(Prologue)

Millions and billions of years ago, there was nothing. Then came Father Heaven, the skies of worlds, dimensions and planes, across the universe. He ruled all under his skies, and at his side was Mother Nature, who brought life to the worlds, dimensions and planes. Then came their children; Time, Fire, Air, Earth, Water, Life, Death, War, Huntress, Hunter, Peace, Age, Light, and Dark.

From their children came their children. When Fire was born, a large ball of fire was ejected out of his hands, and that became the Sun. After he was born, he had the odd habit of throwing out large fireballs every now and then, and these formed the Stars. The Moon came to be when one time, Earth was so fed up with Fire that he threw a large white stone at Fire. Fire naturally dodged, and the great white stone became known as the Moon.

Similar to the creation of the Sun, the oceans and waters of the entire universe came from the water expelled from Water's hands when she was born. Air, who could be called a flirt, had numerous relationships. Several of these created children. From Fire's hand, she gave birth to Lightning, and by Earth's hand, she gave birth to Thunder. Lightning and Thunder in turn gave birth to Rain and Cloud. Coincidentally, the argument Earth and Fire had that created the Moon had been over Air.

Life & Death were twins, both male. Light, with Peace, brought the numerous positive emotions to life. Death, with War, did the opposite.

Time, with Age, 's children were Prophecy, Hours, Minutes, Seconds.

Hunter and Huntress, who were banned by Father Heaven and Mother Nature to hunt their fellow gods and goddesses, created numerous animals they could hunt after. Mother Nature in particular, did not appreciate the fact they were killing life, but as they too had brought life to the worlds, she let them off.

The truth of the heritage of Light & Dark was probably known only to them. Not even Father Heaven could have guessed that his two youngest children had existed long before him, and had been the ones who engineered his creation. Light & Dark were two creatures who had waited until all the gods & goddesses, or personifications, had been born before flying down on coloured clouds and became the youngest children of the two rulers.

All the gods & goddesses named above, Time, Fire, Air, Earth, Eater, Life, Death, War, Huntress, Hunter, Peace, Age, Light, Dark, Sun, Moon, Stars, Oceans, Lightning, Thunder, Rain, Cloud, Prophecy, Hours, Minutes, and Seconds, were the Exalted 26, who were the main gods & goddesses. The rest did not have as much power as they did, and were the Lesser gods & goddesses.

But even though the pair, Light & Dark, had worked together to spark off the start of life other than them in the universe, that did not mean they didn't continue fighting with each other. As they were born, they were fighting. Love, daughter of Life & Peace, who alone knew who was meant for who, saw that Light & Dark were meant together.

Recruiting the help of her siblings, they tricked Light & Dark into a date together. At the stroke of midnight, when both Light & Dark were equal, they realized the true identity of their dates. Love had once more matchmaked a perfect couple.

Father Heaven had been less than happy about their relationship, but Mother Nature managed to persuade him to look at the good benefits. Throughout the universe, Light & Dark had achieved perfect balance, which meant Father Heaven and Mother Nature had a slightly easier job.

However, being the exact opposites of each other, Light & Dark had quarrels. These quarrels usually ended up in the entire universe returning to its previous state. It took the effort of many gods and goddesses before either would be appeased, seeing as Light refused to bow down to Dark, and vice versa.

After a huge quarrel a century ago, the universe never recovered, and the two never made up, despite the best efforts of even Father Heaven and Mother Nature. Light, tired of the bickering and rivalry between gods & goddesses, as well as the strain on his relationship with Dark did a thing no other god had attempted to do.

He ran away, throwing behind his duties of being Light. He looked down on all the worlds and let himself be born as a baby on the world known as Earth. He put up a block to escape the other gods & goddesses finding him, and erased all his memories. However, even gods makes mistakes. He got himself born as Harry Potter, the subject of a prophecy.

He went through ten years of abuse at the Dursleys', then went to Hogwarts, getting manipulated like a puppet without knowing it. The block worked perfectly well, and no one ever found him. Too bad, under the combined efforts of Exalted 26, minus himself, managed to break past his all too powerful block, enough for a glimpse of where he was.

