"Harry Potter and the Daughter of Darkness"

By: Myself

("Talking") ('Thinking') ( .. Scene change) ( Time passes)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter-but I have the books. .

DarkfireTails: Hi! So nice to see you all again and I'm really sorry this took so long! Even if I didn't get how many I wanted, thanx for the reviews anyway! I feel so loved!

Fred: Of course you do! You have me!

(DT just smiles at Fred; everyone else does an anime style sweat drop)

DT (still smiling): There are a few little mistakes in the first chappie. See, I wrote that Harry was 9-months old but he's really a year old. Then I forgot to write that Celes was 7-months old when Tom took her away. Also that five months have passed since Tom took Celes away from Calli and killed Harry's parents, and, of course, that Celes was born on July 30 too, because, well she's supposed to be the same age as Harry and yeah and all that stuff.

If you didn't understand what I wrote above . . . please tell me and I'll write it up on my Bio: thingy, k?

Now it's time for my fic! Yay!

Chapter 2: Dear Brother, Dear Sister

(A figure stands over a bed, poking at something in it)

"Celine! Celine wake UP!"

"Not now! I'm still sleepy!"

"No Celine! You're getting up whether you like it or not!"

Harry pulled off the blanket that Celine had wrapped herself with, at the same time making her roll-

(static sounds and the movie stops)

: WAIT! STOP! HOLD EVERYTHING! DON'T FORGET TO INTRODUCE ME!

(An unknown person carrying a plug ripped from the DVD player rams into DarkfireTails, who at the same time seemed to be trying to run off the stage)

: WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! TRYING TO START THE SHOW WITHOUT ME!

(The unknown person was now half strangling and violently shaking a swirly- eyed, semi-conscious Flare, who was also foaming at the mouth)

: INTRODUCE ME! INTRODUCE ME NOW!

DT: ALRIGHT ALREADY! LET ME GOOOOOOOOOOOO!

(DT blasts ? away with a sonic boom attack, sending ? flying off the stage)

DT (mumbling): I was hoping she wouldn't come . . . I changed the schedule and everything! (now yelling hysterically) WHERE DID I GO WRONG!

(? zooms back onto the stage, acting all hyper)

: Well? Get on with it!

DT: Alright, alright! Don't get your panties all up in a bunch! (sighs) Why me!

: HEY! I wear boxers!

DT (clears her throat): Everyone . . . meet chocolate-freak's freak ( This, unfortunately, is 'cohort', my arch-nemesis-with a friend like him, who needs enemies! ), C.-F.F. for short. He is a fan of chocolate-freak's great-as he says it-HP writings, especially the one about the love potion in the Campbell's soup. Don't get me wrong . . . I like it too. It's called "Twisted Kiss". He's here only because he has my pillow hostage. Here is a tape (VCR) recording of the conversation we had when I showed him my D.o.D. (Daughter of Darkness) fic, and when he had decided to kidnap my pillow and bite it if I didn't let him co-star in my fic:

C.-F.F.: So you're saying that Celes has two forms?

DT: Yes. Voldemort put a powerful illusion charm on her when she was a baby. She'll only turn into her real form-white hair and gold/amber eyes- whenever Voldemort touches her and yeah.

C.-F.F.: But isn't Fleur older than Ron?

DT: I'll make it so that she agrees to go with him to the Yule Ball.

C.-F.F.: What does 'lemony' mean?

DT: It means 'unpleasant'.

C.-F.F.: I didn't really think about how strong Voldemort was.

DT (exasperatedly): Oh, dear Kami-sama . . .

C.-F.F.: Voldemort . . . chuckling?

DT: Shut up.

C.-F.F.: Do they really wave their wands when they apparate/disapparate?

Flare: I don't know. It's my fanfic.

C.-F.F.: Are you sure that's exactly what James said? Why don't you go check the book?

DT: Well, I don't know! But it's my fanfic. I'll just make it like that- just shut up.

C.-F.F.: Are you sure that's how it happened?

DT: Shut up.

C.-F.F.: Isn't Voldemort supposed to say that if Lily steps aside, he would let her live?

DT: But it's my fanfic and I made it that way so just shut up.

C.-F.F.: A shrill laughter? (tries to imitate a Spongebob laugh)

DT: Stupid Spongebob. Shut up.

C.-F.F.: I don't think he used the Cruciatus curse on her.

DT: Well . . . just shut up.

C.-F.F.: More shrill laughter.

DT: Shut up.

C.-F.F.: Are you sure it's supposed to be "rebounded on Voldemort"?

