Chapter 1: We own the night.

Disclaimer: I am just a mere visitor in the sublime world constructed by J.K Rowling. Anything that rings a bell is hers. Oh, and We own the night belongs to Pixie Lott and Selena Gomez and the Scene

A/N: Hey guys! So, this is the sequel to Phoenix Accession. You probably have to read that for this to make sense – I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

Harry's POV

I walked down the stairs, hovering on the last step; ears peeked trying to decipher each word. As the words floated from the next room in a clear feminine voice, I felt myself audibly sigh in relief. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Seems like today would be another perfectly normal day. Nothing special. Purely insignificant…I took the step that allowed me to reach the floor and I turned towards the kitchen, ignoring the sudden rapping at the door.

Aunt Petunia looked at me reproachfully as she walked passed, as if I attempted to answer the door and disgrace them by presenting my unwelcome face to their guest. This was strange though, whenever they expected company, they always ensured I stayed upstairs. Maybe it was Mrs Polkiss – maybe she finally caught dear Dudders smoking a joint with precious Pierce in his bedroom.

I stopped however, hearing not a screaming match of blame between Aunt Petunia and Mrs Polkiss…but a voice I haven't heard in a month. A voice that had me petrified mid-step.

"You must be Petunia! How wonderful to finally meet you!"

My blood seemed to unfreeze, and I turned around, hoping that I was mistaken. There was a slight, very slight, chance that I misheard the voice, but there was no mistaking the face. The wide, slate grey eyes that turned stormy in a blink, the plump pink lips, the straight nose, the lightly tanned skin. And then there was everything else, the dark flowing hair, the confident stance, the…everything.

She let Aunt Petunia out of the hug she had her in and smiled that smile of hers. There was only one thing that smile meant, and it rhymed with bubble.

She walked past gaping Aunt Petunia, still not looking at me. Uncle Vernon rushed into the passage,

"Is that a Limo out-"

He stopped, noticing for the first time the presence of a stranger. She just turned her mischievous mug in his direction, strutting forward with her hand extended.

"And you must be Vernon. Such a pleasure. I hope the car isn't blocking the driveway." She said all of this in a tone that was absolutely foreign to the voice…was she being polite?

"Oh, how rude of me. Harry has told me so much about his family, I feel like I know you already. I'm Kyrianna of course. Kyrianna Thornton."

She looked expectantly at them, and her face fell in the most adorable way…she turned towards me, "You didn't tell your family about me Harry…."

I tried to keep a blank face to her big doe eyes, completely lost to where she was going with this. Uncle Vernon luckily saved me,

"Thornton…why does that ring a bell."

She blushed prettily and ducked her head to the side. Was I dreaming? Have I entered a parallel universe? I thought crap only began to plague me once school started.

"Well…actually…my brothers are Linus and Lenzo-"

"The owners of ThornCorpe! They just bought shares in Grunnings."

"I'm not too sure about my brothers' business deals…but that does sound familiar…is that a nail company?" She tapped the side of her chin in thought.

"Drills." Uncle Vernon said proudly.

She smiled at him, "How interesting. Anyway…we best be off. Lots to do today – I'll have him back by curfew!" She threw the remark over her shoulder as she hooked her arm around mine; I looked down at her trying to hide my shock. She leaned her head against my shoulder and her scent plagued me,

"Excuse me-"Aunt Petunia started but Uncle Vernon cut her off quickly,

"Of course, of course. Please pass my regards to your brothers. Actually, we should have supper sometime."

"How kind of you Mr Dursley…I will definitely make the suggestion. Toodles."

She dragged me out the door before I could even react. I looked back and saw Uncle Vernon rush to the window to watch us drive off, Aunt Petunia hot on his heels.

"Keep your mouth shut Potter, just smile and wipe that look off your face. And stop squirming. What kind of boyfriend doesn't reciprocate his girlfriend's affection?"

I glared down at her, "The kind of boyfriend that isn't a boyfriend."

She ignored me and stopped at the limo, looking at me pointedly. I glared back at her. She started nodding her head towards the door slightly… did she develop a tic over the summer. She then huffed, muttering about scar addled idiots and quickly opened the door and she smiled up at me,

"Why, thank you, Harry." She jumped inside and I turned around, seeing two faces pushed up against the living room window. I looked into the car hesitantly, thinking. The decision was taken away from me though as she yanked me in, taking advantage of the tinted windows. She leaned over and slammed the door.

"Onward Gustavo!"

