SSD: Hello, everyone! Yes, I know this is not my normal greeting, but this is not a fanfic that will have any Japanese characters in it. This is based solely in England in the world of Harry Potter.

Harry: Thank you so much for mentioning me.

SSD: Umm, you're one of the main characters, of course I'm going to mention you.

Rose: Don't be sarcastic, Harry.

Harry: Yes, Aunt Rose.

Draco: Ha ha! Potter got told by his hag of an aunt.

Rose: (glares) What was that, Wingly?

Draco: (gulp) Scary.

Harry: That's my Aunt Rose!

Meru: Hey, what's all the hubbub about? When do I get into the story?

SSD: Meru, the story hasn't even started yet. I suggest you sit down, shut up, and let me get to writing! That goes for all of you!

Everyone: Shutting up now.

SSD: Good. Now, if you wouldn't mind, Draco, please do the disclaimer.

Draco: (sigh) To see one of such great magic power be degraded to this is a tragedy.

Disclaimer: SilverSerpentDragon does not own Harry Potter or Legend of Dragoon. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Sony. I am broke, so do not sue.

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Prologue: Rose of the Evan

Darkness. It was all around her, surrounded her in a blanket of bleak nothingness. She could not see any pinprick of light. It was just as Syuviel had told her death was. Rose was alone, a fate she had not wanted. She died with her love, Zieg, but now she was alone. Why? Why did the darkness steal her away from her friends and lover? Why does her own element continue to isolate her? She had no answers, only the darkness of Mayfil.

That was when she saw it, the light she had told Syuviel was there. Within the desolate darkness was a tiny, hopeful light. She began to feel heavier as she was drawn into it. The light enveloped her, painfully bright compared to the black void of before. She screamed at the agony as the light pierced her, and she drew a breath of sterile air. Her dark green eyes opened and she saw that she was in some sort of clinic in a stranger's arms. Rose also felt that she was smaller than normal.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Evans, you have two beautiful baby girls," the stranger said as he placed Rose in a woman's arms.

The woman had dark green eyes like Rose but with red hair instead of raven. She was pale and a light sheen of sweat coated her skin. The woman, presumably Mrs. Evans, gingerly and weakly settled the reborn Rose into the crook of her arm. "Rose. Rose Marie Evans and Lillian May Evans."

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Rose practiced her movements with a plastic sword her father gave her. Her parents wouldn't allow her to have a real sword until she turned eighteen. Lillian, or Lily as she preferred to be called, watched from the side. Almost eleven years ago, Rose had been reborn into this world, just as she had told Syuviel. Imagine her surprise when she finally understood the significance of her rebirth!

Stab. Slash. Thrust.

She began to ponder on where her other friends may have gone. She wondered if Zieg had been reborn as well. Lily sat up from her seat on the lawn and pointed to the sky.

"Rose, there's an owl flying in daylight and it's coming right for us!"

The reborn Dragoon of Darkness paused in her sword kata. "Don't be ridiculous, Lily. Owls are nocturnal animals; they sleep during the—HEY!"

The barn owl perched on top of Rose's raven head. It dropped two letters and then took off. Rose chased after it, swinging her toy sword as if it was her old rapier.

"Get back here, you stupid bird! Why I ought to—!"

"I think it only meant to drop these letters off. Have you ever heard of Hogwarts?"

Rose and Lily's older sister, Petunia, watched with envy as they read their letters of acceptance from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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"My, my, you are a tricky one, Miss Evans, very tricky indeed." Olivander mused as he handed another wand to a bored Rose. "No, no, that won't do. Ah, perhaps…" the old wizard trailed off as he went to the back of his shop. He returned with a pitch black box with a purple dragon engraved. "Try this; 11 ½", rosewood with a heartstring from a Hungarian Horntail dragon."

Rose took the brownish black wand from its casing and waved it. A shower of purple and black sparks shot out and took the shape of the Darkness Dragoon armor.

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"Hmm, you are very hard to place. You are older than you appear, that is for sure. You have also used any means necessary to save this world in the past, including the annihilation of entire towns. You would fit in with Slytherin very well. Your loyalty to your lover for over 11,000 years would put you in Hufflepuff had that the only notable feature you possess. You definitely have enough brains to be a Ravenclaw. Ah, I see now, Miss Evans, you possess an unimaginable amount of courage to fight alone for many millennia and to accept your own death. Yes, you my dear are a GRYFFINDOR!"

