Disclaimer: I own Illaera and most of the ideals surrounding her, the magnificent Joanne Kathleen Rowling owns everything else (oh yeah, I know theres something about warner brothers and bloomsbury, but *shrugs* they don't count...)
A/n: This chapter, as all other chapters, is dedicated to my friends Admiral Albia, Kiki, Tkaa and my very own Kaera and my muse Maize. And of course, my best friend Zara.
And as of now the rating is going up to PG13...according to one or two of my friends this is the best chapter so far. Whether you agree or disagree, let me know! Please review!
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Harry glanced up from the chess game he was being slaughtered at and saw Illaera busying herself over the wooden box.
"Illaera, what are you doing?"
Illaera smiled and waved him away, concentrating hard. Harry frowned, but his thoughts were interrupted by a triumphant "Ha!" from Ron.
"Checkmate. Again. That's..." Ron paused and pretended to count. "That's twelve games in a row!"
Harry groaned. "Hermione, save me! Come and play against Ron! I'd rather be doing homework than get beaten again! Wait," Harry added hastily, seeing the look on Hermione's face. "I take that back. I'll just get beaten again..."
"It's the full moon tonight, isn't it," Illaera said suddenly. The moment they nodded she picked up the cloak, the box and her stone and was gone.
"I wish she wouldn't do that..." Harry muttered.
"Let's follow her!" Ron suggested.
"No," Hermione told them sternly. "I asked Illaera a bit more about her clan...there are certain rites she must perform at phases of the moon...this is one of them."
"So? We've already been scarred...we're allowed to watch...aren't we?"
"Technically yes..."
Ron opened his mouth but Hermione spoke quickly over him. "But...you can't...you...can't watch this one..."
"Why not? What is she, naked or something?" Ron asked sarcastically. Then he noticed the look on Hermione's face. "Oh...er...you mean...oh!"
The tips of Ron's ears were a furious red, and the scarlet blush was starting to spread over his entire face.
"Where is she? She's been gone for over an hour!"
"Some rituals can take up to three days..." Hermione put in.
"Not this one," Illaera's voice spoke from behind them. The trio spun around. Illaera was standing by the fire, her damp hair cascading around her shoulders and down to her waist. Her left arm was holding the carved box against her hip, the cloak trailing from her right hand. With a serene, almost blissful, expression on her face, she sank into the chair nearest the fire, allowing the cloak to slide from her grasp to the floor as she did so.
"Did you...er...have fun?" Harry asked awkwardly, unsure what to say to somebody who had just returned from a sacred ritual.
Illaera smiled. "Yes, I did rather. I got to see my entire clan, and they blessed-" she broke off, picked up the box and indicated the trio should sit down.
"When I am speaking to the animals with the mindvoice, you are unable to wake me. I shudder to think what might happen to you while I am in a trance. So I have made something for you, which will protect you in my stead and warn me of the danger you are in. They have been blessed by the Lunar clan underneath the full moon."
She reached into the box and withdrew three intricately woven bands. The one she held out to Harry was green and had a design of silver and gold lightning. Hermione's was periwinkle-blue and portrayed scrolls, while Ron's band was maroon and showed white chess pieces.
"Maroon!" Ron wailed. "I hate maroon!"
"Oh, I'm sorry Ron...it's just your jumper...well...its maroon, so I thought it was your favourite colour...I'm sorry."
Harry smothered a grin at Ron's dismay as he tied the band around his wrist. Just then Hermione glanced at the clock and let out a little shriek.
"Oh no! We have to leave now or we'll be late for Potions!"
The three students hastily gathered up their things, found themselves in front of Gryffindor tower and raced down the steps to the dungeons. They managed to join the other students just as they were entering the classroom, flushed and out of breath, but on time. Illaera, hidden under the cloak, slipped through the door just before Professor Snape shut it and delicately stretched out her right foot so Snape tripped over it.
"Potter!" he cried as he struggled to steady himself.
"I'm back here Professor," Harry said calmly. There was no way Harry could have made it back to his seat on time and Snape knew it. He snarled at the students who quickly stifled their amusement and tried to keep straight faces. Snape was particularly murderous for the rest of the lesson, and while Harry, Ron and Hermione strove to be on their best behaviour, they managed, between them, to lose ten points for Gryffindor without breaking a single rule. Part of it had to do with the bands Illaera had given them. Shape had caught a glimpse of Harry's and had confiscated it. He then saw Hermione and Ron try to subtly lower their hands out of sight and had taken theirs too.
Illaera fumed from under her cloak as the oily professor slid the bands into his pocket and doled them each a detention for wearing things that weren't part of the uniform. A shifter curse sprang to mind and she grinned wickedly. She drew the elaborately decorated dagger from her wrist sheath and cut her finger. She bit back the cry of pain as she allowed the blood droplet to roll off her finger and onto the floor. She murmured a few words under her breath and cut her finger again. When the droplet hit the floor, Snape's greatest desires would be seen by everybody in the room.
Suddenly Harry had a vision in his mind. Professor McGonagall was in a large, dark chamber, wearing nothing but skimpy, red lingerie. Harry shut his eyes quickly, but the vision didn't fade.
"Severus," the scantily clad professor murmured seductively. She beckoned Snape towards her. "Come to bed, Severus."