Under the orders of Father Heaven and Mother Nature, Light had to be brought back to resume his duties, as the Balance had been destroyed with the departure of Light. Yet, Father Heaven wasn't ready to let him back so easily.

"He has to go through betrayal and hurt beyond words. If once he has experienced this, he still chooses to remain on the side of the Light, to continue fighting on, then will he be allowed back his powers, which even though has stayed with him, has remained locked until now. If he fails this task, then never shall he be allowed past the gates to the Gods' Realm.

Dark, you shall head this mission, but under no circumstances are you to try to break the memory block he imposed on himself. He has to remember at his own pace. Seek help from the others if you may, but let me warn you beforehand, do not attempt to rewaken his power. You may use different situations to remind him of his life as Light, but nothing more. Now go, and bring him back, only when he has completed the task I set him."

(Chapter 1)

In an abandoned field, shadows grouped together and revealed a teenager dressed in black dress robes. She looked around, and said to herself, "So this is Earth ... Funny Light would choose a place like this ..."

She needed to find out where the so-called Harry Potter was. The blonde-haired girl looked down at the formal robes she was wearing. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with annoyance. "I'll have to change after I speak to the Guide in charge."

Stamping her feet onto the ground, her voice carried far, "Guide of the World Earth, Plane of Pawal, Dimension of Disoy, show yourself!"

Her voice was filled with authority. It seemed that even mountains would have shifted if she asked them too. An old man, his back hunched, hand holding a walking stick, and body shining with a dull glow appeared.

"Who dares call the Guide of this world, plane and dimension? Speak and if I find out you disturbed my slumber nothing more than for some useless request, you shall face my wrath!" For an old man, his voice carried power, though it was nothing compared to Dark's.

Dark smirked, and looked at the hunched figure, who had been staring rather rudely at her. "Shouldn't you bow in front of one of the Exalted 26, Guide?"

The 'Guide' seemed shocked that he was facing one of the Exalted. He had expected the teenager in front of him to be the lesser servant of one of the minor gods & goddesses. To face two of the Exalted in a mere 16 years, his luck was really bad.

He immediately bowed low, but his last thought had been caught by Dark. Her power snaked out to grab his robes, and it yanked him up harshly, "What, was your last thought?"

"Wh-hat la-aast -tho-oug-ht?" he stammered out, his voice devoid of power present moments ago.

"The thought about the Exalted. Repeat it for me."

The Guide was obviously thinking, He had no idea which of the Exalted he was currently seeing, but it was most definitely one of the ones who would not hesitate to vanquish him, and then get someone else to be his replacement. He decided to go for the truth then beg for mercy, and well, his life.

"I was thinking that to face the two of the Exalted within 16 years was really unlucky on my part (just imagine the guy stammering away, I can't be bothered to add in all the ... well, you get my point.). Please Exalted, spare the life of your humble servant ..."

She cut in before he could get far."Which Exalted was here before me?"

"I have no idea. He just came and told me not to inform the rest of the Exalted that he was here. Right now however, I do know he is still on this world, though I cannot gaze into his life, I know his current location."

"Where is he?"

"In a place call No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. I could bring you there ..."

"There would be no need." She yanked him down, so that she was looking directly into his eyes. Ignoring the repulsive smells coming off him, she yanked out all his powers and knowledge regarding this world. The old man gapsed as his magic, power, knowledge and life flew out of him and into Dark.

Relishing in the power that transferred to her, Dark gazed upon her beloved's location. She just needed to see him to make sure, that it really was him.

Dropping the body of the former Guide on the ground, where it dissipiated into mist, the shadows once more grouped together to bring their mistress to her desired destination. After all, she was the Dark.

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Harry Potter was a wreck. He laid on his back, gazing at the paint peeling off from the ceiling. The remainder of the house smelled of new paint. Having lived there for so long, No. 4 Privet Drive had been looking a little worse for the wear. Of course, being the complete showoffs they were, the Dursleys could not possibly accept that and just before Harry returned, they repainted the entire house, both outside and inside.

