Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of official stuff that come with it. There! You happy now? *glares at the lawyers who were holding all sorts of destruction instruments over her beloved computer*

A.N. Some of my reviewers mentioned that Iievane, for a mage, was acting very childish. I promise all of you, any of the REALLY obvious things about anything in my story will all clear up in the reasoning department sometime.

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Tears of Purple Luster

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Chapter 3

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…

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Harry studied the rigid figure of the thin girl as he approached her. Slight curiosity tugged at his mind about her suddenly waist-length hair. The girl had had a short boyish cut when he found her.

'How did her hair grow out so quickly?' he asked himself. All such thoughts evaporated from his mind when he noticed the fear written across the girl's face. Her eyes were shut tight and her bottom lip was trembling, as if she was waiting for something terrible to happen. Harry's heart nearly broke at this sight. He knelt down next to her and gently turned the girl fully over on her back.

"Finite incandium," Harry whispered as he tapped his wand against his charge's shoulder. Her eyes stayed tightly shut and she didn't move. Despite the situation, Harry had to smile. Now that he got a good look at her, he realized that she was very cute in her own strange little way. Harry felt a strange warmth in his chest.

"Hey Romeo, how long are you going to stare at the poor girl?" a sarcastic voice said. Harry jumped up from his position on the ground. He turned towards Ron.

"How'd you get better so quickly?" he asked dumbly.

Ron mock hit Harry on the forehead.

"Idiot, you're not the only one who read the healing section of your wizard dueling book," he replied. Then he saw the girl who has still not moved an inch.
"Aww, poor thing. She's frozen from terror from having your ugly mug in her face…ow! Hey!"

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The speakers' casual tones didn't sound like they wanted to punish her. Iievane opened one of her eyes the slightest bit to peek out. Unfortunately, the taller of the two figures, who was also the one she had thrown against the wall, saw that slight movement.

"Ah ha! Soh yurar nout diad! (Ah ha! So you're not dead!)" he exclaimed very loudly with apparent triumph. Iievane jumped and squeezed her eyes shut again.

"Stahp et! Yurar skairing haher. (Stop it! You're scaring her.)" another voice said. This voice somehow sounded familiar to Iievane. She's heard that voice somewhere before. Iievane slowly opened both of her eyes this time. Someone gasped.

"S-shea's gout perpull ies! (S-she's got purple eyes!)" the red-head to her left stuttered.

'They're going to dispose of me. They're scared of me…just like the Bendelians.' Iievane sadly thought as she sat up. The shorter boy on her right side knelt down. His green eyes met hers. Surprisingly, those green orbs held only curiosity and concern. Iievane suddenly felt a strange tug where her ribcage met her stomach. Then memories hit her. It was the boy who had helped her. He smiled kindly at her.

"Canne…yuoo…uan…dehr…stahnd…ing…leesh? (Can…you…understand…English?)" the boy asked very slowly. Iievane looked at him blankly. The questioner sighed and stood up.

"Shea duhsun't uandehrstahnd, (She doesn't understand)" he told his companion as he offered his hand to Iievane to help her up. She hesitated, and then slowly slid her hand in his larger one. Iievane felt his strong muscles move in his hand as he pulled her up in one swift movement.

"Ahny idiaahz? (Any ideas?)" the other asked.

"Wee sho old geat Dumall door eand Hehrmyohnee, (We should get Dumbledore and Hermione,)" the shorter boy replied. The taller boy nodded in agreement and looked at Iievane. He made a gesturing motion that clearly indicated for her to follow him and the green-eyed boy.

'They haven't hurt me yet…' thought Iievane as she followed them down the dank stone hallway.

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Harry led the white-haired girl back to the infirmary while Ron took another way to get Dumbledore and Hermione. Nurse Promfrey immediately took upon the role of an overprotective mother hen, fussing over her poor victim until she was as uncomfortable as Nurse Promfrey thought she was comfortable. Harry almost expected Nurse Promfrey to start clucking and sprout feathers.

"Shoo, Mr. Potter. This young lady needs her rest," Nurse Promfrey told Harry as she waved him away. The purple-eyed girl bolted into a sitting position when she saw that Nurse Promfrey was making Harry leave. She tugged at Harry's sleeve and pointed at the chair beside the bed.

"I think she wants me to stay, Nurse Promfrey," Harry said. The plump nurse sighed and relented to the girl's wide and hopeful eyes.

