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Summary: What if night and day could reverse and turn inside out? What if there were only two people that could help? What if they didn't want to? Dramione. My first fanfic, so be nice. Please R&R.

Reality of Light

Sparking

I could only see grey. My eyes watered and I closed them, relying on my other senses. My nose smelled perfume, a sweet, floral scent that was familiar.

I heard the quiet giggles and my own lips widened into a grin.

"Ginny, I know it's you!" I laughed

"How did you guess?" Ginny asked, grinning, and knowing full well how I had guessed correctly.

"How is everything, Gin?" I asked, taking up the text book on ancient runes that I had been reading before I was blinded by a hand.

"Fine. Actually, quite wonderful." Ginny sat down next to me and all but bounced in her seat.

I raised my eyebrow and quietly stuck a bookmark in my book, knowing what this could turn into.

"Quite wonderful?" I prompted

She grinned in answer, and her eyes sparkled bright enough to rival Dumbledore's. I knew what was to come next.

"We are going to have a sleep over tonight, and I will tell you all about it." Ginny commanded regally. However the effect was ruined when she smiled triumphantly and poked me mercilessly.

"Alright, alright! Same place?" I asked, thinking just how abnormal their normal place was. Because all the girls shared a dormitory anyway, Ginny had wanted an original sleepover. So for about a week the three girls had gone around scouting possible places. Well, mostly just Ginny and Lavender, I admit. But it was I that had stumbled upon the perfect place.

"Of course! I'm gonna go tell Lav now," Ginny bounced out of the sofa already half way to the stairs.

"Like the energizer bunny," I mumbled

"What was that?" Ginny called down the stairs.

"Nothing, Gin," I winced. Ginny had gotten the same sharp hearing as her mother.

A few seconds later, I heard the click of Lavender's tasteful heels on the stone stairs.

"Hermione," Lavender asked, "What's an energizer bunny?"

"Muggle reference Lav." I explained, "Do you know what batteries are?"

"No." Lavender admitted simply

"Well you see batteries are actually packages of electrochemical cells, that, when electrically charged…" I began, but Ginny cut me off

"I'm sure it's all very interesting Hermione, but I think we'll learn all about it in Muggle Studies."

I beamed at the mention of my favorite Hogwarts class, a requirement for all purebloods, halfbloods, or any witch or wizard with out knowledge of muggle practices.

"I'm sure you will." I agreed, noticing with slight humor and annoyance, the relief on Ginny's face as she realized that I wasn't going to lecture on the purpose, importance, and effects of the 'Energerizer Bunny'.

"What time are we going to meet?" Lavender asked, happily oblivious to all that had just occurred.

"Um, how about eleven o'clock?" Ginny asked. Both Lavender and I agreed.

"Who's turn is it to ask Harry to lend out his cloak?" asked Lavender, self assuredly picking the lint out of her spotless sweater. She had asked last time and all three of them had to pool together to think of an excuse. It was Ginny's fault that Lavender knew of the cloak in the first place and at first we were all cautious and watchful of Lavender until we were assured that she would not say anything.

"It's my turn." I admitted, a bit unhappily

Ginny, however smiled broadly at me, and clutched my hand tightly. It had actually been Ginny's turn to ask Harry, but I had a sneaking suspicion that Harry was going to be one of the topics discussed, and Ginny was a little too nervous and hyper to ask Harry herself.

"Should I bring blankets?" Lavender asked, grimacing as hail pelted against the window.

"Yes, but I finally found a warmth charm, so we should be okay." I picked up my book again.

"Okay. I'm gonna get ready then." Ginny bolted up the stairs, Lavender following close behind.

I ignored them and dived into the world of ancient runes, rubbing my tired eyes.

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(Draco's POV)

I kicked at the first year in front of me as he bent to pick up his books.

"First you knock into people and contaminate them and then you block up the hall with your lowly presence. Get moving!" I sneered, giving him another kick. He hastily grabbed his fallen things and scrambled out of my way at a run.

When he was out of view I sighed and ran my hand through my hair in annoyance. I wasn't sleeping very well and I wasn't sure why. Each morning I awoke with a feeling of suspense, and it made me irritable for the whole morning.

I knew the only thing that could cheer me up was exhibiting my power; hence my purposely knocking the first year onto the ground. I winced and dropped my hand to my side. My comments and come backs were not as sharp though. I blamed the dark circles under my eyes.

Shaking my head I snapped back to reality. The only way to get better at something was to practice. Putting a confident lift back into my chin, I strode away, looking for more victims.

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"Where is the Prophet, Menrior?" a voice hissed furiously

Erne Menrior blinked but was not afraid of the disgusting creature that lay before him, smelling of rot and death.

"I am to reserve that information for the Master." He said calmly.

"I am your master, you impudent scum!" the glob of skin reached out a gnarled finger, bones snapping into place hideously.

Menrior smiled, his breath coming in short, noisy, gasps that were his laugh.

"My Lady of Shadows," he said mockingly. "I serve the Dark Lord and Queen of Death."

"But you serve me first and foremost! You sealed an oath, Menrior, which I don't think you wish to break." The heap of flesh taunted, and it moved, bones popping and skin sliding with cracks and wet slipping noises.

Menrior paled for a moment, ashen fingers trembling with fear for just a moment. He remembered the oath and remembered it well.

The thing stood and extended one, globular and swollen hand to Menrior's cheek, caressing it and leaving a trail of dark gooey streaks. Its nails were embedded with dry blood, and even for its weak state, it would keep its dark promises.

"Yes, mother, I remember the oath," he said, voice hollow and grey

"Good, then find the prophet!"

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I jerked awake as a voice rang in my ears. Shaking my head, I told myself I had nothing to fear. I sat up suddenly as my ancient runes book hit the floor with a thump. I glanced at the clock and saw I had half an hour to meet Ginny and Lavender. I shook my head to clear out the dark mist that seemed to engulf it and went to ask Harry for his cloak.

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Far away, somewhere untouchable, something stirred. It was eager to wake. It would soon. It reached its tendrils of nothingness to gently pull at the minds of the two people it would inhabit. Its darkness spread to touch other minds, lingering, getting a feel for the world it would enter. It would wake soon. But not too soon. It's own excitement tired it, and with a sigh of thunder, it napped. Soon now… it was almost ready.

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Muffins for all the reviewers!

Midnight's Requiem