Being the people they were, they managed to completely ignore painting Harry's bedroom. Not that he particularly cared. Right now, no matter how hard he tried to push the thoughts out, they kept surfacing to his mind. His parents, Sirius, Cedric, all the people who had died because of him ...

It was the second day of the summer holidays, and so far, the Dursleys had not even spoken a word to him. Not that he minded. He wasn't hungry, even though the last thing he ate had been that last Chocolate Frog on the train.

Instead he concentrated on the peeling paint drooping down the ceiling. Screwing his face up in concentration, he imagined the piece of dried paint dropping down and landing on his face. This exercise seemed to keep the faces at bay. Raising his hand up, and feeling sort of glad no one was here to see him attempt such a stupid thing, he jerked his hand, pulling it down.

It was as if everything was in slow motion. He say the piece of dried paint falling down, and the next moment, his Quidditch reflexes kicked in and he rolled off the bed.

The piece of dried paint was were his face was two seconds earlier. His mind returned to when the peeling paint still had been hanging off the ceiling. It hadn't looked as if it was going to fall off any moment soon.

He stared at his right hand, which looked normal. It didn't turn green or grew boils. He started to think. Maybe what he performed was a form of wandless magic. But didn't you need spells and incantations for that? He had not said a single word, just imagined the paint falling.

He hesitated, then decided to test this theory. A snowglobe sat on one of the shelfs, an old toy of Dudley's. He imagined the globe falling, shattering into pieces as it landed on the floor, its contents spilling out. The scene kept repeating in his mind's eye and he raised his right hand, and made the same pulling motion as before.

The globe fell, and shattered. The sound made seemed very loud somehow. The next moment, there was a pop. Tonks had apparated in, and she immediately rushed to Harry grabbing him at the shoulders.

"Are you okay? I heard the crash and i was afraid it was Death Eaters or something but then I thought that didn't seem possible but then Dumbledore said not to take chances and I was so worried so I defied Dumbledore's orders and apparated in to check on you and ... Sorry, I'm blabbing, aren't I?" She finished as she took a deep breath.

"I'm fine, Tonks, just ... had an accident."

Tonks spotted the snowglobe lying on the floor, the sharp glass pieces reflecting the sunlight streaming in the window.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "Harry, I know you are grieving for Sirius, Dumbledore told everyone so much when he ordered everyone not to contact you, but there is no need to kill yourself, Sirius would never have wanted that. Death isn't the way out. Sirius' death has probably hit you hard, what am I talking about? It has definitely hit you hard but death isn't the way out, like I said just now. Sirius would never have wanted you to see him before you've had your great grandchildren, he said as much in his will, and ... I'm blabbing again aren't I?"

"Don't worry Tonks, I'm not committing suicide, I just ... had an accident, that's all. I know Sirius wouldn't have wanted me to off myself. Relax, okay?"

Tonks took a few calming breaths. Harry had his first good look at her. Hery eyes were slightly red and puffy, like she'd regularly crying. Judging by the size of her eyebags, Harry guessed she had not had a good night's sleep in ages. Wondering what could have brought this change upon her, it suddenly hit Harry. Tonks too, had been Sirius' family. His death would have affected her as much as it did to him.

"How are you doing?"

She seemed startled, and then answered, "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I better be going. My shift's about to end." Without another word, she was gone with a pop.

Harry continued staring at the spot she had disappeared from, his mind replaying the words she had spoken.

Sirius' will? He had written a will? Why hadn't anyone told him? He would have wanted to go, to listen to Sirius' last words, as a sort of closure.

Yet another thing Dumbledore kept from him. Harry didn't think he would ever forgive Dumbeldore for keeping the Prophecy from him, but right now, he could just remain on neutral ground. Even though Dumbledore's position in his to-hate-and-perhaps-kill list was slowly rising. Still, Harry didn't think he would beat Bellatrix and Voldermort to the top postition.

