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Tears of Purple Luster

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Chapter 1

Iievane raised her head weakly towards the single window in the magical cell. She watched the full moon through the one eye that wasn't swollen and cursed the magics that surrounded this stone prison. It was torture to not be able to feel that familiar burning on her forehead each time she tried to call upon her powers. Especially since that tonight was the Night of Spirit, the time of the year when those with the gift of spirit were at the peak of their powers. She was at the exact opposite end of that peak.

Iievane turned her back to the window and gently laid her back to the wall. The rough stones offered little comfort for the tender skin in her back that had been flayed opened again and again by a whip in a ruthless hand. How she wished she could just die, to end all this slow torture.

Footsteps rang through the dreary dungeon. Iievane hardly batted an eyelid when the door to her cell suddenly slammed open. The breeze stirred her messy white bangs.

"I've already told you my answer, Reah. I will not help you!" she growled hoarsely at the cloaked figure. Reah laughed; a scary foreboding one.

"I know, that's why the Queen has decided to banish you," she smirked, expecting Iievane to be horrified. Every Veori knew what banishment meant; it was the transportation to a place where their species was loathed and to die a painful death under strangers. It was the worst possible kind of punishment.

Iievane just bowed her head and closed her eyes in acceptance to her fate.

"Come on, I don't have all night," Reah growled when she realized that Iievane wasn't afraid. She roughly grabbed Iievane by the upper arm and dragged her out of the cell.

'Midre, I can be at peace now. I have fulfilled my promise to you,' thought Iievane as she watched the place where her mother's soul left the mortal world to become a star fade away.

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'Promise…' Hermione sat up covered with a thin sheet of sweat. It was that voice again, one that sounded so kind and motherly, yet it made her want to get as far away as possible from it.

"Promise…" Hermione repeated as she tried to stop trembling, "What does all this mean?"

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Reah threw Iievane roughly onto the stone floor of the circular Room of Voids.

"Iievane," said a cool voice, "I give you one last chance to change your mind and aid us with your gifts of spirit. If not, I can do nothing but to banish you. I do hope you will make a choice much wiser than that of your worthless teacher. You know more than enough and we can't have you spreading our little secret, can we?"

"Never!" Iievane spat at her, furious that she would insult her beloved instructor. The Queen of the Veories sighed.

"Reah, have the Favored Ones of Shadow banish her to Bendelia," she said as if she was merely asking for a plate of grapes.

Reah gripped the white-haired girl's already bruised arm and dragged her into one of the many doorways leading from the circular room. The Queen left the room without a backward glance.

Several black robed women greeted them. They helped Reah gently place Iievane on the smooth black platform in the middle of the room, for fear of damaging the magical platform, not for fear of hurting Iievane.

'Soon I can join you, Midre,' Iievane thought as the transportation spell began to take effect, and she disappeared from the platform.

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There was nothing around her but cold blackness. She felt like that her body was being torn in infinite directions and pierced by thousands of icy needles as she slowly floated about for what seemed like hours. Her white hair floated limply around her, doing nothing to help ease the biting cold she felt. Despite all this, she felt strangely calm. It was all going to end, soon.

Then the pain started to fade away. She smiled weakly. Death was coming to take away her suffering and send to her mother's loving arms.

'NO!' something inside her screamed, 'This isn't how Midre would want you to die! If you live, you've defied them!'

Iievane's closed eyes snapped open.

"I will survive…" she forced out in a whisper.

She repeated her statement, stronger than before, "I will survive."

"You hear me?" she asked the void, her voice rising.

"I WILL SURVIVE!" she yelled to the nothingness that surrounded her. A tremor shook through the void, as if it heard her. Suddenly, Iievane felt herself being lurched sharply away from the straight line she had been slowly traveling. Right into a flaring hole of light.

Then the light faded into total darkness.

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Harry ran his hand threw his untidy hair and sighed with frustration. He himself didn't even know why in the world the famous Harry Potter was wondering the halls of Hogwarts every night. And without his invisibility cloak either. He just had to get out. It almost felt like the Imperious Curse, only without the floaty feeling and annoying little voice.

A suddenly noise pulled Harry out of his thoughts. Not even being Harry Potter for 14 years could have prepared him for what happened next.

"Oof!!!"

Harry slowly crawled out from underneath the heavy object the just had to land on him of all the places to land in the large spacious hallway. He turned to study the object and nearly fainted in shock. The "object" was a bloody and unconscious girl. Though Harry looked perfectly calm as he kneeled to check the girl, his brain started to go in overload.

'Ohmygod,whathappenedtoher?Sheiswaytoskinny.Isshedead?WhatdoIdo?'

Harry picked up the thin girl, startled at how light and cold she was. He quickly wrapped her in his cloak and rushed towards Headmaster Dumbledore's office.

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Iievane slowly came to her senses, but she didn't open her eyes. Someone was holding her and she felt so warm and secure in that person's arms. But that hold didn't feel like that of Death's. Curiosity drove Iievane to slightly open her eyes. She nearly shrieked out loud in terror but managed to keep quiet. That "person" was a boy. Iievane calmed herself and studied the boy. Something about him made her instinctively trust him and Iievane had always trusted her instinct.  She was too tired to care anyway and fell asleep in the warm arms of the boy.

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Harry had felt the girl move in his arms. He knew she was awake and wondered why she hadn't screamed in terror and slapped him silly for wrapping her in his cloak. Harry didn't ponder any further as he reached the gargoyle that guarded Headmaster Dumbledore's office. He hoped that Headmaster Dumbledore was still in his office.

"Er…Ice Mice! Lemon Drops! Um…Bloodflavored Lollipops!" Harry stumbled over his stock of candy names, trying to find the password. He began to get rather annoyed after the 53rd candy name that he tried. The damn gargoyle just won't budge!

"Mr. Potter, what are you doing up at this time of night?" a nasty and greasy voice asked.

Harry whirled in surprise to see…

TBC

A.N. And it's not who you would think it is. Now please, please, please, please review! I'll only put up the next chapter it there are at least five reviews. It's not that hard to click on the blue button below and type a few words, is it?