Double spacing in Word is very deceptive. All I gotta say.

Harry Potter (c) by J.K. Rowling, Masayume Pinkgirl characters own by Me.

Hikari - Chapter 2

It was a warm afternoon in July. Patricia Starlight (Trisha by her friends) was brushing her long reddish brown hair in front of a mirror in her bedroom. As this teenage girl looked like she was just getting ready for hanging out with her friends at their favorite coffee shop, it was only an hour ago she got an unexpected call from someone who need to tell them something very important. And also because Trisha was the superhero Pinkgirl, the defender of justice and the guardian of light, getting a call from this person so abruptly made Trisha very unsettled.

When Trisha finished brushing her hair, she picked up a necklace from her dresser. It was the source of her powers, a sparking pink crystal shaped as a five pointed star with small magenta gems attached to an intricate gold chain. She clasped the necklace around her neck, swung her pocket book over her shoulder, and quickly trotted down the stairs.

"I'm going out Mom!" She called out as headed to the front door.

"Trisha wait!" Trisha was suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"Yeah?"

"Well I've been wounding since you got back from your internship what happened to Nefertiri?" Her mother asked. "She hasn't been here for a few months now."

"Oh," Trisha froze, "There was some sort of emergency so she had to go back to her family in Egypt."

"Ah I see. Well have a good time out then."

Trisha smiled and said good bye to her mom. As Trisha began strolling down the street, she knew she couldn't possibly tell her mother that Nefertiri was really an Egyptian Princess from three thousand years ago, and was brought from the past only to killed by someone that end up being not human. Of course her mother also didn't know her mysterious, all of a sudden "internship" was when she ran away from home because when Nefertiri died she felt so guilty she gave up being Pinkgirl. Luckily, with the help of her friends and her boyfriend in particular, she was able to come to terms with her guilt and combined Nefertiri's pink star with hers, making Pinkgirl about twice as powerful.

Though that accidentally created her evil twin Dark Pinkgirl who tried to kill her and steal her boyfriend, but she really didn't want to think about that horrible nightmare.

So there they were, her eight friends who have been with her to hell and back, waiting outside their favorite coffee shop nervously waiting for the same person to tell them something hat could maybe change their lives. Trisha had no idea what Jennifer could have to tell them that could possibly make her life more dangerous and stressful than it already is, but she supposed that's what she gets for being the guardian of the Angel of Light.

"Geez, when the heck is she going to going to get here?" Kelly, Trisha's best friend since the third grade who was also a dragon wielding ninja, spoke out in her usual pissed off voice.

"Would you please have some patience, Kelly?" Kellen, the "super genius" who's secret lab they used for their headquarters, sharply replied without glancing away from her laptop computer.

Trisha sighed as she stepped towards her friends. She instantly greeted to her cousin Linsa (who carried around an ancient Egyptian goddess in the form of a mask), and got a hug from Kelly's sister Tina (and also a powerful sorceress in a past life). She waved to Jessi, Casey and Kristy (the three teenage secret agents once sent to investigate them) before plopping right next to her boyfriend Jefferson and giving him kiss on the cheek.

"Hey!" He instantly jumped in his seat

"Hello to you too" She teased. "So what's going on?"

"I'm not sure." He replied. "Jen told me something about a job interview from overseas, but I don't know how that would have anything to go with us."

Jefferson turned his head back to the street. Trisha knew how happy he was to finally have his long lost sister in his life. Unfortunately, she was instantly distracted with the chatter from her other friends.

"Sorry Kellen, but some of us don't have the time to IM a dork in China all day." Kelly shot back.

Kellen just glared at Kelly over the top of her computer. "It wouldn't kill you to call his brother once in a while," She said. "Ryouchi says Hiroji asks about you all the time."

Kelly just rolled her eyes at them.

"Jennifer! Over Here!" Jefferson suddenly called out standing up.

The teens turned over to the street where a young woman with dark hair and dressed in black was walking down the street Jefferson instantly rushed towards her and hugged his big sister.

"Great to see you sis" He said, smiling cheerfully.

"Nice to see you too Jefferson" She replied

Casey stood up from the table. "So why did you call us here?" She demanded.

Jennifer smirked at them. "Just one sec," She said. She then held up her watch up to her face counting "Three…Two…one…"

WHOOSH!!!

Out of no where, a small flock of owls suddenly swooped by and dropped seven envelopes on the table amongst the frappe chinos and ice mochas, except one fell on the keyboard of Kellen's computer.

"What the Hell…." Kelly muttered.

Trisha looked over to pile and pulled out one of the letters. It looked pretty old fashioned with its stained tan color and fancy calligraphy, but it was oddly addressed to this exact spot.

"Open it." Jennifer told her.

The young girl ripped open the flap and the letter, which was written in the same style of handwriting and read it out loud:

Dear Ms. Starlight,

We are please to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, courtesy of our new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher.

Each of them turned to Jennifer completely dumbfounded. "What? There's one for each of you." Jennifer told the group. "This is where I got my new job. I was sent to learn magic along time ago, I just never told you guys because I didn't think I would ever be going back to that world."

"Did he send you to this school?" Jefferson asked nervously as Casey left the table suddenly on her cell phone.

"No not Hogwarts." His sister told him. "He made a deal with a dark wizard named Voldemort and got me into a school somewhere in North Eastern Europe, mostly because it focused on the Dark Arts…"

"Who?"

"Voldemort" Jennifer repeated. "Fifteen years ago he wreaked havoc on the wizarding world, so of course he would find an ally in him."

