Harry: Since Ladyari is still sulking in some corner because the lawyer peoples won't let her own Harry Potter, not even the tiniest fraction of it, I've volunteered to do the disclaimer.
Malfoy: Always the chivalrous one are we?
Harry: Shut up, Malfoy. At least the author didn't confuse my last name with my first name because they both sound so darn weird.
Malfoy: *grumbles and walks away*
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Tears of Purple Luster
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Chapter 2
"Mr. Potter, what are you doing up at this time of night?" a nasty and greasy voice asked.
Harry whirled in surprise to see…
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"Y…y..you?!" Harry stuttered in surprise outloud. The brown-haired witch that nearly gave poor Harry a heart attack just calmly handed Harry his forgotten invisibility cloak. There was a small uncharacteristic smirk on her lips.
"Why did you do that?" he hissed to her as she wrapped the cloak around them both. Hermione ignored his question and gestured questionably at the oversized bundle in Harry's arms.
"She just dropped out of nowhere like this." That was all Harry need to say to Hermione. She nodded and immediately turned towards the gargoyle. Harry noted wonderingly how quickly she was able to switch from a relaxed to a serious mode as he followed Hermione into the hallway that connected to Dumbledore's office.
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Iievane slightly opened her heavy eyelids. She felt wonderful. Her back didn't roar in pain it usually does and she didn't feel like an over beaten rag. Iievane's sleep starved mind dismissed the alarms that her instinct roused up about the holes in the situation and tried to go back to sleep. But even complete bliss wouldn't have eased Iievane's automatic reactions to movement around her due her horrible memories of her past imprisonment.
Iievane jumped up on full alert when she felt a hand touch her upper arm. She flipped off the soft thing she had been lying on and turned ready to face Reah in a fighting stance. What Iievane saw instead was a plump woman with a strange instrument in her hand. It was sharp. That was all Iievane's brain needed to know in order to categorize the woman. She backed away from the woman as she came closer.
"Ehtzs o keay," the woman said, or something like that. Iievane couldn't understand her and continued to back away. A wall stopped her.
"Orare, noli venire ullus vicinus! (main gist of what she said: Please, don't come any closer!)" Iievane cried. The woman didn't pause at all. Iievane panicked and slipped between the woman's legs. She ran through the open door.
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Harry walked into the infirmary. Well, at least he tried to and walked right into Nurse Promfrey. She didn't look too happy.
"How is she?" asked Harry tentatively.
"Hrumph! Well enough to wake up, flip off the bed, slip between my legs, and run out of the infirmary," was the very curt reply.
Harry inwardly groaned. Dumbledore puts him in charge of a strange white-haired girl for 11 hours and he already lost her.
"Thanks, Nurse Promfrey," Harry said as politely as he could through his teeth and raced down to the Griffindor tower. It wasn't going to be easy finding a scared girl in the large maze-like school.
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"Ron!" Harry cried as he burst into the Griffindor common room. "You've got to help me!"
Ron looked up from his homework with an annoyed look on is face.
"What?"
"I lost the Girl!"
"Go find another one," Ron replied in an assuring tone. "There are plenty of fish in the sea."
"NO, you idiot! I mean…" Harry lowered his voice to a whisper that only Ron could hear. The other nosy students in the room tried to hear what he said. Ron's eyes widened in realization. Harry blew out the tense breath he had been holding and dragged Ron up the stairs to the privacy of their dorm.
Harry sat down on his bed with his face in his hands after they bolted the door. Ron understood that Harry was frustrated, really frustrated.
"Technically, Nurse Promfrey lost her," Ron said.
"She could be anywhere," Harry told his hands. "She had looked so frail in my arms. She could be hurt anywhere and no one is there to help her. I failed to protect her."
Harry would have continued to ramble on about his failure if Ron hadn't interrupted.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I smell love at first sight here."
"Shut up, Ron. This isn't the time." Ron did "shut up" and silence ensued for several minutes.
"Well…um…how about the Marauder's Map?" Ron finally said. Harry looked at Ron like he was his savior.
"I could kiss you right now, Ron," said Harry. Ron looked a little freaked at that statement and started to edge away from his friend.
"You know what I mean, you pervert!" Harry laughed as he dug through his trunk for that precious piece of paper.
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Iievane curled up into a ball and choked down a whimper. She was cold, lost, and scared, personally one of her most hated feeling combinations. Many times, people had passed her little hiding place. They seemed to all look at her direction, and they seemed like very nasty people.
'What have I done to deserve this? Midre used to say that everything happens for a reason, but I don't see the cause here. Am I here just for the sick entertainment of people who like pain and suffering?' Iievane asked herself.
Echoing footsteps rang through the hallway. They got louder and louder. Iievane tucked herself into an even tighter ball and tried to suppress her whimpers. If they found her…she didn't even want to think about what they could do to her.
'So don't let them find you. Fight with everything you have,' a small voice said in her head. The footsteps have stopped. Iievane peeked out to find two people in robes only a few feet from her hiding place. One of them turned around to face her and started walking closer.
'Fight with everything you have…'
Iievane felt heat flare up in her forehead. Her wide alert eyes began to glaze over as they took on a sleepy possessed look. She slowly stood up. Her snowy white hair began to lengthen at a rapid pace, quickly reaching her knees from the usual waist length. The person stopped walking. He had spotted her. The mouth moved as if to say something but the words never reached Iievane's ears; all of her senses were focused on the wooden stick in his hand. It resembled the switches that Reah used.
The hand with the stick rose as if to strike, but Iievane was faster. She lashed out with her power and he was thrown back several feet to crash unto the opposite wall. Then Iievane slowly returned to her normal state.
'It happened again, didn't it?' she asked herself as she bolted while both of the cloaked figures were occupied with her victim. It was always the same routine. She loses her control, kills some guards, knocks some more unconscious, and runs. Just this time it wasn't guards that were chasing her, it was some cloaked person who probably has complete revenge on his mind.
'Sometimes people just do not understand anything else,' Iievane's conscience answered. The person's companion was started to gain on her. Iievane sped up, praying that she wouldn't trip.
Her arms and legs suddenly snapped together and she began to tumble foreword. Instinct kicked in and Iievane turned so she landed on her shoulder. Landing on the front would be more damaging than landing on her side. Then Iievane closed her eyes, ready for the next part of the so well known routine; the punishment…
TBC
A.N. Okay, I did my part as an author. Now, you do yours as a reader! REVIEW!!! Five reviews and another chapter…it's not that harsh of an ultimatum is it?