Darkness and Light, Chapter One. This chapter has been updated as of 8/20/09

This is the sequel to my story The Princess of Hogwarts. Might want to read that first, or not :]

A little bit about this story before you read, if you please. Look up on the page and you'll see that this was started in '03 and went on until '05. When I wrote this, I was 12-15, and now I am 19. That said, my writing back then was deplorable. The idea was good, but my writing...bleh. That, and as I grew older I tried to make it more "funny," using methods of talking to myself pre- and post-chapter, putting in modern culture references, using random bad Japanese like most pre-teen fangirls do, and so on. Not good or serious writing at all. But because this was my second fic that I really put my heart into, I feel like I must rewrite it and make it into what I wanted it to be. That said, please do not review solely to tell me how terrible so-and-so is or how such-and-such doesn't happen because...trust me, I know. I'm workin' on it.

One by one, I will be updating the chapters. If you're reading this now, it is not fully updated, and there will be a point when you will come across one of the original, fangirly chapters. Please check back, though, because I want to get this done as quickly as possible. If you want to be notified when I update, just PM me!

One thing to note is, in the last story I changed the name of Princess Serenity's father from "Derrick" to "Osiris." In unedited chapters, it will still read as the former. Sorry for the confusion. Also, I added Tonks into the updated version of PoH, where in unedited chapters of this story, she isn't introduced until later.

Alright, enough of this long author's note. I hope you enjoy this not-so-awaited sequel. :3


Harry Potter was falling. He didn't know where he was falling to, how he got here, or even where he had started falling from. But whatever he was in, it was black, though he could still see his own body.

Every now and then, things streaked past him. Usually it was just shapes of light, but every now and then they took a more human form, the face usually twisted into a horrible grimace. One of the forms that fell past him, Harry noticed, looked remarkably like Cedric Diggory. Harry sighed, even though he couldn't actually hear it. He knew then that he was dreaming. Soon he knew he would hear screams of pain and agony, see dark cloaked shapes in masks float past him, and see the terrible sight of Lord Voldemort. He was used to it.

Ever since Cedric died, so did a bit of his sanity and calm. Though it had been over a year since his schoolmate died before his eyes, the dreams kept coming. For a while, when school started back, his mind was a bit clearer, but after Christmas, dreams of every sort were plaguing him nightly. Why at Christmas, he didn't know, he could barely remember what had happened last school year. Trying to think of it brought about dreams a different sort, dreams where he was dressed in his best, attending the event of the century with the most famous witches and wizards of another time, then before him they died in a flash of light.

Harry realized that he was no longer falling, but rather drifting, as his speed seemed to have slowed. He tried to look below him, where he saw a pinprick of light. As he drew closer, it grew bigger, and Harry realized that he was being drawn somewhere. As he slowed even more, he could see a cliff made of white rock and crystal, and a sea made of something that reminded him of champagne. As he entered this space, he managed to get himself at an upright angle. He finally stopped falling and was left hanging in the corner of this very bright space. Looking up, he could no longer see the black tunnel where he came from, only whiteness. He was just hanging there. And it wasn't dark anymore, either. In fact, it was very bright.

Before him were ten figures. They must have been angels, Harry thought, for they were all wearing dresses of white, had skin that seemed to shine like pearls. Their feet did not seem to really be touching the ground. Though in his mind he called them angels, only one of them had wings. None of them had halos or looked chubby like stereotypical angel drawings, an some of their hair was so wildly colored that it must have been dyed. There was a man there as well, he too was dressed in white. They all looked so strange, and yet they were angels.

The only one with wings, who appeared to be much younger then the others, spoke to them in a high, cheery voice, "I'll see you in the thirtieth century!" And then she vanished before them.

Harry started to wonder why he was having this dream. Had these girls been killed by Voldemort, or maybe the cake he had eaten that day had gone bad (it had been hidden in his room for weeks, after all).

One of the other girls, a blonde with a most peculiar hairstyle, spoke. "There's just...one more thing."

"What's that?" Came a voice from something Harry saw floating nearby. Muggles might have called it a fairy, it looked like a small person with wings, an aura of red surrounding it.

"I would like to thank my friends." The blonde said in a very honest tone.

"I do not have the power to do that." The fairy-like creature said, her voice almost emotionless.

"Can't you take power from the cauldron or something? Please, just for two weeks!" Another blonde girl asked.

"That is Cosmos's decision." The fairy responded.