He sighed, and looked at the broken shards of the snowglobe. The faces of the dead were starting to return to him, and in a bid to stop them, he tried shifting the former snowglobe to the dustbin.

Imagining them floating over, his hand came up to guide it. It worked.

Harry smirked. What fun he was going to have this year with his new power.

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The shadows hiding her brought her to Privet Drive, No. 4, but she did not uncover them. Instead, she remained in the shadows, watching 'Harry Potter' mess around with telekinesis, moving things here and that.

To say she was shocked was an understatement. She had expected Light's powers to remain hidden and locked in him. It appeared that his power had just surfaced, seeing as he was rather new, and using them to do utterly ordinary things. Her power reached out from the shadows, as she curiously wanted to find out the extent of the block in him.

He spun around sharply, green emerald eyes blazing with unnatural fire. "Who's there." His voice, which had remained unheard to her for 16 years made her almost lose her control and jump on him. His eyes met hers, though he didn't know, and she gazed into eyes she hadn't seen for so long. His eyes hadn't changed, as did his apperarence. Calming herself down, she hastily recalled her power. She would have to get someone else to help her. His senses were opening up, and he could sense the high concentration of Dark's powers. Someone on the side of the light would be needed. She couldn't risk getting near to him.

Instead, she explored the place he lived at. The shelfs were filled with Muggle things called toys, used to entertain young children. To say she was puzzled was an understatement. How could the Light Exalted be living at such a dump? She could tell that the people he was livng with probably didn't like him that much.

Taking one final look around, the shadows carried her away once more. She didn't to find out more about him. Unfortunately, the Guide had spent much of his time sleeping, instead of catching up on the affairs of his assigned world. 'Useless bumbling fool,' she thought,'good thing i got rid of him already.'

The rest of the house was a lot better, though a far cry from Dark's immortal home. She could tell that his 'family' didn't really care for him.

'These people aren't his real family,' she thought, 'he belongs with us ... above, in the Gods' Realm. He belongs ... with me.'

Sadness overcame her but she quickly banished it. If Sadness found out she was sad, she would never be able to live it down. The next moment, she was travelling again. She had found him, after 16 long years, but she would not let him be lost from her again. She would help him pass the task, using every favour any god owed her. He would return to his real home, but first she needed an identity and information.

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Harry turned around sharply, unaware that his eyes were blazing with unnatural fire. "Who's there?" his voice, devoid of emotion, almost scaring himself. He looked around, eyes meeting nothing unnatural. 'But I was sure I felt something ...'

He dismissed that as being paronoid. After being hunted by Voldermort for a large part of his life, or rather, entire part of his life seeing as Voldermort had been thinking about him even as a spirit, he would be a little paronoid.

'Moody would be glad ... Constant Vigilance, as he shouts so often ... '

Thinking about Moody made him think of someone's nickname, Moony. And that eventually led to Sirius.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Forget your nightmares. Focus on your power.

But he was feeling unnaturally weak, and yet fully charged up with energy at the same time. Finally, the weakness won out, and he fell onto the floor, blissfully unconscious.

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The next day, Harry woke up feeling more than a little pain in his head. 'What happened?' he thought groggily, as he rubbed his head.

Memories flashed, his new power ... thinking he felt something ... Moody ... Moony ... Sirius ... passing out ...

"Damn," he cursed as he felt a bump. Getting up to stare into the mirror, not like he was vain or anything, just wanting to check out his bump, he looked at his mirror image. It took all his self control to not go screaming away like a little girl.

To say he changed was a major understatement. Over the night, he apparently shot up to about as tall as Ron, though still a little shorter. His previously Quidditch-trained muscles became more defined. Not in a professional wrestler way, but more towards the lean and wiry side. His lenses of his glasses looked a little thinner, weirdly. Reaching up, he took them off and discovered that he could see perfectly well all the same.

"BOY!" and the door flung open to show Vernon Dursley huge body of a walrus.

