Darkness and Light: The story of two sisters.

A baby cried out into the darkness. Her tiny, emerald green eyes peered through limp arms at a man, her father.

"Oh, isn't she beautiful?" Her mother said as she fainted to the ground, dead, her crying newborn child still in her arms. That night, Dora Merideth, wife of Dylan Merideth, died of childbirth in their humble house, whilst holding small Emma Merideth in her arms.

Seven years later, a little girl wandered through the hallways of her gold mansion. Mya had always found it disgustingly Gryffindor. Seriously, all the red, the gold, the red, the gold, the red, the gold! Everywhere the two repeating colors would be found: painted on the walls, as tiles in the bathrooms, and for the twelve bedrooms they had, each a different shade of red. Starting from pink, and ending with maroon. Emma had never really understood why her Dad had been a Gryffindor. They were supposed to be brave, courageous, had a lion's heart, right? Well, her Dad was completely the opposite of that. He had sobbed like a small baby when his wife had died. He mourned for years, and never really got over it. Well, at least that was what everyone thought, until that fateful day.

"Dadda!" She flung herself into his arms, the man returning her hug.

"Hi Mya darling, I have someone for you to meet." He said as he backed away to reveal a strange woman with ghastly blonde hair and a long white dress. There seemed to be an aura that surrounded her, and when Emma Merideth saw this woman, she shivered. She hated her at once.

"Who are you?" Asked the child defiantly, crossing her arms and staring at the tall lady.

"I'm you're new mother." She replied, her voice filled with hope and love.

"My mother died. You're not my mommy! I hate you." And with that, Mya stomped to her room, totally renouncing the idea of someone new in her family.

Later on that evening, the sobbing girl heard a door creak open.

"Go away!" She screamed as she grabbed the nearest princess gold pillow and threw it across the room. It seemingly didn't work, since the she heard the door close, and footsteps echoing across the huge room.

Silently but confidently, a small 5 year old walked across the room and sat onto Mya's bed. Her hair was as black as a dead night, and her skin was a soft and pale as moonlight. There was no expression in her face. Blank, it stayed there emotionless. Definitely too mature for her age. They stood there for a few minutes, one girl crying uncontrollably, and the other just staring off into space. Finally, the silent child lifted her head and looked deep into the other girl's emerald eyes. And with a deathly glare, she said clearly;

"Oh, stop it. It's not like I want to be here either." And with that, she stood up and left. That night, a friendship was born. That night, Emma Merideth realized how stupid the world can be. Danna was always the more mature of the two sisters, even though she was three years younger. Mya was always giddy, hyper and funny to be around. But since that night, she developed hatred so harsh that only by a simple glare she could tear a person's heart.

That night she acquired a sister, one with a parentage too sacred to be mentioned. The younger one would have to be hidden form the world. Her mother was practically a goddess. But god knows why, Mya hated her form the second she laid eyes on the lady.

Mya's first three years at Hogwart's passed quickly enough. They were uneventful, to say the least.

During her first year, Mya was sorted into Slytherin. She developed a hating for the 6th year prefect: his name was Kyle Malfoy. Son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, brother of Draco Malfoy, the older of the two was already surrounded by the dark arts at the age of sixteen. His ghastly pale skin toned by quidditch made the girls swoon at his sight. His straw hair that grew to his shoulders made the girls giggle and blush when it flew in the air as he passed beside them. His cold, piercing grey eyes made all the girls shudder and shiver when he stared them down. How could a body so attractive be owned by a soul so corrupted?

During her second year, Mya made friends with the Gryffindors. When they learned about her family, and realized that she was neutral, they accepted her with open arms. She was friendly and attractive, and soon became a popular for the guys. But as much as she would have loved to have a boyfriend, her father would not allow it until she was thirteen. So Emma shrugged the thought aside until later. That same year, Kyle Malfoy was named head boy. The whole school wondered how Dumbledore could have chosen him for the position. After all, there were so much better candidates.

During her third year, Mya grew. Her bust volumised, her hips widened, and she started wearing mini skirts. Now she was definitely the center of attention, especially since all the boys knew now that she was allowed to date. The Slytherin flirted shamelessly with Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, Gryffindors, but never ever with boys from her own house. Her sister was supposed to join the school, but her mother forbid it; it was too dangerous… not now… she was too young. She was too sacred. If the dark lord found her out… it would be her end, and let's just say it would make Satan very happy. She got a couple of offers to get a boyfriend, but the girl never accepted them. She had her eye out for a certain red head joker, and it was him that she was saving everything for. Fred Weasley was one heck of a lucky boy.

So in Emma Merideth's fourth year at Hogwarts, when she was 14 years old, this is when our story starts. It starts the year 12 year-old Danna Merideth joined the crowd as a second year Hogwarts Gryffindor student.