Darkness Rising is set in the same time span that is covered by HP5. It does NOT center on Harry and his friends, but rather four original characters. Darkness Rising follows Blood Unwanted, the equivalent of HP4. Both fics are canon through HP3. Both are also what are called roleplays – a sort of round robin story if you will - and thus were written by myself and another author. The format is not typical novel-format, and the different styles represent the two authors. Mine is plain text. As you will notice, plain text encompasses the characters of Remus Lupin, Sasha Burlitz, Trix Fear, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter, and occasionally others. Italicized text encompasses Amaris Quinn, Sirius Black, Fred and George Weasley, Veronique Delacroux, many of the other Weasleys, as well as others. I hope you will enjoy this out-of-the-ordinary fanfic. Without further ado:

Darkness Rising

Chapter 1 : Recruitment and Prophecies

---The Ministry of Magic – May 1995---

Amaris sat at her desk, shuffling through some papers with a sigh, occasionally adding a few notes to the pages. She glanced up, noticing everyone was looking at her, causing her to quirk a brow in confusion. She looked down to her papers again, filing them into the cabinet behind her desk, turning this time to see everyone's eyes on the clock, whispering about the time and watching her again before turning away.

Dumbledore slowly rode the elevator up to her floor, waiting patiently each time the elevator stopped, checking the clock calmly before they continued on up.

Growing more and more suspicious as the whispers continued, she was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. She slowly got up, trying to play it coy as she moved to a cabinet closer to the crowds, but as soon as she stood everyone fell silent and went back to work. She sighed in frustration and went back to her desk.

Frantic whispers went up as the elevator doors dinged open and Albus Dumbledore stepped off them, strolling purposefully down the rows of desks to Amaris Quinn's, tapping on it's surface gently to get her attention.

She sighed in relief, believing someone would actually tell her what was going on. She glanced up, about to speak before she paused. "Headmaster?" She asked confusedly. "How can I help you?"

He smiled and nodded slightly. "Hello Amaris. I've come to save you from being arrested." He said jovially, smiling down at her.

She stared up at him. "...what?" She asked, bewildered. "Arrested? Why would I be arrested?" She asked with a slight laugh.

He looked slightly sad. "For being a suspected spy." He said softly, waving her up. "I'm offering you a position with the Order of the Phoenix. You have heard of them, have you not?"

"A spy? What?" She was outraged but went quiet, gripping the desk slightly. "Of course I've heard of the Order." She said softly, looking around. "...they're really coming to arrest me?"

He nodded, the elevator doors dinging open behind him, a group of seedy looking men stepping off, looking at a picture and then looking around. "Will you join then, dear?" He asked with a smile.

Her eyes went slightly wide and nodded. "Okay, you've got me." She said simply, grabbing what few personal things she had on her desk, throwing them into her bag. Grabbing a piece of parchment she created a resignation, without Dumbledore not even having to ask her. As soon as she signed her name the men approached and she held up the slip. "I resign." She said to them, holding up the parchment.

They stared at the paper in slight shock. Slowly the leader took the paper and Dumbledore nodded to the politely. "Good day, gentlemen." He said, offering his arm to Amaris and escorting her out.

As they left the building, Amaris took a glance back. "Well, goodbye life." She said with a wave at the building before looking at Dumbledore. "Now, what exactly do you need me for?"

---St. Mungo's – London – Late June 1995---

A pretty nurse opened the door to Sasha Burlitz's room. Inside, the woman lay in a white-clad hospital bed, her blond curls framing her face, eyes closed, frame unmoving with the exception of the gentle quiver of her breathing.

Albus had been waiting for some time to go and see the patient, and in that time he had managed to consume three lemon sorbets from the kind lady behind the desk. He smiled jovially when the nurse came to retrieve him, following her along the halls, hands behind his back. When she opened the door he thanked her, watching as she went in to ensure everything was alright before she left. Waiting until she was a ways down the hall, Dumbledore stepped into the door frame, the light casting him in a silhouette.

The woman stirred slightly, her fair head tossing on the pillow as the light changed on her face. She fell still as he stepped into the room, hardly breathing.

He examined her for a moment before stepping in and shutting the door quietly, approaching her with soft footfalls.

As soon as his footsteps grew near, her eyes snapped open, emitting eerie dark blue light, her normally light blue eyes now a field of stars. "Albus Dumbledore?" Her voice asked, though an octave lower than it normally would be, her body slowly rising out of the bed to hover upright.

He seemed relatively human to her sudden change, watching her. "Yes, Albus Dumbledore, collector of wool socks." He said in all seriousness. "My favorite jam happens to be blackcurrant, if you're interested."

"Albus Dumbledore, I have a prophecy for you." Her voice teased slightly, sounding rather amused. "Listen well." Bright white light joined the dark blue.

"By blood connected, by law entwined, two girls are tied to you.
One of vile and tainted blood, the other of blood true.
The first the heir of Gryffindor, a proud and noble race.
The deux the spawn of wretch and spoil, a name of great disgrace.

Separately born and together raised these children of the war,
can decide the fate and lives of all, if apart from each be tore.
The one of good will light the way, while darkness takes the two.
Keep them tight together and no evil they will do."

At the last word her body jerked, the light being sucked back into her before she fell limp, the air no longer suspending her as she fell towards the ground.

Dumbledore took a quick step forward, catching her before she hit the ground. He sighed, looking her over before he set her back upon the bed. "Let us hope you will have more to say later, my dear." He petted her hair gently before going out to arrange her release into his custody.

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Disclaimer: This is a piece of FANFICTION written about both original characters and characters belonging to J.K.Rowling. Anyone you don't recognize is a work of my brain, or my co-writer's brain. Please do not steal them, and please do not sue me! I am a high school student – you will get nothing.

Comments are greatly appreciated, flames are not. If you don't like the characters, then don't read my story. Thank you soooo much, and I hope you enjoyed Darkness Rising and will continue reading. :)