Hey guys~ I'm back! Sorry it took so long real life turned out to be a bigger bitch than usual. My family recently lost a member and we are still grieving. I'm affected as well since he was my uncle so yeh.

Anyways. Thank you guys for the warm welcome for this story! I'm so thrilled and I hardly slept because tons of ideas for this story kept popping inside my head. Merlin forbids if I can put it all in this story.

Just a little heads up guys, the first introductory chapters will have similarities with 'Darkness Within' while I throw my own ingredients in the mix.

So without further ado, I present you the next chapter.

Warning(s): Alternate Universe
Dark!Fem!Harry
Mild Dumbledore bashing (nothing too serious)
Un-Betaed

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and the Dark Prince Trilogy; they belong to J.K Rowlings and Kurinoone's respectively.

Disclaimer 2: This is my take on Kurinoone's 'Darkness Within' which is done with the author's permission. The story's original plot belongs to Kurinoone.

'Thoughts' / SPELLS

"Parselmouth"

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Chapter 2

"OH HARRIETTE you are much loved, much loved. Mum loves you… Daddy loves you very much… Harriette our sweet child, you are much loved. Don't forget, Mum and Dad loves you very much. Harriette our sweet child, you are so loved—

"AVADA KEDAVRA-!"

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LILY POTTER woke up with a start, her mouth opened to a silent scream. Releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding she looked around and realized where she was; Hogwarts Dungeons. Blinking the sleep from her eyes she slumped back to her seat and again looked around the room. She was currently in her private office down the castle's dungeons. She started to work at Hogwarts as her Potions professors two years back after the former Potions Master; Horace Slughorn retired.

Her emerald green eyes wandered down to her desk where stacks of parchments lay, slightly unorganizaed after being slept on. Lily frowned, mentally berating herself for falling asleep before finishing her work. She immediately started to reorganize the scattered papers and stacked them by year level. Her mind unconsciously wandered back to her recent dream.

'It's more of a nightmare than a dream…' Lily thought. It was the same dream that she had been having for the last 14 years. It occurred less as the years go by but she would still have them occasionally. The dream would always start with her and James kneeling in front of Harriette's old crib telling their little girl how much they love her. The image of a smiling and happily gurgling Harri were one of Lily's most cherished memories. But then the dream would change, from Harri's nursery room back in Godric's Hollow they would suddenly find their selves standing in a dark place and would start to hear Harriette's cries of 'Dada' before seeing her little hands reaching out to them before a blinding green light would engulf her and then darkness. Lily would immediately wake after that.

Biting back a sob, Lily concentrated back to her leftover work. She noted that it was already the 31st of May from the calendar.

'She would have been 15 in two months.' She thought bitterly.

Pushing herself from her desk, the Hogwarts' Potion master paced around her office, granted that her quarters are located at the castle's dungeons it didn't hinder her from decorating it to suit her taste. The stone wall that was usually dirty gray in color was changed into dark green and a bit of white in color. Her furniture colors were a combination of black and red. The walls were lined with a couple of portraits of her friends and family. Her eyes settled on the portrait mounted on the far corner of the room near her desk. It was a charmed picture of a laughing Harriette, it was taken when she turned one, months before they went into hiding. The charmed photograph showed her little Harri laughing silently. She was touching and patting her father's face her emerald green eyes shone in happiness. A nostalgic smile appeared on the Potter matriarch's face followed by tears.

Her baby… Her sweet sweet Harriette…

Losing Harriette dealt a big blow on her heart. The grief that she and James went through when they woke up at St. Mungo with Dumbledore telling them that Harriette was gone was overwhelming. Willing her tears away, she looked at the next portrait; it was her and James' wedding day. They were both young, barely out of Hogwarts and in the middle of a war, but they couldn't think of a better time to get married and roughly a year later, they had Harriette.

Speaking of James, it's been weeks since she last saw or heard from her husband. James had been more engrossed with auror work and being a member of the Order of the Phoenix; an independent organization that Dumbledore founded to combat the Dark Lord. Losing their daughter had affected James in a level that Lily could understand. Not only was Harri was James' heir but because Harri was James' pride and joy.

"Well she's our world…"

The grief of losing their daughter had drove the Potter Lord to devote himself more into the ministry's and the order's efforts of stopping the Dark Lord. The pain of losing a child to the Dark Lord and knowing that it was his friend that did it only fuelled James' desire to have revenge. He couldn't bring himself to forgive Voldemort in killing Harri and he couldn't and wouldn't forgive himself for failing to protect their child.