"Ask her, please." The first blonde requested. A bright light appeared next to them momentarily, and the person called Cosmos appeared. She looked very different from the girls Harry thought were angels, though their build and hair were similar. She had long, flowing silver hair that trailed the entire length of her body; her costume was something very odd, yet beautiful. It was mostly white, but the small ribbons and the long cape seemed to shimmer with every color of the rainbow. She did not look to be very old, But Harry could tell that she must have been at least three times as old as him, her eyes seemed to hold so much wisdom.

"Cosmos, we-" The first blond started. Cosmos nodded to confirm she knew.

"I can give you temporary bodies." She said in a very powerful, yet quiet voice. "They won't last long, but it will get you to where you want to go, although when you get there, you might undergo some temporary memory distortion."

Harry blinked suddenly, it was really more like a twitch. He didn't know why, but these angel-like people seemed a bit... he didn't know the word. He felt as if he wanted them to go where they wanted to go, because it meant he could see them again.

"I can't do this, though, if all of you don't want to do this." Cosmos said, looking above her at the swirling sky. At this statement, the girl on wings appeared again.

"I'd like to see all this." She chirped happily.

"Then, will you do me a favor while you're there?" Cosmos asked. A bright light appeared next to her, and then floating next to Cosmos was a very small girl, she must have been no older then four. Her eyes were shut as if she were sleeping, but her expression was very blank. "Take her with you. Not to the platform, but just to say goodbye. Let her live with Ikuko and Kenji. I do feel guilty for all the memory distortion they're undergoing, but if they can at least remember one of their "children" it will be easier."

"Is she...real?" Another of the girls asked.

"She will be real once she has left this place." Cosmos told them "Now, go. The Gates have been left open for you."

The ten angels stared at Cosmos for a moment, their faces full of gratitude.

"What can we ever do to repay you?" Asked a black-haired girl. Cosmos smiled a bit.

"You just said you would." She motioned to the little girl.

There was a noise like rushing water and the images before Harry's eyes went blurry. They came into focus moments later, but Harry was not back in his bedroom, nor in the cliff made of white stone. He was now in a place that had become much too familiar due to his dreams; the Riddle House. Yet it was different, it did not feel like the same house Harry dreaded seeing in his unconsciousness. The broken chairs, the moldy couch, the dusty hearth rug, it was all different. They were still there, but the room looked like it must have when it was new. The window in the room wasn't boarded, but in fact cleaned and polished, and a window seat had been put beside it. A roaring fire crackled as it shed it's life and warmth into the room. But of course, there was something the same. A chair was facing the fire, and someone was sitting in it, the fire casting eerie shadows upon it. This person, Harry was relieved to see, was not Voldemort, as she (at least, Harry believed this person was a she) held herself much differently. There were people in cloaks in the room, many of them, sitting, standing, reading. Harry watched them do absolutely nothing of interest, yet was captivated by their forms. Harry was reminded of an old, proper family who sat around, keeping themselves quiet after dinner.

The woman in the chair was not doing much of anything, she seemed to just be sitting, staring into the fire. Harry moved around to see her face, they did not seem to notice he was there. Her face was dark and smooth and her eyes were a brilliant red. Her expression was vacant, as if she were dreaming.

"It's fine now." She said suddenly, her voice deep and clear. Her expression did not change. "We can leave this place."

"What is this place?" One of the smaller figures asked. "Why are we here?"

Harry recognized her voice as the small, pink haired angel from the white cliff. It soon occurred to him that these people were the same as the angels, save for the final one with white hair.

"You forgot?" Another girl asked, standing up. "We're here because..." Her voice trailed out and she sat down.

"Cosmos said we would undergo some memory distortion." The figure by the fire said.

"Cosmos...?" Another voice asked. "...oh!"

"Setsuna, did Cosmos let you retain your memories?! Do you know why we're here?"

"Somewhat." The woman in the chair said. Finally, her expression changed, a slight smile crossed her face. "I don't think she meant to alter our memories, it was just a side effect. I think I remember more clearly because of constantly being around the Time Gate."

"So why did we come to this scary place?" The small girl asked, coming to sit on the arm of the chair. "And why are we wearing these thick cloaks?"

"I don't remember everything." Setsuna said. "But, we're here because we have to go to Hogwarts for as long as we can."

"That's a wizarding school!" One of the girls exclaimed happily. "But...were we there before?"

"I think you have!" The small girl exclaimed. "I remember reading something about it, about the Silver Alliance."

"We went in our past lives? Impossible..."

"Like I said, I don't remember everything." Setsuna said. "We have to go to Hogwarts, and we have to keep our identities – both of them – secret." She stood up, finally, and unfastened the cloak. Harry quickly had to remember that this was a dream; this woman looked even more beautiful in the dim light. She was no longer wearing the white dress, but more casual clothes. "But there is something in the back of my head telling me that we shouldn't go."