"NOW, I'VE LET YOU RESTED FOR TWO DAYS AND NOW IS THE TIME FOR YOU TO START PULLING YOUR WEIGHT AROUND HERE! YOUR AUNT HAS A LIST OF CHORES FOR YOU TO DO AND YOU WILL ACCOMPLISH THEM, OR IT MEANS NO FOOD OR WATER! DO NOT PRESUME TO THINK JUST BECAUSE YOUR FREAKY FRIENDS THREATENED US, WE WOULD START TREATING YOU LIKE SOME SORT OF KING! THE FACT WE EVEN FED, CLOTHED AND GAVE YOU SHELTER IS MORE THAN YOU DESERVED! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!"

The entire time Vernon was talking, spittle flew from his mouth like water from a hose, landing rather unfortunately upon his target, Harry. Harry was not amused. Obviously, his uncle had not noticed his 'growth spurt'. Also, he woke up to a bump on his head, only to be met by a close-up of his uncle's mouth, and to have his saliva land all over him. Not to mention his near deafening seeing his uncle was screaming so near to his face. Nope, not a good start of the day.

While he had done the chores out of neccissity in the past, he was not going to take any crap from his family anymore.

"No." and with that simple word, Harry Potter knew he had made an irreversible decision. He showed he no longer cared. He showed he was done with his family. He did something he always wanted to. Over the years, every chore assigned to him starting from his first summer back from Hogwarts, he had always wanted to tell the Dursleys to stuff it, but he never had any guts to do so. And after last night, his remarkable growth spurt, he found the guts to do so.

'Gryffindor courage, GO!' It was a pretty random thoought to have while he watched his uncle's face rapidly grow red, and then progress to an ugly puce.

"NO? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU HAVE A CHOICE BOY! YOU ARE GOING TO START DOING YOUR PART IN THIS FAMILY, IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT!"

Harry raised one eyebrow. "Then I'll just have to make you shut up." He had been planning to use his newly found power to blast him out of his room, but his body thought before him. Inborn reflexes made him threw a roundhouse kick straight to his solar plexus. Any normal person would have fainted, but Vernon had layers and layers of fat protecting him. Still, the kick affected him as he leaned forward in pain. Not slowing down, Harry punched his nose, a feeling of satisfaction as Vernon's nose cracked.

"YOUB IBIOT! POW BUARE YOU GIT ME!" his voice, distorted by his broken and bleeding nose. Vernon tried to deliver one of his punches at Harry, which of course, failed as Harry ducked under his puch and in a impressive show of strength, his punch threw him out of the doorway, and the walrus lay pitifully on the floor.

Petunia, who had heard the commotion, stood very still at the hallway, frozen stiff. Dudley, amazingly, slept through the whole confrontation. Her wide single eyelid eyes, so ugly and unlike her sister's, stared straight into Harry's. Vernon, lay moaning pitifully.

"I'm no longer your slave, so stop treating me like one. I know you don't like me, and believe me the feeling's mutual. I'll be out of your skin after a month, so bear with it. I don't mess in your business, you don't mess in mine, and you can keep your normal life. After this summer, I'm no longer coming back, so this will be the last time, I'll see you."

"But he ... that old professor of yours, said you would stay here until you were seventeen." Petunia, though facing a person much more formidable than her, managed to say composedly.

"I don't care what he says. I'll be leaving this summer, and I won't be coming back, ever again, even if i have to live on the streets. Got that?" Not bothering to hear her answer, Harry slammed the door closed. However, the effect was spoiled, when the door split into two and fell off its hinges.

Harry cursed, using some words that if repeated in the presence of Mrs Weasley, would result in his mouth being washed out by soap. More than once.

"I'm going out, and I'll come back only when i feel like it." Thankfully, he had passed out T-shirt and jeans, and he left the Dursleys behind as he stormed out of the house. Not slowing down any, he walked so fast, he could hear the wheezing breath of the Order member guarding him. 'Mundungus,' he noted, as he smelled a whiff of tobacco.