Thumbing the edge of the portrait, Lily sighed. She missed her daughter immensely. The love that Lily had to Harriette was great that magic herself couldn't fathom. The bond that parents have with their first child is so strong that the pain of losing one is unbearable.

"Mum! Err… I mean Professor Potter!" A cheerful voice snapped Lily from her thoughts. She straightened up and looked at the approaching boy wearing proud Gryffindor robes with a smile plastered in him youthful face.

"Damien! How many times do you I have to tell you that you don't have to call me 'Professor' when we're not in class." Lily replied, her tone slightly admonishing.

The boy now identified as Damien, smiled sheepishly at his mother.

Damien Charlus Potter came three years they lost Harriette. The arrival of the newest Potter kindled a new fire into the lives of James and Lily. Before then, James was inconsolable, plagued with nightmares of seeing Harriette killed right in front of his eyes. But when Damien came, slowly the Potter patriarch regained a new life. Both James and Lily were very protective of Damien, much more with James. They still let him have his fun; they wouldn't dare try to take away any semblance of a normal childhood.

Lily beckoned her son to come closer to her and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Mum!" Damien whined, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. She looked at her son with a mock look on her face. "What? I can't kiss my own son anymore?" She pouted before ruffling Damien's already messy hair.

Unlike his sister, Damien was not a splitting image of James. Harriette was James' female version whereas Damien is the perfect combination of the Potter and Evans gene pool. Damien of course inherited James's hair color and unfortunately, its tendency to defy any means of being tamed. Aside from that, he also got James' eye shape and color; Hazel. He had Lily's face shape, nose and lips of course.

"So what are you doing down here? Shouldn't you be at the great hall having breakfast?" Lily asked, before casting a silent TEMPUS to check the time.

Damien suddenly looked more sheepish as he fidgets on his place. "Uh.. you see Mum…" Rich hazel colored eyes looked up to Lily's vibrant emerald ones before Damien looked away. "I might have forgotten to turn my potion essay yesterday. I was wondering if I can pass it right now before my class later." Lily blinked at her son, a sigh escaping from her lips. Damien might resemble her more in appearance but he is definitely James Potter's son. Lily threw Damien a slightly withering look making the younger Potter bow his head in shame. Lily then sighed before extending her hand to Damien. "This is the only time I'm letting you do this young man." Damien looked at his mother then to her outstretched hand, his face broke into a grin before producing a piece of rolled up parchment from his robes before handing it to Lily. "You ought to be more responsible Damien, you're already in your second year here at Hogwarts. You need to put more effort in your studies." Damien firmly chastised, nodded his head before mumbling a quick 'sorry' to his mother. Lily only huffed, again casting a quick tempus to check the time.

'8:47 am'

"Well looks like we don't have time to go to the great hall for breakfast…" Lily smiled. "How about you and I go grab breakfast here instead?"

Damien smiled before nodding in reply.

"Dingly!" Lily called, followed by a small pop and small house elf wearing a piece of table cloth with the Hogwarts' insignia appeared.

"Mistress Lady Potter is calling Dingly?"

"Yes Dingly, can you go get Damien and I some breakfast? I'm afraid we don't have enough time to go to the hall to eat breakfast." Lily said to the eager house elf before throwing a grinning Damien a wink.

"Of course Mistress Lady Potter! Dingly will bring food now!" And the house elf popped away.

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The two Potters' were enjoying their breakfast when a loud hooting caught their attention. A black and white barn owl then swooped down from Lily's office door and landed on the edge of the table before stretching its' leg to Lily.

"Hey it's Zera! Did Dad sent you to deliver Mum a missive?" Damien stroked the bird's breast feather before giving it a piece of bacon. The owl hooted before nipping Damien gently on his finger, pleased with the small treat.

"Well it's from your father; let's see what he has to say then." Lily chuckled at the eager looking Damien who by then had all but inhaled his breakfast. Two quidditch match tickets immediately fell out from the opened envelop catching Damien's attention.