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Look what writers block does to me people! Come on! Inspire me! Review!!
A/n: This chapter, as all other chapters, is dedicated to my friends Admiral Albia, Kiki, Tkaa and my very own Kaera and my muse Maize. And of course, my best friend Zara.
And as of now the rating is going up to PG13...according to one or two of my friends this is the best chapter so far. Whether you agree or disagree, let me know! Please review!
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Harry glanced up from the chess game he was being slaughtered at and saw Illaera busying herself over the wooden box.
"Illaera, what are you doing?"
Illaera smiled and waved him away, concentrating hard. Harry frowned, but his thoughts were interrupted by a triumphant "Ha!" from Ron.
"Checkmate. Again. That's..." Ron paused and pretended to count. "That's twelve games in a row!"
Harry groaned. "Hermione, save me! Come and play against Ron! I'd rather be doing homework than get beaten again! Wait," Harry added hastily, seeing the look on Hermione's face. "I take that back. I'll just get beaten again..."
"It's the full moon tonight, isn't it," Illaera said suddenly. The moment they nodded she picked up the cloak, the box and her stone and was gone.
"I wish she wouldn't do that..." Harry muttered.
"Let's follow her!" Ron suggested.
"No," Hermione told them sternly. "I asked Illaera a bit more about her clan...there are certain rites she must perform at phases of the moon...this is one of them."
"So? We've already been scarred...we're allowed to watch...aren't we?"
"Technically yes..."
Ron opened his mouth but Hermione spoke quickly over him. "But...you can't...you...can't watch this one..."
"Why not? What is she, naked or something?" Ron asked sarcastically. Then he noticed the look on Hermione's face. "Oh...er...you mean...oh!"
The tips of Ron's ears were a furious red, and the scarlet blush was starting to spread over his entire face.
"Where is she? She's been gone for over an hour!"
"Some rituals can take up to three days..." Hermione put in.
"Not this one," Illaera's voice spoke from behind them. The trio spun around. Illaera was standing by the fire, her damp hair cascading around her shoulders and down to her waist. Her left arm was holding the carved box against her hip, the cloak trailing from her right hand. With a serene, almost blissful, expression on her face, she sank into the chair nearest the fire, allowing the cloak to slide from her grasp to the floor as she did so.
"Did you...er...have fun?" Harry asked awkwardly, unsure what to say to somebody who had just returned from a sacred ritual.
Illaera smiled. "Yes, I did rather. I got to see my entire clan, and they blessed-" she broke off, picked up the box and indicated the trio should sit down.
"When I am speaking to the animals with the mindvoice, you are unable to wake me. I shudder to think what might happen to you while I am in a trance. So I have made something for you, which will protect you in my stead and warn me of the danger you are in. They have been blessed by the Lunar clan underneath the full moon."
She reached into the box and withdrew three intricately woven bands. The one she held out to Harry was green and had a design of silver and gold lightning. Hermione's was periwinkle-blue and portrayed scrolls, while Ron's band was maroon and showed white chess pieces.
"Maroon!" Ron wailed. "I hate maroon!"
"Oh, I'm sorry Ron...it's just your jumper...well...its maroon, so I thought it was your favourite colour...I'm sorry."
Harry smothered a grin at Ron's dismay as he tied the band around his wrist. Just then Hermione glanced at the clock and let out a little shriek.
"Oh no! We have to leave now or we'll be late for Potions!"
The three students hastily gathered up their things, found themselves in front of Gryffindor tower and raced down the steps to the dungeons. They managed to join the other students just as they were entering the classroom, flushed and out of breath, but on time. Illaera, hidden under the cloak, slipped through the door just before Professor Snape shut it and delicately stretched out her right foot so Snape tripped over it.
"Potter!" he cried as he struggled to steady himself.
"I'm back here Professor," Harry said calmly. There was no way Harry could have made it back to his seat on time and Snape knew it. He snarled at the students who quickly stifled their amusement and tried to keep straight faces. Snape was particularly murderous for the rest of the lesson, and while Harry, Ron and Hermione strove to be on their best behaviour, they managed, between them, to lose ten points for Gryffindor without breaking a single rule. Part of it had to do with the bands Illaera had given them. Shape had caught a glimpse of Harry's and had confiscated it. He then saw Hermione and Ron try to subtly lower their hands out of sight and had taken theirs too.
Illaera fumed from under her cloak as the oily professor slid the bands into his pocket and doled them each a detention for wearing things that weren't part of the uniform. A shifter curse sprang to mind and she grinned wickedly. She drew the elaborately decorated dagger from her wrist sheath and cut her finger. She bit back the cry of pain as she allowed the blood droplet to roll off her finger and onto the floor. She murmured a few words under her breath and cut her finger again. When the droplet hit the floor, Snape's greatest desires would be seen by everybody in the room.
Suddenly Harry had a vision in his mind. Professor McGonagall was in a large, dark chamber, wearing nothing but skimpy, red lingerie. Harry shut his eyes quickly, but the vision didn't fade.
"Severus," the scantily clad professor murmured seductively. She beckoned Snape towards her. "Come to bed, Severus."
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Look what writers block does to me people! Come on! Inspire me! Review!!