Catching sight of the vandalised playground in front of him, he slowed, and sat at the bottom of a tree, back leaning against the trunk. It was only when he calmed down and thought for a second or two that the entirety of the situation hit him. He punched his uncle, more than once. Not to mention kick as well. He scared stiff his aunt. He broke his door. He essentially, gained control of his life at the Dursleys.

'Bloody hell. What type of growth spurt not only makes your height shoot up, but also cause you to gain ... muscles? What type of growth spurt not only do the above mentioned but also changes you to a fighting machine, managing to change the lenses of your glasses and repair your eyesight? What type of growth spurt changes your personality?'

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She knew all she had to by now. It had taken an entire night, and used up all the resources known to the Guide but she had found out all she needed. The world called Earth, Plane of Pawal, Dimension of Disoy, was one of the magical worlds. And it was in the magical worlds that she discovered information she needed on Harry Potter. Apparently, the magical world was currently going through a war, though skirmishes would be a better word. She tracked down You-Know-Who, the enemy of Harry. Somehow, the name seemed oddly fitting for Light.

Until now however, she still hadn't found out the self-proclaimed Dark Lord's true name. The only references she found were You-Know-Who, He Who Must Not Be Named and other similar variations. It was getting downright frustrating. Right now, she was walking in open sight into Riddle Manor, dressed in T-shirt and jeans. Odd attire for someone supposedly trying to take over from 'You-Know-Who' The wards could hardly bind her, and their effect on her was similar to someone throwing a feather at her. Even less probably.

The men called Death Eaters rushed out to intercept the incoming intruder, but a flick of her hand sent them flying out of her path. She was careful not to hurt them too seriously though. If they were hurt, they wouldn't make good followers, now would they?

Her power pushed open the doors and she continued walking, occasionally raising her hand to throw bodies out of her path. Finally, she reached the 'Throne Room'.

To say the room was a 'Throne Room' was a major overstatement. Obviously, the 'Dark Lord' had never knew what a Throne Room of any Dark person should be like. Even Light's Throne Room would have made a better fit, and the whole place was white!

"Who daresss to trepasssss the Dark Lord'sssss home?" he questioned, his voice hissing away.

"You call this a home?" her voice, beautiful and melodic, carried in the silence of the room. In the room, only the Inner Circle were present. She laughed a harsh laugh. "Even my horses stay in a better place than this!"

The 'Dark-Lord-who-probably-couldn't-even-kill-an-ant' 's red eyes widened and filled with anger. His wand flew to his hand and he hissed, "Crucio!"

The red beam shot towards her, who batted it away with her hand. Her eyes, dark brown in colour, filled with evil as she said, "If you hadn't done that, I might have spared your life. But now, I've decided to do something more terrible."

Her hand shot out and a globe of the darkest night shot towards He Who Must Not Be Named, who didn't even dodge. As the globe connected, he was sent, into the Underworld. 'No doubt Death would amuse himself with him. He only ever adored men.'

Turning her gaze onto the Inner Circle, she said, "I guess that makes me your new Mistress, doesn't it?" As one, the sank onto the knees and said, "Mistress." However, one Severus Snape was thinking, "Dumbledore has to know this."

Dark caught that thought, and knew Harry was less than happy with that Dumbledore. Nevertheless, she did not expose Snape. He and Dumbledore would be needed to help create a situation for Harry to fall in, in which he would be faced with the betrayal and hurt Father Heaven wanted him to face.

She snorted inwardly. Anyone could tell Light would pass Father Heaven's task. How could he possibly turn from the side of the Light, when he was the Light himself?

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Done. Please review, and give me your opinions.

A/N: I understand the Dark doesn't seem that evil, and Voldermort seems too easy to be killed but understand that Voldermort isn't killed, but merely sent to the Underworld, alive nonetheless. Regarding Dark, the reason she doesn't seem that evil will be explained in one of the later chapters. Which is actually very very late. This may not be my first fanfiction story, seeing as I have a few other accounts, but please still be lenient regarding grammar and spelling mistakes. Thank you

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