"Certainly, Miss Ky. Hello, Mr Potter."

Still in a state of shock, I nodded. I watched as a window rolled up, separating this Gustavo from us. Suddenly the breath was knocked out of me as she grabbed me in a tight hug. Before I could react, she let go,

"Happy Birthday!"

She disappeared for a moment, dropping quickly to the floor and began rummaging under the seat. I tried to ignore the form fitting jeans that stuck out as she continued her under the seat treasure hunt. She jumped up again with a manic smile, jamming something atop my head and opening a container. Inside was a treacle tart that said, 'Happy B'day Potter'.

"Oh crapsicles! I forgot the candles. Stavo, you have a match?"

"Compartment to your left, Miss Ky."

"Oh, thanks." She pulled out a match and struck it, plunging it into the tart. "Make a wish!"

"Thornton-"

"The candle's going to go out! Quickly."

"What on Earth-"

"Potter!" She looked at me desperately, gesturing at the match. I rolled my eyes and blew it out.

"You didn't make a wish."

I sighed, "I did. It didn't come true though, you're still here. This brings me back to my first question. What on Earth is going on?"

"Isn't it obvious? We're celebrating your birthday." She furrowed her brows, "It is the 30th of July."

"No, it's the 31st."

"Oh no! I'm a day late."

"Yes, so stop this car."

"Wait a second. Stavo how many days are there in July?"

"31, Miss Ky."

"Ha! I'm not late then. Mi said your birthday was the end of July and that's today."

Hearing her name flipped my switch. I went from confused to fuming in the blink of an eye.

"Thornton-"

"So, I'm starv-"

"Stop this car."

"I'm craving pancakes! Ooh no but crispy bacon is sooo…."

"STOP this-"

"You know you should never tell them you want your eggs sunny side up, then it comes back as uncooked as-"

"STOP THIS FUCKING CAR!"

She finally stopped talking, looking at me as if I was the crazy one.

"Fine…we'll have pancakes…."

Suddenly the words didn't come to mind, all that anger and frustration at not knowing a thing for the past few weeks couldn't be formed into sentences. I literally tried pulling the hair from my head; there was so much I had thought to rave about yet now…nothing.

"Ohhhhh." A look of understanding graced her face and she smiled guiltily at me, maybe I didn't have to explain myself….

"You need the toilet…that's why you're all like stop the car and looking constipated, Stav-"

"SHUT UP. JUST shut up." Her voice was just raising my boiling point. "What are you even doing here? It's been weeks and not even a letter or anything and now suddenly poof…oh what's that? The fuck you suddenly give just standing in my doorway." I know I was screaming at more than just her. I was screaming at Ron and Hermione and Sirius. The lot of them. I'm the one that saw him comeback. I'm the one that saw him kill Cedric. Yet I'm the one left completely in the dark.

She buried her face into her palms, her dark halo falling around her. Shit. I completely forgot about the whole Cedric thing…and now she's crying. Shit. I reached up and hesitantly touched her shoulder…. "Thornton." She looked up, tears leaking down her flushed face. Her mouth wide open…laughing…

"Do that again. 'Poof…oh what's that?' Don't forget the hand action, that's what makes it so funny. Again, again…. Potter?"

I was gripping my knees, stopping my hands from entertaining itself with more fun things. Like strangling her! She then sighed and leaned back, relaxing into her seat.

"I don't get you. A friend shows up on your birthday and you scream at her as if the whole world is against you. Anyway, I have the whole day planned…"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because it's your-"

"No…I mean why are YOU doing this?" Why was she here? After not hearing from her in a month. Not a word. I looked as she rolled her eyes.

"What does it matter why I am here, just that I am. And before you have another bitch fit, I didn't write you because I DO NOT WRITE LETTERS. Period. It's not my style. So, what's your excuse?"

I turned away. I shouldn't have brought up that whole writing thing. She didn't write me, but I didn't write her either. It just didn't seem…normal. I thought about it…but then I had absolutely nothing to say... well nothing that I could put in words... "I didn't know where you were."

"Sure." She obviously didn't believe me. She must really want to drop the topic.

"We're here, Miss Ky."

"Thank you Stavo." She turned to open the door, but I grabbed her wrist. I ignored the feeling of her soft skin and spoke the words,

"We're forgetting something very important."

"I know. But then I was thinking, it's your birthday. Why can't I have both? We'll have bacon and eggs here and then go to Patty's for pancakes. It'll be like dessert! Oooh bressert! Because you know, breakfast dessert."