DT: SHUT up!

C.-F.F.: Argh for short.

DT: Shut it!

C.-F.F.: There's a roof . . . HOW can he shoot into the sky without ramming thru the roof?

DT: Why don't you just shut the $ UP!

C.-F.F.: Screaming? Why don't you just say crying?

DT (shaking her fist at C.-F.F.): SHUT IT or ELSE!

C.-F.F.: 'Clasps' an arm around your shoulder? Why don't you just say 'places' an arm around your shoulder?

DT (now looking really murderous): It's MY fic, now shut the F UP or I'll kill you, you little $#$!

C.-F.F. (finishes reading the fic): Alrighty then! I have now decided that I would like to join you on the net. Introduce me in your continuation if you do continue it please with ickle sprinkles on top! Otherwise I shall be forced to kidnap your pillow and bite it for every minute you don't answer me with yes. And you better give me your answer soon or your sweet, innocent, little pillow shall become one of my evil vampire pillow minions! Mwa! ha! ha! ha! ha! (then turns away with a swish of his cloak; Darth Vader background song)

(Recording cuts but tape goes on to show an old Japanese movie; DarkfireTails blocks TV and presses the 'Stop/Eject' button, a nervous smile forming on her lips then fading as she tosses the tape into her bag)

DarkfireTails: And so ends the beginning of a horrible beginning. Now . . . on with the show-GAH! That's just WONDERFUL! How are we gonna watch now! (turns on C.-F.F.) YOU! Why in seven hells did YOU have to rip out the $#$ plug!

C.-F.F.: Don't worry! (throws away the old plug and DVD player; DVD player hits George on the head) I stole a new one! And it has better features too!

(All do an anime style fall as C.-F.F. dumps the new DVD player on the table)

DT (angrily): FINE! On with the screening then!

Chapter 2: Dear Brother, Dear Sister

(A figure stands over a bed, poking something in it)

"Celine! Celine wake UP!"

"Not now! I'm still sleepy!"

"No Celine! You're getting up whether you like it or not!"

Harry pulled off the blanket that Celine had wrapped herself with, at the same time making her roll off the other side of the bed.

"OW!" Celine says, rubbing the back of her head. "You didn't have to do that you know! What's the big deal anyway!"

"Have you forgotten what today is!" Harry said, half-yelling.

"What!"

"Today's September 1st! If you don't want to miss the train to Hogwarts then you better hurry up!

A voice from downstairs makes both of them jump.

"BOY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU AND YOUR NO GOOD SISTER HAD BETTER BE DONE! I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!

At those words, Celine hung her head. Sure she had been called that before, but it always seemed to make her feel bad.

"Come on Celine . . . we won't have to deal with this now. If you don't hurry, we'll miss the train."

These words didn't really help much. But Celine just plastered on a fake smile and got dressed (A/N: To all the pervs reading this . . . Harry is already out the door). Since both of them already packed their things the night before, all they had to do was bring them (their things) downstairs.

C.-F.F.: What does 'pervs' mean?

Flare: It's short for perverts.

C.-F.F.: Oh, okay. Thanks for reminding me . . . (C.-F.F. starts laughing like Mandark from Dexter's Laboratory)

There, Uncle Vernon was fuming and mumbling something about wanting to throw Harry and Celine out. This put Celine down again, but she didn't want Harry to know that. They followed Uncle Vernon out the door, and he drove to London.

They watched Uncle Vernon drive away and headed towards platforms 9 and 10. Soon enough, they saw a bunch of red heads and a brunette (A/N: Is that right?) waiting for them.

"Oi! Over here mate!" called Ron Weasley, one of the red heads and also Harry's best friend.

C.-F.F.: British.

DT: Shush.

"Harry! I was starting to get worried that you might not make it!" said Hermione Granger, another of Harry's best friends.

While the Weasleys and Hermione surrounded Harry, Celine was searching the crowd for any sign of a certain blond-haired, gray-eyed boy.

C.-F.F.: Another lover for Malfoy, Draco.

DT: grumble grumble

Draco: Feh. Works for me.

C.-F.F.: Inuyawannabe

DT: The movie's still playing ya know!

"Alright. Fred? George? (A/N: The twins are in their seventh and final year at Hogwarts) You two go first." Said Mrs. Weasley. The two tallest red heads stood side by side and made their way to Platform 9 ¾. Ginny and Ron were next, followed shortly by Hermione and Harry.

"Come along, Celine dear." Mrs. Weasley said to Celine. "We better get going or you'll miss the train."

