic imbeciles."
"My Lord, this intruder has no respect for us and who we are!" A voice shouted out.
Voldemort glared the stranger in the darkness for only a second, and then turned to the others.
"My Death Eaters" He said, "Please give us for a moment alone, NOW!"
As soon as they shuffled out of the hall, Voldemort merely crossed his arms and addressed his unexpected visitor.
"Long time no see my old friend." The Dark Lord greeted.
"Long time indeed" The other replied back.
"So what brings the Angel of Darkness here after so many years" He asked
"I heard of rumors your 'rebirth' and had to come see it for myself"
The stranger then circled around Voldemort. "I can see you were able to perform some very dark ancient magic to come back to life." He said studying the Dark Lord. "You used his blood, did you not? I'm actually impressed"
"Now you know as well as I you not here to congratulate me what I have done." The other said. "Let me guess, your plans didn't turn out as well as you hope?"
The Angel of Darkness just smirked at Voldemort. "No unfortunately I have had to deal with some annoying problems of my own."
He glared at Voldemort with narrow eyes. They were pure black, like two endless pools of darkness.
"I came here to tell you, our enemies will soon unite" He explained "and you will need my help to defeat them. In fact, yours seemed to be watching us right now."
He held one of his fingers up and pressed on Voldemort's forehead, causing a sharp, painful jolt.
Harry Potter woke up in his bed, grasping his aching scar.