I shook my head, attempting to not even process her words. "There's a dark lord after me. Should I be really going out for breakfast?"

"And Voldemort is going to be hiding in Delilah's Diner…look he's trying to keep a low profile, right? Because Fudge is an ass and won't believe he's back. It's allowing him to group the old followers together, it's in his best interest to lay low for now, allow people to bask in their false sense of security. But…" She fidgeted under the seat and pulled out a bag. "I know what a paranoid git you can be, so I came prepared. Just keep still!"

I stopped backing away and she placed her fingers on my chin, concentrating on my forehead. She dabbed her finger into a jar of something, before I could object, she stopped me,

"Relax…it's just foundation. I had to add a thing or two to prevent it from dissolving when coming into contact with your scar. It's working, and it should work for a few hours at least. Wow. I actually like you better with the bolt."

I ignored her and looked in the rear-view mirror…and she was right. Not about me looking better scarred, but that it actually covered up. Normal make-up doesn't work on cursed scars. I wonder what she…she grabbed my chin and made me face her again, something flimsy on her fingertip. Upon noticing what it was I stood my ground,

"Woah! I can do that!" I took the contact lens from her and put them on rather clumsily, I reached for my glasses, but she snatched them away. I made to grab them and then I realized…I could see.

I felt naked.

"Just one more thing!" She made for my hair, and I grabbed her hands, holding her back, "You are not cutting my hair!" I looked down horrified at the scissors.

"Stop being such a baby Potter I just need a strand."

"Why!" She managed to get one hand out of my grip, used my knee as a step ladder and yanked at my hair. She looked at her hand, smiling at her find and dropped the strand into the bottle. She then dropped another lighter strand in, but I was barely paying attention as she was still on my knee. She shoved the bottle at my face…I was in no position to fight and drank it. I looked at the mirror again and stared back at a stranger with hazel eyes and light brown hair. The eyes were very familiar…it was my dad's colour…I looked back at her and was assaulted by a strange sight.

"Blue hair! We're supposed to be keeping a low profile!"

"Chill, it's only blue in the light."

"It's light everywhere, you look ridiculous." Of course this was an outright lie. She looked like she could grace the cover of a rock magazine with her funky hair.

"I knew you'd kill my buzz." I watched as she tipped back a bottle, the blue changed to blonde. She fiddled with her face a bit, and when she looked up again, my eyes were staring back at me. She looked in the mirror,

"Knew I would work it better than you." She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car.

Six hours later I found myself looking down at her smiling face.

"You sure?"

"If not you, then who?"

I shook my head, she was right. I gripped it tightly and swung hard, watching the lights shoot up halfway as the hammer struck the platform. I ignored her laughter, "We should play that can knocking game, at least it involves some sort of skill. Not silly hammer games…anyway I'm pretty sure this machine is rigged to not hit the top…"

I watched as the next guy proved me wrong, handing a huge teddy bear to his girlfriend. I turned to walk away when the salesman stopped me, "Here's your gift mate. My advice, you want to keep a lass like that, best hit the gym." I walked away, ignoring her laughter and tossing the one-eyed midget bear the salesman just handed me in the air. She ran ahead, the mutant in her hand, hustling some other poor sod for cheaper candy floss.

After breakfast and 'bressert', we had driven for about an hour to this place. In that drive she had had placed a proposition on the table. It was no questions, no worries, just to trust that she thought this through and go with it. And if at the end of the day, I didn't have a good time, she would answer what I asked with little to no complaints. I figured I was already in the car. Plus, why should I even bother? It isn't like the people whose rules I was so ardently following were here now. Or even giving me any sort of valuable information? So why should I listen to their 'keep your head down' and 'don't wander about', it's not like they bothered, were they having to live through one painful night's sleep after another. Did they see him? No. They can take all their bloody rules and stuff it.

We were at a countryside village fair. We went on all the rides and played all the games. I had to admit…I was having fun. I think this was the first time I actually celebrated my birthday on the date itself.

She ran back, smiling up at me,

"I got it for free."

"How proud you should feel for stealing from a hardworking man."

She rolled her eyes, "It's not my fault people can't say no to this face Potter. Oops."

Something fluttered out of her backpack, she looked at me expectantly. I grumbled and bent down to pick it up. Suddenly there was a twisting uncomfortable sensation in my stomach and the world was spinning. I could feel a warm hand hugging my arm and before I knew it, my feet slammed down on…soft sand.