Celine sighed and walked alongside Mrs. Weasley, giving up her search.

"Maybe I'll see him on the train . . . " she thought out loud.

"Did you say something dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh! No. No Mrs. Weasley, I didn't." Celine answered, smiling slightly.

The two passed the barrier and were greeted by the others. Celine eyed the guards behind them warily. Since Voldemort's return, guards were stationed at every point where the wizarding world could be in contact with the muggle world.

Celine sighed. Her thoughts drifted back to the five years that have passed ever since she found out she was a wizard. First, when Harry saved the Sorcerer's Stone from Quirrel, who at the time was possessed by You- Know-Who.

Flashback 1

(A/N: Ok. I don't want to copy everything that happened in the book so I'll just write it my way.)

Quirrel aimed his wand at Celine, who stood frozen in front of him.

"Avada Keda-"

"NO!" Harry yelled, lunging at Quirrel, knocking him off balance and grabbing his wand. "Leave her alone!" His scar was throbbing violently.

Harry faced Celine. "Run! Get some help!" he said to her.

Celine, however, just stood there. Her eyes were fixed on the mirror and she had a dazed look on her face. Harry followed her gaze, at the same time burning Quirrel with himself.

Instead of seeing his parents like he usually did, Harry saw a woman and a child, a girl. The woman had soft golden-amber eyes and light hair. Behind her and the child was a tall man, her husband, who was smiling brightly at the two.

'Was this what Celine could see?' Harry asked himself. He looked back at Celine; his scar had stopped hurting. Harry gasped. Tears were falling from Celine's blank eyes. She closed her eyes and sank to the floor, her limp body lying on the stairs.

C.-F.F.: Blank eyes? Why? Is she blind? And why do they always have to faint?

A loud screech filled the room. It was coming form the back of Quirrel's head.

"Get the Stone NOW!" it screeched. Quirrel was off the floor and made his way to Harry, staggering from the pain of having been burned.

It was as if a knife was driven through Harry's skull. His scar now felt like it was going to burst. Harry gripped the Stone hard. The pain wasn't going to stop him from keeping it from Voldemort.

Quirrel was choking Harry--or at least trying to. His hands were turning into ash.

"Master! My Lord help me! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Before long, Quirrel had turned into dust, and Voldemort escaped, leaving Harry there. With the remaining strength he could muster, Harry made his way to Celine's unconscious form. The Stone rolled out of his hand as he fell unconscious beside her.

End Flashback

The loud whistle of the Hogwarts express interrupted her thoughts.

"Oi! (A/N: I love that word!) Celine!" called Fred. "Are you getting on this train or not!"

"Huh? Oh! Wait for me, I'm coming!" Celine answered back. She boarded the train with Fred and George's help, and just in time too. About a minute later the train started moving. They were going to Hogwarts at last!

Celine had to look for an empty compartment to sit in. She wanted to be alone for a while. After searching for a while, Celine found what she thought was an empty compartment. Its door was open so she decided to try her luck. She headed for the door . . .

Draco's POV

I noticed that my compartment door was open. I sighed and went to close it. I hadn't seen her board the train.

'Those no good muggle relatives of hers better had brought her here or else I'd go there and--!'

"What the--!"

I had walked into something-no, someone. I thought it was one of those first years so I put on my cold mask.

"Get off me, you filthy little--oh! No I meant...!" I stood there horrified. It wasn't a first year.

"Ce-Celine! Wait . . . I-I didn't-" Too late.

DarkfireTails (smiling): It was short, but it was good, right? How was it?

C.-F.F.: You made it into another sad story and you made it sound as if Celine is always all gloom and doom. Why don't we just call her Moaning Myrtle II?

DT (smile disappears): You love to be such a killjoy...don't you-(C.- F.F. opens his mouth to say something to answer DarkfireTails)-no that's NOT a question.

C.-F.F.: Me? The killjoy? You're the one who made the fic a sad one.

DT: OOOH! (Takes a breath) Stay calm...don't let him get to you...Don't give in to the urge to (says this maniacally) strangle the living daylights out of him!

C.-F.F.: Why strangle when you can shoot?

DT (calmly): You know...that's not such a bad idea (grins evilly).

(The rest of the HP cast goes backstage, not wanting to be in the middle of the death match, which will continue the next time I see you all)

DarkfireTails: Sorry folks. That's just about as much as I can write for today. See you all again soon! Reviews please! BYE-BYE!

Special thanks to:

Roxy Surfer and Cutiepie55: I read your stories and I'm in love! They're really cool!