The teenagers pulled out letters from the pile. However Tina and Jessi, the two youngest members of their group, found themselves empty handed.

"Hey where's our letters!" Jessi demanded.

"I'm the reincarnation of a sorceress!" Tina pouted. "I should go to a school for magic!"

"Well when I asked the headmaster to get you all in, He said he would be happy to, except requested that you two come in next year so he would have so many students come in at the same time." Jennifer explained, "Though think of it this way, you'll have more time to catch up than these guys."

"Catch up?" Jefferson questioned.

"Great, homework over the summer" Kelly complained. "This place better be good as you say it is."

However that was the last of Trisha's worries. As she read over the letter again, she knew she needed to talk to Crystalla about this as soon as she got home as she listened to what Jennifer had to say next.

"Though it's kind of funny" She continued. "Over a year after I started going to that place, I heard Voldemort finally got defeated when he tried to kill a baby boy named Harry Potter."

Harry Potter, the Boy who lived and the hope of the wizarding world, was laying in the back yard, trying to avoid any sort of contact with his relatives. It was actually his birthday, and for his birthday day wish he hoped someone would come and pick him up and take him away from the Durslys who has despised Harry all his life, from the morning they found him on their doorstep fourteen years ago.

Unfortunately for Harry, it was only a few weeks ago when he was whisked from Hogwarts and had to watch Cedric Diggory be killed, then be used in some horrific ritual to bring the darkest wizard of all time back, then narrowing escaping the Dark Lord Voldemort trying to kill him for the fourth time in his life.

Shockingly the Return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named wasn't exactly what Harry was worrying about that afternoon. A few nights ago he had a frightening dream where he was in some dark lair and the Death Eaters he saw at the Graveyard in June were whispering at each other. Suddenly out of no where someone walks in from the shadows and starts insulting them. One of the Death Eaters tried to kill him but the curse didn't even leave a mark. Harry shivered as he remembered the person talked to Voldemort like an old friend, and then knew that Harry was watching everything through his sleep.

Though what Harry couldn't figure out was what happened after he woke up from the dream. Right there outside his widow was a dove with a small letter in its beak. He never thought of doves carrying letters, and it had no return address, only his name written on the front.

The young teen pulled the letter from inside his pocket. Ever since that night, Harry kept it close so that he could read it every moment he got and try to figure out what it meant. To him, it sounded like some sort of poem, and it described exactly what he was feeling that night. If only he knew who sent it to him.

Yoink!

"Hey!!!"

Suddenly his cousin Dudley yanked the note out of Harry's grasp. "What's this?" He said ignorantly.

"It's nothing" Harry told him, "Now give it back."

Dudley merely stuck his tongue at Harry and ran back into the house Harry darted after him, chasing his cousin into the dining room where Uncle Vernon was contently reading the afternoon paper.

"Give it back!" Harry shouted across the table.

"What's going here!?" Uncle Vernon demanded.

"Harry was going to attack me!" Dudley whimpered, trying to get Harry in trouble. "He was going to use you-know-what on me."

"No I wasn't" Harry shouted back, "You stole something of mine and I want it back. It has nothing to do with magic."

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOW TO SPEAK THAT WORD UNDER MY HOUSE!" Uncle Vernon roared. Harry knew he was going to be in trouble.

Ding Dong

Thank goodness, saved by the bell.

Uncle Vernon grumbled ("Stay here boy!") as he rose from the table and headed to answer the door. Harry then noticed his cousin completely forgot about the note as he tossed it on the table and was quickly distracted by the Television. As soon as Dudley's head was turned away. Harry quickly slipped it safely back in his pocket.

"BOY, GET HERE OVER HERE THIS INSTANCE!!!"

When Harry obediently rushed to the living room, he instantly saw the reason Uncle Vernon was upset. Arthur Weasley was standing in the open doorway, smiling pleasantly at him.

"Ah hello there Harry" Mr. Weasley greeted. "Happy Birthday by the way."

"Thanks" Harry replied.

"What the blazes are you doing here?" Uncle Vernon interrupted fuming. Apparently he never forgot the fiasco when the Weasleys picked Harry up for the World Cup.

"Oh I do apologize for the dropping by unannounced, Mr. Dursley." Mr. Weasley explained. "I was just contacted by one of Harry's teachers to come and pick him up for the rest of the summer."

Uncle Vernon just turned to Harry like he just wanted to melt the teen's face off with his eyes. "I see" He only said in reply.

"Well I can come back later if it's a bad time." Arthur said, "I just finished with an assignment so I just happen to have a car with me, and none of my boys are with me either…"

"Very well" Uncle Vernon finally gave in, "You can take the boy, just be quick about it."

So as the Dursleys hid in the far section of the house, Mr. Weasley followed Harry upstairs to his room and helped him gather all of the young wizard's belongings swiftly out of the house. After throwing Harry's school things in the trunk and Hedwig in the back seat, they were soon finally driving away from Privet Drive Number Four."So Harry," Mr. Weasley said, "How have you been?"

"Alright" Harry replied.

"Good, Good." Mr. Weasley said. "I hope your uncle wasn't too upset of me suddenly appearing at his doorstep."

"Well he never got over when I did as a baby." Harry told him.

"Ah well, it was only an hour ago when Dumbledore sent me a letter to pick you from your house. He didn't tell me why though."

For a second Harry thought maybe it was because of his horrible dream about Voldemort, but he realized he never told anyone about it. Maybe now he can finally start getting some answers.

"Mr. Weasley?"

"Yes Harry?"

"Can doves carry letters?"