"A PORTKEY! Thor-"

"Relax. Here, put this on…Quickly Potter, we're going to be late!"

I grabbed the white shirt she tossed at me on reflex, whirling around. We were on a beach, behind a large rock. I saw a ship nearby.

"Turn around!" I whipped my head back in the previous direction,

"Why are you naked!?"

"I'm changing like you should be you Pervert. Hurry up!"

Still recovering from what I might have seen I started to change. I barely had the last button done when she started pulling me. We stopped at a small dock, a man with a clipboard standing there looking completely out of place. "Names?"

"Emma Watson and Daniel Radcliffe."

He nodded, ushering us to the ship.

"Hold on-"

"Come on Potter, walk now, talk later."

She dragged me onto the ship, and we were ushered to the upper deck.

"Where are we?"

She laughed, a sound that was much throatier than I recalled and shrugged nonchalantly, "We're nowhere."

"What?"

"Harry Potter and Ky Thornton are nowhere. If you're asking where Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson are…then I have to say they're on a ship."

"I can see that…where is this ship though?"

"We're still in the UK…"

"Yes, but where?"

She didn't answer my question, a tiny girl-woman with bright red hair did.

"Are you ready Bournemouth!" Suddenly people rushed out to the upper deck from hidden nooks and crannies. Ky turned to me quickly,

"It's 9:30…you've been so good today, just a few more hours of just existing. Of not thinking…of just feeling. You can run off this ship and scream kidnap…or you can stay. Listen to some music you have never heard before and get squashed in the crowd and maybe meet a pretty girl and make out silly with her. It's your choice."

I looked at her. Today was a blur, one thing happening after another, I was so consumed by distraction that I never stopped to ask the logical questions. The important ones…why start now? "Who is this?"

"Hayley Williams."

"She's cute."

"Set your sights a little lower Potter. She's the lead singer of Paramore, which you soon will be finding out, is LEGEND! How about that one in the little red dress."

"You mean the one in the red top…"

She laughed, "Such a prude…it's her fanny to show off!"

We stopped talking and looked back to the stage as the red-haired woman started singing,

"You were my conscience...so solid, now you're like water…" in a voice that commanded our attention.

I watched as she swung her newly blonde locks wildly, mouthing the lyrics to the song she obviously liked, her face flushed and hands flinging. I sipped my coke and laughed as she hit the guy next to her in the eye. He turned around angrily but stopped when he saw her apologetic grin. I know how you feel mate… a constant catch between strangling or hugging. Just then someone shoved into me, and I looked down to find light blue eyes smiling up at me. It was a girl that seemed to be our age and she had jet black hair like mine…well like how mine used to be. She blushed prettily,

"I'm sorry!"

"It's OK." We looked away; an awkward silence present paradoxical to the loud music around us. I was pushed closer to her, she blushed again. She was cute.

"Lost Prophets…"

"Huh?"

She looked at me, shocked at my confusion and pointed at the band. Oh, the band. Oh crap…she must think I'm an idiot.

"It's hard to say, their style has changed so much. I prefer their last album."

She smiled at this. Nice save, she blushed again. "So do you go to St Andrews?"

I nodded to such a small degree; I bet she didn't even know I moved my head. Another awkward silence…I looked behind me to see Ky deep in conversation with the boy that bumped into her. He looked at least eighteen…how long did I turn around for? She was jabbering about something, and he was just watching her lips move, the idiot. She was an even bigger idiot for talking to the ass in the first place. I was distracted by someone shouting, "There they are!"

The man with the clipboard was pointing straight at us, a boy that could be my twin standing behind him. I felt a familiar hand grab my wrist and didn't have to be urged to run this time, five hulking men made it quite voluntary.

Ten minutes later and quite a stretch down the beach I bent over, trying to catch my breath. We were on a deserted pier, a long way away from the ship.

"I thought that was just an alias'! We snuck in pretending to be actual people! That exist!"

She laughed and twirled like a psychotic princess, the light shining off her green dress that really brought out her eyes. Well, my eyes…

"It's not my fault! I didn't think those two would actually show up! I mean they're celebrities and that was just a school concert. Well, it was for some of the most prestigious schools in the UK and they did manage to bag a few good artists…if anyone is to blame it's the bouncer. Who doesn't know what Emma Watson and Daniel Radcliffe look like?"

"Evidently you…you look nothing like her."

She laughed at that, "It was the only names I managed to scan off his list in such a short time. And stop complaining, it's not like you didn't have fun. I'm not sure if I should be alone with you here…I've heard stories about you St. Andrew's boys."