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A thirteen year old Rose smirked as she tossed the bag of marbles in her hand. The old wizard didn't know what power these little "trinkets" held and sold it to her for a mere seven sickles. She stopped in her tracks once she was far enough from the village and opened the bag. Rose pulled out a dark purple, almost black, stone. It emitted a bright dark blue light in her hand. Once again, she would be the Darkness Dragoon and protect this world from any evil that would threaten it.

She looked in the bag and was shocked to see that there not seven stones left, but nine! The Darkness Dragon spoke to her then. It told her that they were the Dargoon Spirits of the Amber Wood Dragon and Metal Dragon. Great, just what she needed, more elements to deal with.

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Rose walked through the dark tunnel she had followed Remus to. She knew that once every month since third year, Remus Lupin would sneak out of the dormitory. The fifth year Gryffindor tapped into the slight amount of dragoon magic she had learned to access so that she would have a kind of night vision.

"Remus, are you in here? Remus?"

She saw a hunched over figure in the middle of the tunnel. Her enhanced vision revealed that it was Remus, if the condition of his robes was a dead give away.

"Rose? What are you doing here? Get out before it's too late!" The dusty blond haired teen yelled at her.

Rose stood her ground. "Not until you tell me what you're doing here! What the hell is going on, Remus?"

Remus started to scream and writhe in pain. Rose watched in horror as his bones shifted and his pale skin was covered in a dusty blond coat of fur. Remus was soon on all fours, whimpering in pain as waves of agony continued to crash through his changing body. A growl then resonated in his throat, an animalistic growl. Golden eyes flashed in the dim tunnel as Wolf Remus turned his attention to the shocked girl. He lunged, craving for fresh blood.

Rose raised her arm in front of her face in a pitiful defense. The dragoon spirit hanging around her neck reacted to her life threatening situation and cloaked her in a sphere of icy darkness. The dragoon armor of the Darkness Dragoon melted onto her form from the darkness. Wolf Remus bit into the steel hard gauntlet of black metal. He quickly released her and stared at her in curiousity.

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"So, you're a werewolf and that's why you've been sneaking out? You don't want to risk injuring the other students?" Rose asked the now human Remus the next morning.

"Yes. I'm sorry that I tried to bite you. While I remember everything that happens in my wolf form, I have no control over it. You…don't hate me do you?" Remus fidgeted slightly under Rose's speculative gaze.

Rose was thinking of her past life. Damia, the original Blue Sea Dragoon, had reacted the same way when they all found out she was half mermaid. The dragoons stuck by each other and didn't care about what race one belonged to. The same was true for the next generation of dragoon heroes. No, Rose couldn't hate Remus for something he had no control over. "No, I couldn't hate someone for what is not their fault. You said it yourself that you can't control the wolf. But tell me this, do your friends know?"

"Yes, they found out immediately. After all, we share the same dorm."

"That is true. Can I ask you one more question, Remus?"

The werewolf's amber eyes lit with curiosity not unlike the wolf's from the night before. "Go ahead."

"If I knew of a way for you to potentially be free of the curse, would you take it?"

Remus gawked. "Y-you know of a cure? All the medi-wizards told me that there was no cure!"

Rose shook her head as she leaned against the shabby wall of the Shrieking Shack. "It's not a cure per say, at least I don't think that it would cure you. It would more than likely give you control of the wolf."

"If I can prevent the wolf from attacking anyone, I would do it."

Rose pulled out a brown pouch with several marbles in it. She reached in and took out a whitish silver one. "This is the White Silver Dragoon Spirit. If you can master its power, and if it recognizes you as a wielder, you may be able to control the curse. It is only a possibility though."

Remus graciously accepted the little white marble. It shined brilliantly in his hand and he felt a great feeling of warmth overcome him. He smiled at Rose. "I promise, I will try to master the White Silver Dragon's powers." He then bent down and kissed Rose on the cheek. "Thank you."

A blush stained her cheeks and she cleared her throat to try to hide her embarrassment. "We should be going back to the castle now."

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"Did Remus really ask you out?" Lily asked her fraternal twin.

Seventeen year old Rose blushed and crossed her arms over her chest. "So what if he did? You know, I heard that James Potter is still trying to get you to be his girlfriend. I see that he's quite smitten with you, why don't you give him a chance?"

"I will, if you give Remus a chance."

Rose smiled as her sister signed her own fate. "Then I think I will accept Remus's request."