"Why wouldn't we?" Another girl asked, removing her own cloak. The room seemed to brighten at the very presence of her golden hair and pale skin. "If that's what Cosmos wants us to do, we'll do it! And if anything goes wrong, you know I'll be there to fix it!"

"And we will be there to protect her." Another figure said, gesturing to the girl with the odd hairstyle. Harry was not quite sure if this person was male or female.

"I don't know." Setsuna began to pace around the room. "I do wish I could remember. Go to Hogwarts. Stay secret...under these cloaks, until we get there at least, because if we don't...our memories could be revived."

"Revived?" Someone asked. "But that's a good thing right?"

"Maybe for us, but perhaps there's someone else who should not remember us." Setsuna said. "I am sorry. That's all I know."

"Friends." The blonde sighed. "I hope we make...lots of friends."

She looked straight into Harry's eyes (or right where they were, that is, for the girls still did not see him there). In front of him, the room and the girls were gone and Harry could only see flashes of terror and destruction, screaming children, the earth being encased in darkness...Hermione's face being ripped to shreds and a giant, cackling form in front of him--


Sixteen-year-old Harry Potter woke up with a start.

He tried desperately to remember his dream before it vanished from the back of his mind. Lately, it seemed like everyone was asking him if he had been having any weird dreams, and he was getting quite tired of it.

There were angels, and there was light. But first, wasn't there darkness? Maybe. There was something like a supreme angel there, maybe even a goddess. They wanted something. And then...he was somewhere he didn't want to be, but he felt safe because of the angels. They were coming...somewhere...

Harry screwed his eyes shut, but it was no use. He could only remember little things, not anything important. Ron's snoring in the background wasn't doing much for his memory, either.

Harry's new home was at the Weasley's, something he would have in the past been elated to hear. However, after Voldemort had risen, he had been under constant protection by the secretive Order of the Phoenix. He had not left the Burrow since his arrival after his fifth year at Hogwarts, and there was always someone there keeping a close eye on him, questioning him, asking if his scar had been hurting (it had) or if he had been having dreams about Voldemort's whereabouts (he had).

Another drawback of being at the Weasley's was the very fact that he was there was confusing his girlfriend Hermione greatly. She had been asking him questions via owl for half of the summer, reporting on what she had found when she arrived to stay. She had apparently spent a great deal of money buying old tomes and reference books and Harry felt guilty by association.

"It's an ancient protective magic-" Hermione had said. "That would keep even You-Know-Who away. Your mother's love gave you an almost impenetrable defense, as long as your aunt allows you to stay and considers you family."

"Dumbledore must have had to do a lot of work on that." Harry shrugged. Hermione nodded her head slightly, agreeing without meaning to.

"But what I don't understand is why he wouldn't want you there," Hermione kept repeating over and over. "I mean, you must be a thousand times safer there then here..."

"Dumbledore's got his reasons, Hermione." Ron would usually pipe in. He was rather glad that Harry was there all summer. His Quiddich plays had never been better.

"I know, but..." The conversation would usually end, and Hermione would leave to do more research.

Harry got out of his bed and quietly slipped on some clothes, as well as one of his wizard robes – something he did like about being at the Weasleys. He made his way downstairs and was greeted with silence. Was he the first one awake? Harry was reminded of his last Christmas Break, when he and Hermione were the only ones awake and they realized their feelings for one another. He almost hoped that he would have another encounter, hearing noises from downstairs. However, when he made his way into the living room, he saw only the pink-hared Auror, Tonks, reading on the couch.

Tonks was usually the most cheery of the Aurors, usually the one Harry went to when he felt suffocated. Lately, however, she had been a bit quiet and scarce. Hermione and Ginny suggested heartbreak and Ron suggested it was just Order business, but Harry was sure he knew the truth. Tonks had told him, confidentially, that on a an undercover mission, she was almost killed by a Death Eater, by one of her relatives no less. Harry was sure that it had shook her deeply, and he truly felt sorry for her and tried to talk to her.

"Oh, hello Harry." She said less than enthusiastically, shutting her book. "I was waiting for Professor Snape to get back so I can catch up on a bit of sleep."

"You could sleep now." Harry shrugged.

"Yes, and then when he came, he'd tell me how irresponsible I'm being." Tonks sighed. "I'll wait."

"Snape doesn't usually come to the Order meetings here, does he?" Harry asked, sitting next to her on the old comfy couch.

"No, you know him." Tonks said, smiling only slightly. "He usually comes to meetings at a different location."

"The Order meets somewhere else?" Harry asked. Tonks didn't even let him ask, she shook her head.

