A/N: Argh. I am sooo not feeling up to humour at the moment. Tragedy is all I feel at the moment. Ok, I admit it, I've been reading Romeo and Juliet. So what? Do you have to feel happy all the time? Well, here you are. The first black.and.white.stripes. story! yay! Well, I won't get bogged down too much except to say...

DISCLAIMER: Nothing in Harry Potter is mine. They belong to J.K.Rowling. What happened to sharing? Well? But the story is mine. All mine.

...and that's the end of my author's note.

White

Inhuman

Prologue - The Dream

The dream...it always disappeared so elusively when I awake. It has been here since my 18th birthday, when I graduated from Hogwarts and began pursuing a life as a teacher. Of course, I'll always miss my friends, Harry, Ron and so many others. Some I will not, of course. But I visit them, every so often. I'm good friends with Ginny, who is still at school, and I know that these friends will never be lost.

But the dream is not about my friends. It is about wind and darkness and...something...something that slips away once I get the faintest outline of it. A beautiful something. A strong something. A free something. It occupies my thoughts by day and my dreams by night. I can't explain the feeling...of knowing that if I could just think of it, I would know who I was. Or what, or where, or something.

The dream is a living thing. It knows where my mind lingers and who I am. It knows something about me that I don't, a midnight stalker that I can't pin down. I wish it would go away, that it hadn't come in the first place, but it is here to stay and wishing will not do anything. Besides, there is that feeling, of wanting to know what the mysterious something is. Something of me, like my mind and soul. Something I can't read about or learn about.

I must have read fifty books on the subject. Understanding Dreams and Meanings of Dreams. I even asked Professor Trelawney, who told me to be prepared for Death, as usual. A hundred spells for banishing spirits and curing nightmares have not helped, and now I don't know what to do.

So I do nothing. I wait every night until sleep...and in the morning it is a little clearer. One day, I pray, it will be clear enough for me to see, to feel.

That day is today.

A/N Sorry it's short, will try and keep them long, but this is a prologue! It's allowed to be short! More coming soon! And:

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