I tried to fight the blush, "What was I supposed to say…I go to a school for witchcraft and wizardry."

"You might as well have; she wouldn't have heard a thing. It's more believable than her 'accidentally' bumping into you."

"Oh, and you accidentally bumped into GI Joe back there."

"What? Yes. And what? GI Joe? What century are you from Potter?"

I was about to answer when she clasped her hand around my mouth,

"Shhhh… do you hear that!"

I listened intently, zoning in for footsteps or whispers. All I could hear was the sound of singing wafting from the ship we were just chased off. She then smiled blissfully and dropped down onto the pier. I hurried forward, making sure her legs didn't reach the water.

"Be careful…sharks and stuff…"

"Shhh. Just listen." She patted the place next to her and I sat down as well, crossing my legs, feeling as if they would reach the water if left to hang.

"When we are together
It's the time of our lives
We can do whatever, be whoever we like
Spend the weekend dancing
'Cause we sleep when we die
Don't have to worry about nothing
We own the night
We own the night
We own the night
We own the night…."

I can't place when, but Ky had leaned her head on my chest, and I couldn't say for how long. I stopped listening to the song or was my other senses too much in overdrive to leave attention to hearing. I could smell her shampoo, always fruity but never one that I could place; I could feel her soft breathing and her warmth. I looked down, seeing the familiar dark halo shining up at me, the strange blonde finally gone. And for the first time in weeks…I felt calm. It must be the ocean, its gentle waves lapping the sand, or the moon, bright and throwing everything into illumination…but if I was honest with myself, I knew what it was…

"I missed you."

The words tumbled out of my mouth. My intention was to ask her what was going on in the wizarding world, a question that she managed to evade all day. I was at a loss as to where that had come from.

She turned and looked up at me, her unusual green eyes sincere,

"I missed you too."

I felt like jumping into this ice-cold water. I practically forced her to say it by saying it in the first place. I gulped…searching for a change of topic. "How are Hermione and Ron?"

She shrugged, her shoulders nudging me. "OK, I guess." She then went back to laying her head on my chest. My traitor heart definitely gave me away as it beat at an unnatural pace. Yet I sat there for what felt like ages, the froth of the ocean spaying my face as well as wild strands of her hair…feeling like we really did own the night.

I climbed in and turned to help her, but she swatted my hand away. We had finally taken the portkey back to Privet Drive; it was three in the morning. She said it was too late to head back home and I agreed, she could leave in the morning. She straightened up after leaping through the window and caught the shirt I threw at her.

"I hope it's-"

I shushed her and she rolled her eyes. The Dursley's would kill me if they found a girl in my bedroom. Not because they cared that I ruined my life by knocking up a girl in my teens, but because that would mean an extra mouth for them to feed. She pushed the shirt over her head. She was lucky that it was one that I actually bought, and not a Dudders hand me down. It hung on her like a dress, considerably tighter in certain physiological areas. She pulled her hands into the sleeves, shimmied a bit and I saw something fall into a heap at her feet. She kicked it out, I realised it was the dress she was wearing. How on earth did she do that? She jumped onto my bed,

"What do you think you're doing?" My voice squeaked in shock.

"Horse riding."

"What?"

"What's that saying about ask stupid question, warrant stupid answers?"

"The question is not so stupid. Why are you in my bed?"

"To sleep…that is the intention of a bed."

She ducked back into the covers,

"We can't share a bed!" I whispered loudly at her.

"Why not?"

Why not? Was she serious? Did she honestly not see why it wasn't normal for two teenagers to share a bed? Two teenagers of the opposite sex. She must not think of me like that at all….

She rolled her eyes and grabbed a pillow and duvet and tossed it on the floor next to her, "Fine, be a prude. But just remember you asked for the back ache yourself." She flipped over and snuggled up, leaving me gaping at her audaciousness.

Hours later I woke up, short of breath, gasping. The jet of green still shining in my mind's eye. Stormy grey was looking down at me…how could I forget about the nightmares? They only plagued me every night.

She got off the bed and dropped to the floor quickly. She pulled the duvet and rested her head on my pillow, laying an arm gently around my waist, her face pressed to my back. I was too shocked to say a word; my bemusement didn't last long as sleep claimed me. For the first time that month I had a peaceful sleep…the only nightmare that graced me was when I opened my eyes…all trace of Ky gone.

A/N: So, there's the first chapter of Gemini Queen. Like? Drop a review to let me know what you think!

Kalina