"I'm not the secret-keeper, so I can't tell you." She said sadly. "It's nowhere you want to go, trust me."

There was a noise like a "whoosh" and what looked like a patronus shaped like a very menacing bird flew in through the floo, perched itself on the coffee table, and vanished instantly. Harry knew this was the Order's way of communicating and quickly stood up, not wanting to have to talk to his least favorite professor before term even started.

"Have a safe time in Diagon Alley, Harry." Tonks called softly. Safe. This word irritated Harry so much; no longer did people wish one another to have a fun time, but a safe one instead. As he grew older, Harry realized, the charm of Chocolate Frogs and the amazement of flying books could no longer conceal the darkness that hid in the colorful wizarding world.


Three tantrums, two near-explosions and one sob from Mrs. Weasley later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking the streets of Diagon Alley. They had already purchased most of their new schoolthings, now they were just wasting time, talking about nothing, happy to be out of the house. Everything seemed a bit better, now that they were out in the sunlight amongst strangers.

As they passed yet another closed down shop, Harry and Ron were engaged in a heated debate over a controversial foul that had happened during a Quiddich match Ron had seen when he was five. Hermione's happiness about being outside did not prevent her from muttering "boys" once or twice during their long debate. She led the pack, walking faster then the two, when suddenly she stopped, causing the other two to run into her back.

"Okay, we'll stop talking about it!"Ron grumbled, rubbing his arm. Harry looked up and noticed that Hermione was staring at something straight ahead, looking a bit fearful.

"'Mione, what's..." Harry didn't have to ask as soon as he looked up. He knew why Hermione looked scared – for almost a second, he could have sworn that there was a Dementor walking down Diagon Alley. He realized only later that this person was much too short and much too solid to be one of the terrible guards of Azkaban prison. Yet it was an easy mistake, this person wore a full cloak in the deadest shade of black Harry had ever seen. The hood was raised, providing no hope of a glance at the face. The trio were not the only ones to notice this sight, others had stopped and stared looking terrified, and as the figure passed them, they could feel a familiar sense of dread quickly creep up their spine, making the hair at the back of their neck stand on end.

"Harry, what was that?" Ron asked in a very quiet voice.

"Let's hope it's human." Harry said, his eyes following the small, dark form.

"It's obviously someone who doesn't want to be seen." Hermione said thoughtfully. "Only, they did just the opposite, wearing something so dark in summertime."

"Death Eater, maybe?" Ron suggested. "You think I should tell dad?"

"I don't think the world is so terrible yet that Death Eaters can walk around in broad daylight." Hermione said as If she were defending something. Harry smiled slightly, Hermione was one of the few people he knew who understand why the magical world was so much more amazing and special to someone who hadn't always been around it. He knew she would never want this fantasy land to be corrupted. "Now, come on, I wanted to go by Flourish and Blott's-"

"We just bought our books!" Ron exclaimed.

"I just remembered, there was something I had reserved, I don't want to lose my deposit!" She said with equal vigor. The two boys had to run to catch up with her on her path to knowledge.

They waited outside while Hermione got her book, the Quidditch game came up quickly again. They were so into their conversation that it took both of them a second to realize there was someone in front of them, requesting to talk to them. Harry probably would not have noticed, save for the very odd, warm feeling that had begun to grow in his fingertips.

The person before them was also fully cloaked, this one in gold. However, the hood was down, and Harry saw that this figure was most definitely woman, and most possibly veela. She was beautiful; her golden hair cascaded down her back, held away from her face by a large red ribbon. Her skin was fair, and her eyes were big and shining.

"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt..." She started. Harry noticed she had a slight accent, as if English was not her first language. "Have you seen a little girl wandering around? She's about four, and has red hair, and is in a red dress."

Harry and Ron both told her that they had not, as did Hermione who exited the store shortly after. The girl looked slightly angered by this.

"Damn it, where is she?!" She muttered to herself. "Ever since she came here – mimicking me, stealing away my time with the Three Lights..."

"Excuse me, the Three Lights?" Hermione interrupted her rant. "Do you mean the international boy band who recently disbanded?"

"They didn't really disband, per say." The figure said, her cherry lips forming a smile. "I mean, they told me-"

"Wait, you know them?!" Hermione asked hurriedly, eyes wide. Harry was quite confused, was Hermione excited over a boy band? She and the girl in the cloak talked on and on for about five minutes – about what, Harry was not sure. He was, however, sure that he would be there forever until yet anther cloaked figure, this one a very angry red, appeared behind the first.

"Ahem." The figure said. This voice was also female.

"Rei..." The girl with golden hair muttered, her face full of mock-dread, before turning around and facing her companion.

