Author's Note- Goddess, I was so bored, I went perverted for a few minutes!

I thank the author of Dark Prince for giving me the idea for one of the sexual moments in this chapter.

It's a good story, and I advise you guys read it. It's a SS/HG fan fic.

I own nothing of JK Rowling, but the students from Silverhand, Umbra, and Lunas are all mine, mine, mine!!!!!!!!

Sophia: and some are based off people she knows!

Shut up!

(Sophia shrugs and starts the story)

White or Black?

January 18, 2003

(A few months short of five years later)

Cora walked into Luke's apartment and looked about. "Wow, Luke, this place is amazing."

Luke sheepishly grinned. "Thanks, Cor. I'm not much of a designer."

Cora giggled. That was one of Luke's virtues, that strong sense of modesty. He stood in the sea of grays and blues, the dark gray matching his eyes and the blue walls highlighting his blond hair.

"You look great, Cora. Good enough to eat." Luke purred as Cora walked in the living room and removed her heavy overcoat to reveal a sports bra and shorts. "And, for God's sake, how in the hell can you stand wearing just that in this freezing weather?"

Cora giggled again. "Thinking of you."

Luke paled and gulped. "Er-um- mommy?"

Cora had taken off the bra, and flipped a strand of her black hair out of her face. The cool room almost immediately tightened the nipples of her small breasts. She smiled darkly at his reaction, doffed the shorts, and laughed at Luke's dropped jaw.

"Luke, you weren't lying about being a virgin. Oh well, I'm going to have some fun with you…" Cora smiled, and licked her middle and index fingers of her right until they were shining with saliva.

"I th-think I should sit." He did so, his gray eyes wide with shock and the bulge in his pants grew bigger.

"This turns you on, right?" Cora slid her fingers down her stomach and rubbed her clit in full view of the innocent Luke.

He nodded vigorously, nearly panting.

Cora smiled and slid her fingers in her core, moaning. "I want you so bad, Luke. I want you in here…" she spread the folds of her cunt, continuing to rub her nubbin. "Ah-ah. Don't move." She purred as she started to pump her hand into herself and Luke started to move.

"Fuck you, Cora." Luke snapped. He strode over, lifted her up, pushed her against the wall, and slid himself down to the level of her most intimate place. "I'll taste first." He heard Cora cry out when he licked her hand. He removed the fingers from her core, and sucked her dew off. He looked up at her brown eyes, and arched an eyebrow.

"Please, Luke, please!" Cora wailed helplessly.

Since they were occupied, they didn't see the light show right outside.

The White Death grunted as he slammed into the wall.

"Do you concede?"

"It would be a hot day for Dis before I surrender, birdie." He growled at the Black Phoenix.

He heard her rippling laugh. "So, you have read Dante's Inferno? Let's see if you can handle the fifth level!" White jumped and dodged a purple-black fireball.

"I cook, Tweedy, and you know what they say, 'if you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen!' Pyrolio!" He jeered at the black figure that stood in stark relief on the snowy roof as he shot a fireball at his foe.

He heard a startled cry. Perfect, he thought.

"I have always wondered who are 'they.' Also, I cook, so I can take that little bun-warmer." The Black Phoenix answered with a laugh. "Is that the best fire spell you-"

The White Death shot a white beam at the Black Phoenix, cutting off her sentence. It was a direct hit. She was sent flying and landed in the street.

"Ouch. That actually hit." Phoenix said, rubbing the back of her head.

"If you tell where Angelica Voight is, I will leave."

The Black Phoenix sneered. "Sorry, El polo. She's under my protection, and I will not allow you to touch her! I'll leave you for a wild goose chase, sweetie."

The White Death watched as the Black Phoenix vanished. After she left, Death floated down to the street and his outfit shifted.

Draco shook his head and said flatly, "A wild goose chase? You are making things interesting." He looked about. There was a bar nearby. It would probably be full, but maybe, someone knew about his target.

Sophia sat down, rubbing her temples.

"Hey, Moony, what's wrong?" Ann asked when she polished the bar in front of her co-owner.

"Empath headache," Sophia grumbled as she took her wand, looked about, and pointed it at her forehead. "Numbkai! Ah, better." Sophia flashed one of her famous smiles, and said, "Someone shuts their emotions a lot around here. I sensed a lot of fury and annoyance, then interest."

The chiming of 'Für Elise' played as a couple came in, probably to flee from the snowstorm.

Sophia smiled and stood up. "Bonjour, güten tag, konnchiwa, hola, and hello! Are you two okay?"

The woman looked at Sophia and said in a California accent, "Yes, we are. What is this place called?"

Ann answered, "Avalon Breeze. You guys are from California, right?"

The man nodded. "San Francisco. You?"

Sophia smiled, "San Diego. Ann is from- where are you from?"

