Black Aeon

The time of Lilith Le Fey has gone, and she and her husband James Potter are lost to the Wizarding world, leaving their children behind. Now, said children are seventeen years old, and entering their final year at Hogwarts, and the dark times are still rising... the long awaited sequal to Black Lily.

You can always tell who the Potter women are; they are utterly insane, and there is no difference between Lily and Wylow. Whom better to take after her mother, than her daughter? An escape, a reunion, and rather evident insanity on Wylow's part.

“Ginny, go home now. These gentlemen and I have some business to deal with.” Ginny deflated, staring at the older girl.

Remus looked up at the sky and snarled viciously.

Some how, she managed to trip, and hit the ground heavily. She raised herself up on her arms, and then just collapsed. She felt as if all of her energy was gone, and as though she was utterly alone.

Wylow almost managed a smile, just as her dearest darling (ha ha) and his cronies reached them.

As she watched the blond Slytherin turn around warily, she threw the broken pieces of sword into his face, and as he looked up again, her fist had already pulled back, encased in translucent green fire. As it connected with the blonds’ face, he screamed, and she smelt burnt hair. Behind her, she could hear her brother calling her name. Some weird energy was pumping through her. And she liked it.

Harry stared at his sister, her words ringing in his ears. She knew? And she hadn’t told him? Something big and obviously important was happening to her, and she hadn’t told him? That hurt. That hurt a lot.

“Babe? Come back, you’re drifting off into your own world.” She blinked, and then smiled at the young man.

“What is it ‘Ganie, I was a little busy just then. Wait a second… What the hell is wrong with you?” He looked at her worriedly, and Wylow felt a small feeling a delight that only she could inspire such emotion from her brother. At least, since his fifth year she was the only one.

“Weren’t you taller?” The words escaped her mouth before she could stop them. Hunter blinked, and looked at her in surprise. Arielle came and stood beside her, and stared to find herself on eyelevel with the formerly tiny girl. Jacob raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, hello sir, come to see if your secret weapon managed to not die? Well, I did, lucky for you eh?” It was unbelievable how cheeky she was sometimes. The Headmaster merely chuckled though.

Every one makes sacrifices in a war. Even those which are unwanted, involuntary, and tear you appart.

She closed her eyes, and once again let the night at the fortress play through her head, trying to magic herself into a happier ending. But there was no magic strong enough for her wish.

A thought came to her, and she decided to take the risk, turning back to face Snape at the last moment. “Sir?” He looked around, haughtily. “Yes Miss Potter?” She smiled at him, cheekily. “When you look at me like that, your eyes look like raisins.” Then she quickly made her escape, followed a moment later by the Professors’ laughter. The Story Continues

Everything is moving too slowly in the war effort. Time seems to have slowed down, and yet it is running out rapidly. Broken hearts are not healing fast enough. For Wylow and Harry, it may well be time to take matters into their own hands.

The war is stirring as seventh year moves on. Wylow and Harry must prepare. I've been away for a long time, readers.