"Why are you just standing here?" The other girl demanded. "Usagi found Chibi-Chibi ages ago, we were all waiting for you!"

"You didn't tell me!" The first exclaimed.

"We didn't know where the heck you were! Now come on, we're all waiting for you! And put your hood up!"

"Yes!" The first exclaimed. She cast an apologetic glance at the three before running away, following the red-cloaked figure who had already stomped off.

"What was that?" Ron asked.

"Probably with that other girl." Harry suggested, thinking of the way that the figure in black had also kept her face hidden.

"They don't talk like they're from around here." Hermione said thoughtfully, wrapping her arms around the brown paper bag she held. "I wonder if there's more."

"You seem really interested." Ron said, eyebrow raised in confusion. "And I didn't know you were a Three Lights fan."

"Yeah, who were those Three Light guys?" Harry asked suddenly. Hermione looked as if she had been started and blushed a tiny bit.

"Well, you see, it's not like I usually get excited over musical acts or anything..." She started, gripping the bag even tighter. "But, you know, they're a wizard band and, well, their songs just kind of call to me."

"That's what Mum and Ginny say as well!" Ron exclaimed. "I don't get why every girl is infatuated with them-"

"I am not!" Hermione squeaked, glancing up at Harry from under her bushy hair.


The next day, the Weasley clan, Harry, and Hermione were at Kings Cross, all pushing well-loaded trollies. In the corners and hiding in the shadows, Harry knew, though he could not see, that there were Order members waiting to strike if anyone should dare even sneeze in his direction.

"Who do you think will be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Ron asked.

"I hope it's Lupin again." Harry said hopefully.

"You know it won't be." Hermione said. "If Dumbledore hadn't sent an owl to all those parents, they would have pulled even more students out."

"I do miss Professor Mynci." Ginny said glumly. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I adore Lupin, but Mynci was so cheery."

"I don't feel like I learned all that much from her." Hermione shrugged. "But she was a very good person."

Last year, the year Harry felt was his most normal, they had started the year with a first time teacher, Professor Mynci, as their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. However, that position had been something like a curse, and no one had ever stayed there for a year; something had always went wrong. Their professor had been engaged, and she went on her honeymoon over the Christmas holiday in the arctic circle, but she and her husband were killed by Death Eaters. Lupin, Harry's favorite professor, had temporarily took the position, but because it was public knowledge that he was a werewolf (the reason he had quit in the first place), many parents criticized Dumbledore's judgment greatly.

The group had reached the barrier between platforms nine and ten. One by one, they casually walked or leaned into it, disappearing on one side and reappearing on Platform 9 ¾, where the scarlet engine sat on the tracks, anxious to leave. Students and parents were everywhere, it seemed like more then normal.

Harry watched Ginny and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walk further down the platform, but Harry had been held back by Ron, who was nodding his head vehemently towards the very back of the platform, hidden in shadows, where not three, but ten cloaked and hooded figures stood. If secrecy was what they were going for, they were truly failing, for everyone seemed to be staring at them. Their cloaked were all somewhat different and varied in color, from white, light blue, navy blue, aqua, green, purple, orange, red, pink, and black. Standing close to them was a taller man in a blazer, a young boy who looked very confused at his surroundings, and a small girl in a frilly dress with red hair who Harry assumed was Chibi-Chibi.

"Let's get closer." Harry suggested. Ron nodded but Hermione said she would rather wait safely in the train and left the two of them. They crept closer, staying behind a partition, until they could hear what they were saying.

"Shingo, make sure Chibi-Chibi doesn't run away on you." The figure in white (who had a female voice) instructed the young boy.

"All right..." Said the boy, crossing his arms.

"And help her write and read letters, too." She said.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to tell me!" He exclaimed. "Just because mom and dad are so easily brainwashed doesn't mean I am, Usagi."

"What?" They all seemed to exclaim at once. The boy pouted a bit.

"I always knew who you really were and what you have to do." Shingo said. "And. You know. Thanks."

The figure in white hesitated only slightly before hugging the young boy tightly. He slowly gave in and hugged her back.

"There's mum..." Ron muttered. The two took that as a sign to stop eavesdropping and left to rejoin Hermione.


"Goodbye, Chibi-Chibi." Usagi said, bending down to hug the small girl. When she straightened up, she stood on her toes and kissed Mamoru deeply. She did not know when she would see him again.

"I'll write every day, Mamo-chan." She said quietly. She was clearly holding back tears.

"Funny." Mamoru said. "I think I remember you saying something similar in our past lives." He smiled. The two hugged again and again before Usagi had to leave.

"I love you, Mamo-chan!"

"As do I." He waved. "Usa-ko."