Ann flipped her blond hair back and said, "The Garden State, Jersey. I know we don't have accents, but we have been here since I was nineteen, and Sophia was eighteen."

Sophia grinned. "Ah. Well, everyone calls me Moony-"

The tune of 'Chop Suey' began. A young man walked in, dusting snowflakes off his pale blond hair and black trenchcoat. He looked about, and whistled. "I thought there would be more people."

Sophia shrugged. "So, who are you?"

"My friends call me Drake."

"I'm Angie." The woman said, nodding.

"I'm Josh." The man answered.

"Well, I'm Ann. Moony and I are the co-owners of this place. Do any of you want a nip of something?"

"Guinness." Josh said.

"Hot cider," Angie replied as she settled in a cushy chair, "Laced with rum, and a grilled cheese sandwich."

Drake sat at the bar, and said, "I'll think about it."

Sophia stood up and said, "I'll cook Angie's, okay?" She slipped away.

Drake looked at Ann and said, "Your friend is bubbly, isn't she?"

Ann laughed as she gave Josh his ale. "Sofie, bubbly? Yeah." She chuckled and looked wistfully, "Sophia Denise is one of the most cheerful girls I know, and her mood is infectious. But…"

Sophia whisked back in with a mug of cider. "Your sandwich is almost ready." She said warmly. She left quickly.

Ann continued. "She lost her boyfriend at age 16. Shot in front of her, protecting her from the bullet. She has worn that black ribbon around her wrist ever since, in mourning. She never shows it, but I hear her crying once in a while. She never intentionally flirts, refuses to date, everything. Her life is Avalon Breeze, Oxford, and writing."

"She goes to Oxford?" Drake said, his eyebrows raised.

Ann nodded. "She got the brains for it, and she is doing great."

Sophia breezed by, placing the sandwich in front of Angie. After she finished with Angie, she passed Drake, stopped, swayed for a second, and fainted.

Draco's reflexes saved Sophia from hitting the ground. She was really light. Draco did a quick study of the girl as he lifted her up. She was obviously tired; her round face was waxen and she was as limp as a rag doll.

"Oh my god! Is she okay?" The woman called Angie cried.

Draco shook his head. "I don't think so. She feels chilled."

Ann looked worried. "Can you take her upstairs and keep an eye on her? The third floor is her part."

Draco complied and climbed up the stairs. The door to the second floor was covered in pictures of famous pop stars and actors. A small plaque said Angelica in cursive.

He smirked as he reached the third floor. Maybe Miss Ann was the girl the Dark Lord wanted. The door to that room was painted black, with a plaque in the shape of a crescent moon that had some Japanese katakana on it, a star-shaped doorknob, and glow-in-the-dark stickers of stars and comets. He glanced at the girl to see if she was still unconscious and nodded. The door swung open with the force of his magic and Draco walked in.

"Ookkayyy." The walls were the color of blue that reminded most people of a certain genetic experiment that had about 625 predecessors. The room was a living/dining room, with a small state-of-art kitchen using half of the room and the rest taken over by a couch and entertainment center that had a Playstation 2 and GameCube. Draco placed Sophia on the couch and sat at her feet.

He took the time to look at the table next to him. There were three pictures. The first frame showed a picture of Sophia dressed up as some strange high-tech maid with bubblegum pink hair and Ann in another outfit of the same theme with brown hair. The both of them were doing a peace sign. The second was Ann and Sophia again, but in their work clothes in front of Avalon Breeze. The third picture had a literal aura of sorrow about it.

Draco picked it up and studied the face of the boy in the picture. He would have been voted 'Geek' back at Hogwarts. However, Draco recognized the face. It was one of the Aubreys, an American wizarding family with ties to the Wiccan community. Why would a picture of one be in a muggle's room? That was easy enough to answer. One of Draco's powers allowed him to 'read' objects. He closed his eyes and whispered the activation words. He gasped.

Sophia was staring at the photograph, touching as she cried in loud sobs.

"God, why? Why him?" She cried, shaking her then-long hair.

It was a little less than five years before.

Sophia was obviously a teenager, and this picture was of the boy who sacrificed his life for Sophia. It must have been very recent when Sophia was doing this. She was in a black velvet dress, looking very tragic as she lied on her bed, squalling like a ravished virgin.

"I miss you, Chris."

Draco snapped out of the memory, sensing the backlash of sorrow. He only felt when an empath hit him, and not even that strongly.

"Are you an empath?" he whispered.

"Yes." The girl opened her brown eyes. "And, how in the hell I did I got into my room?"

Draco quickly explained.

The girl smiled. "Thank-" her eyes turned gold and she slapped him.

Draco knew those eyes, but that wasn't the trouble.

Those were the eyes of the Black Phoenix.