"Tickets for the next Quidditch World Cup!" Damien reach for the tickets like it was gold. "Bulgaria vs. Ireland! Wicked! Thanks Dad. Wait til Ron sees this!" Damien gushed, pure excitement can be seen in his face. "I'm going to show this to Ron Mum! Thanks for the breakfast!" He quickly went around the table, kissed Lily in the cheek before barreling out of the dungeons without a second look. Lily knew better that Damien is out looking for one Ronald Weasley.

Lily watched her son barrel out of her quarters chuckling. Aside from personality that Damien inherited from his Dad, it their love for all Quidditch, both are obsessed with the sport they can go all day talking about Quidditch and not tire. Add one Sirius Black to the mix, well, being in the same room as those three Quidditch fanatics is the last place Lily wanted to be. Lily smiled. She shook her head before picking up James' missive and read it.

Dearest Lily,

How are you honey? I hope you doing well. I apologize if I only managed to write to you now. You know how hectic working at the Ministry is at the moment. Not with all the chaos happening recently. But enough of that, How is our little troublemaker? I hope he is not giving you too much trouble. Tell Damy that I got him some tickets for the next Quidditch World Cup and that we will definitely watch it together. Bulgaria versus Ireland! So excited! Can't wait for it.

I will hopefully be coming this weekend to see you. Maybe we can go to Hogsmeade when I'm over? Take care sweetheart and give love to Damy.

Missing you,

James.

Lily smiled at the letter before putting it aside.

James and Quidditch.

There's not force on earth that can separate those two. She knew that Damien would react that way after seeing those tickets because he's been talking nothing but the next Quidditch game for the last two weeks. She knew that James supported Ireland while Sirius and Damien are Bulgarian fans.

'Well this ought to be interesting.' Lily smiled before she continued grading some last minute essays when suddenly a thought invaded her mind.

'I wonder if Harri would like Quidditch.'

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In darkened room inside a house located on the more isolated part of London sat a tall dark haired wizard. His blue eyes stared at the glass he had in his hand. He twirled the red liquid and continued to stare but never really seeing it. His mind is somewhere else, distracted with dark and disturbing thought. Very disturbing thoughts.

Jason Riley knew that he was playing a very dangerous game. No sane man would dare pull a stunt just like he was currently doing. Well he had been questioning his own sanity for a while now. Maybe he isn't as sane as he thought himself to be. Blackmailing the Dark Lord—it is pure suicide. But if he succeeds… He will have power—untold power. He was afterall, already part of the Dark Lord's inner circle—his elites. He was knowledgeable with the Dark Lord's immediate plans and he knew that the Dark Lord would give him anything to ensure of his silence. He would become powerful, much powerful than that crazy witch LeStrange, more influential than that pompous bastard Malfoy.

But if he fails and the Dark Lord finds out… His hand shook at the thought of what his is risking. He is risking his life. Yes, he would be powerful if he manages to pull this off but if it goes south… Quickly he brought the glass to his lips and downed the liquor. He shook his head to rid himself of his inner doubt. For power, the risk is worth it. But reassuring himself of what he would gain didn't help with the growing fear in his chest, he had hoped that the drink was strong enough to drive away the cold fear from his chest.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

He was just about the place the glass on his table when suddenly the lights started to flicker before going out completely. The traitorous Death Eater straightened from his seat as the room was engulfed in darkness. Cautious eyes darted around the four corners of the room, his wand already tightly held in his hand.

"LUMOS" he whispered and the tip of his wand lit up. The light from his wand seemed not enough as it felt like the darkness him away. Gripping his wand tightly, Jason Riley stood from his seat and walked across the room. Pushing his fears away from his chest he continued towards the door. He had been found out. The Dark Lord knew of his plans. He knew that 'he' had come. He was bloody sure of it.

Jason opened the door, suppressing his fear as much as possible. He mentally berated himself for being this scared. Standing at the threshold of the door, he aimed his wand as he waited for anything to happen.

None.

He couldn't see anyone. He aimed his lit wand to his left, right, below and even above him. There's no one.

Releasing the breath that he unconsciously holding, he started to walk out from the room when it happened. The air around him suddenly shifted, making him stop on his tracks. He could almost taste the heavy saturation of magic in the air. He fought back his panic as he spoke.

"I was certain that you were going to come." He said, his voice slightly shaking. His back still turned from his soon to be murderer. He knew that once the Dark Lord sent 'him' his life is considered a forfeit.

"You knew this and you're still not prepared." A soft feminine voice came as the reply.