Lily gawked at her raven haired sister and then cursed as she realized that she had walked right into that one. Now, to find Potter and tell him that she would go on a date with him, she thought to herself.

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Nineteen year old Rose watched as Lily panted with exertion. She held on to her sister's hand as she went through labor. Petunia didn't even bother to show up for the birth of her nephew and Rose knew that it had nothing to do with her own month old son. James stood at Lily's other side and held that hand.

"Just a little longer, sister, only a few more pushes and you'll have your child in your arms," Rose whispered comfortingly to her sister.

"To think (grunt) that this is what (grunt) I have to (grunt) go through for (scream) one child. (grunt) Poor Mother," Lily grunted through the painful contractions.

The wailing of a newborn infant filled the room as Lily collapsed back on the hospital bed. The mediwitch cleaned off the Potters' infant child and placed him in Lily's waiting arms. "It's a healthy baby boy, Mr. and Mrs. Potter."

"What're we going to call him, Lils?" James asked as he stared at his son in wonder.

Lily smiled serenely, her eyes were distant even though they were focused on her child. "Our son's name is Harry. Harry James Potter. Would you like to hold him, Rose?"

The dark haired twin gently took little Harry from her sister's arms. She looked down at him with many emotions clouding her dark green eyes. She felt longing, wondering if Zieg had lived after the Dragon Campaign if they would have had a family, a child to raise. She felt pride for her sister. But, most of all, she could feel a sense of duty to her small nephew.

"I promise you, Lily, no matter what happens, I will be there to help you take care of Harry."

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Rose glared at her former Headmaster angrily. "What do you mean, 'he'll be safer with Petunia'? She hates magic, you idiotic bastard! Do you know what she'll put him through? Harry'll be lucky to live to six, let alone eleven! She didn't even bother to visit Lily when he was born. Harry is coming with me and that is final!"

The old wizard smiled benignantly as he bounced one and a half year old Harry in his arms. "I understand that you are concerned for Harry's wellbeing, but you have nothing to fear. I promise you that Petunia will take good care of him."

"She had better. Or else I swear that I will take vengeance for Harry's abuse on her and her family first, and then I will come looking for you." Rose made certain that her hand was on the hilt of her rapier as she stated her promise. She turned and left Privet Drive after she saw Dumbledore place Harry in a basinet and set him on the porch of no. 4.

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Now, fifteen years later, a thirty-seven year old Rose sat in the study of her quaint home. In her hands was a wizarding picture of her, Lily, Remus, and James from their seventh year. Remus. She had left the Wizarding World after her fight with Dumbledore. She had hoped that if she stayed in the muggle world, she would have a better chance of looking after her nephew. She had left Remus behind in favor of Harry. Rose pondered briefly if he missed her or if he had moved on with his life. Did he think that she died during a Death Eater raid? She could only wish and hope that she held a place in his heart, just as he held a place in hers beside Zieg. She would never forget her first love—that was an impossible task considering she waited for him for 11,000 years—but it was time to let him go. And she did so by loving Remus with equal passion.

Rose flipped through the Daily Prophet. She had started to subscribe once more this summer when she heard rumors that Voldemort was back. In the Wanted section she found an ad for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts and smirked. What better way for her to check up on her nephew.

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SSD: That, is one long prologue. But you have to factor in the passage of time so it makes sense.

Rose: May I ask what possessed you to pair me with Remus? Not that I'm complaining.

SSD: Actually, this story is based off of a dream I had where you and Remus were a couple. So I thought, "why not?" and started to write this story.

Harry: Not another one of your dream based fics! You started "Harry Potter and the Light of Ra and look how that turned out!

SSD: If I recall, it was a pretty popular story. I did get 40 reviews for it and it sucked as far as grammar goes! Now, can I ask you to keep your mouth shut, Sparky?

Rose: (amused) Sparky? That's an interesting nickname for Harry.

SSD: He is the you-know-what dragoon and he has a Lightning bolt shaped scar so why not Sparky?

Harry: Bloody hell, I've been nicknamed with a dog's name.

Remus: Harry, don't swear in front of your aunt. Or me, for that matter.

Harry: What did I do to deserve being pestered like this?

Draco: How should I know? Ust because I'm a reborn Wingly doesn't mean I know everything.

Meru: Very true. Hey, I just noticed that my magic is stronger than last life!

SSD: Good for you. Now, I hope all you readers will stick around for the real chapter one. See ya!