Jason caught the feminine voice and frowned, his panic momentarily forgotten. Had the Dark Lord sent someone else after him? Surely it's not LeStrange, the absence of the insane crackling told him so much. Curiosity overpowering his fears, he slowly turned to face his visitor. He tried his best to see through the darkness. He could only make out a silhouette.

"You're here to kill me?" Jason asked, his voice shaking from fear. He could feel the heavy magical aura from his visitor and he knew that this person is powerful, powerful enough to end him.

The figure stepped forward so that the light from Jason's wand had illuminated the figure. Jason took in the appearance of his visitor. Clad in dark robes, face hidden behind a silver mask exposing only a pair haunting of emerald green eyes. There stood in front of him is the one who all the DeathEaters had come to fear; the Dark Lord's son.

The Dark Prince.

"You betrayed Lord Voldemort…" again a feminine voice came through the Dark Prince's hooded person. "The only punishment suitable for filthy traitors like you… is Death." The Dark Prince all but hissed in pure unadultered anger.

Fear and confusing exploded inside Jason. He knew that the person standing in front of his is the Dark Prince, he knew that by the amount of magical pressure that he is feeling right now, but the feminine voice had threw him off. The thought only crossed the DeathEater for a second before he noticed that the Dark Prince was with a wand but was not aimed at him. In desperate attempt to save his life, he tried to used that detail into his advantage.

"If… If you give me another chance… If you could give me the chance to apologize. I… I didn't mean to—AVADA KEDAVRA-!" Jason made a sudden move and fired the killing curse at the Dark Prince.

The masked wizard leapt out of the way, effectively dodging the jet of green light. Jason quickly aimed his wand and started to throw curses at him. But before he could finish words for another Killing Curse, his wand was suddenly wrenched from his hand. The force of the non-verbal EXPELLIARMUS spell was so strong that the wand was literally ripped from his hand. Immediately the room was purged into darkness the moment Jason's wand hit the ground.

The DeathEater took this chance to duck out of the way and darted towards the staircase. He raced down the flight of stairs and ran to the terrace in attempt to disapperate from there. It slipped his mind the fact that the Dark Prince might have put up anti-apparition wards and disabled the floo system. He was snapped away from his bitter realization when a spell zoomed over his head making him drop the ground to evade. That's when he felt the tip of a wand pressing into the back of his neck.

"Up." The Dark Prince commanded and Jason slowly rose to his feet.

The full moon shone brightly above the dark clouds basking them in moonlight.

"Please…" Jason tried.

The clouds above then shifted and the moonlight shone towards them and Jason found himself staring straight into a pair of Avada Kedavra colored eyes which to his dismay, held no pity on them.

"You are nothing but traitor—a scum. And traitors only have one punishment…" The Dark Prince hissed.

And before Jason Riley could do anything, a jet of bright green light struck him straight in the chest and the traitorous Death Eater fell unceremoniously on the ground, dead.

The Dark Prince eyed the corpse before waving his wand over him and pocking it. Slowly the Dark Prince began to change as the glamour charm slowly disabled itself. Underneath the dark cloak, his body reverted from firm muscled to a lean and curvy shape. Long curly dark hair that shone red under the moonlight cascaded out from the cloak's hood. The Dark Prince then fingered the silver mask and pried it away revealing an angelic face of a young lady, heart shaped, sleek nose, full lips, high cheekbones and a pair of the brightest emerald green eyes.

The now transformed Dark Prince then threw the cold and lifeless body of her latest victim one last look before flicking her long cascading hair over her slim shoulder and disapperated away. Her mission accomplished.

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And done! Wow it took me while before I can produce this chapter. My workload didn't allow me to update sooner than I wanted to, but I managed to squeeze out this before my exams this week.

So what do you think? I told you guys that there will be similarities from Kurinoone's Darkness Within. But don't worry after this chapter; things will be much more different. Thought I will still be following the DW closely. Please tell me what you think about this chapter. I want to know what you guys think about this story. I also apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors in this chapter. As I have said before, I am not a native English speaker and I'm not very good in making my words sound British. I'm still learning and writing this story will hopefully help me learn more.

Hopefully I can post the next chapter soon. But not sooner than this week. I have my exams and thesis defense to worry about.

Anyways, thank you all for reading and I'm looking forward for your feedbacks and comments about this chapter.

Thank you very much! See you soon!

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