"Fine," she said, "but only until she falls asleep. Then it's back to enjoying your last day this year wherever you usually enjoy it." With that, Nurse Promfrey left the room into her office.

Harry turned to his skinny charge. He might as well start trying to teach her some word now, seeing that she was obviously not going to sleep anytime soon.

"Hair-ree," he said slowly as he pointed to himself.

"Hair-ree…" the girl repeated, pointing back at him. Harry nodded and smiled. Then his smile froze on his face when the skinny girl proceeded to point at everything that can be pointed at in the room while repeating the two syllables of "Hair ree". Harry sighed and shook his head to indicate the white-haired girl's mistake. He tried again.

"Hair-ree," he said slowly as he pointed to himself. "Cheair, (Chair,)" Harry said as he pointed to the object he was sitting on. The student's eyes lit up again in realization. Before she could display what she comprehended, Dumbledore, follow by Ron and Hermione entered the infirmary. Harry noticed the girl shrank back a little, but then stopped after she glanced at him.

"Hi, you guys," Harry greeted them as they all found seats in the infirmary. All three of them returned an equally warm greeting. The white-haired girl looked curiously at Dumbledore and Hermione.

"I think we need to decide what to do with her. It certainly isn't an option and cast her out of the school, and she can't stay over the summer holiday," Dumbledore said. All three students agreed.

"She doesn't understand English, either," Ron added.

"Any idea what language she does speak?" Hermione asked. Both Harry and Ron shook their heads. Dumbledore chuckled slightly as the mysterious white-haired girl copied them.

"We could try every language any of us know," Ron suggested.

"Ron," Hermione said exasperatedly, "I highly doubt that she speaks troll or Parsel-tongue."

"Well, it was worth a try, Miss Know-it-All!"

"At least I actually KNOW something, not like a certain somebody!"

"See! You don't KNOW! You can't even say an entire sentence without counteracting yourself!"

"Oh! Must have taken you two lifetimes to come up with THAT one!"

Harry couldn't resist pointing Hermione and Ron out to the white-haired girl.

"Lover's quarrel," he loudly told the wide-eyed spectator. Dumbledore merely chuckled as Ron and Hermione proceeded to chew up Harry for that comment.

"Could we get back to the topic?" he asked, his bright blue eyes twinkling. The three students immediately stopped bickering and mumbled each of their excuses with bright crimson faces. Fortunately, Nurse Promfrey didn't come into the room with a broom or something to kill them for "disturbing the patient". Hermione was the quickest to recover from her embarrassment.

"Maybe one of us can perform that 'Lingua Translatio' spell we were reading about in Charms," she suggested. Harry nodded as he thought about it.

"It's a dangerous spell, Hermione," Dumbledore said, "It could mentally cripple or even kill a person." Harry immediately made up his mind at that fact.

"I say we postpone that idea, no offense, Herm, but I don't want to kill her," he said.

"I still say we get a bunch of different language dictionaries and try them all," Ron said firmly, shooting a glance at Hermione. She sighed in slight defeat.

"I suppose that's the only thing we can do at the moment," she admitted. "Professor Dumbledore, do you know any other languages other than troll?"

"Yes, I do," the older man replied, "I can speak a little of Latin, German, Spanish, and French."

"Can you try right now?" asked Ron. Dumbledore nodded and walked over to the unexpected but welcome visitor. Ron, Harry, and Hermione heard nothing but gibberish and a familiar word every now and then as Dumbledore tried to converse with the white-haired girl. On what sounded like his third try, Dumbledore hit the mark and the girl's purple eyes lit up as she began to speak in a fast paced tongue with him. After a couple minutes, they stopped talking. Dumbledore had strange look on his face.
"What language does she speak? What did she say? " Ron and Harry asked at the same time. Dumbledore smiled and sat down in his chair again as he answered.

"She speaks Latin, a much older and more complicated version at that. Her name is actually Iievane. She's from another from another world across the 'Void'. Iievane's here because she got caught in the middle of a transportation spell back home and ended up here. She also told me that the boy with the green eyes taught her that the action of pointing a finger was called "Hair ree" and wanted to know what form of the verb "Hair ree" is "Cheair". Iievane also told me that I have nothing in common with a 'white bumblebee' save for my hair." After hearing what Iievane said, all three students had very strange looks on their faces. It looked like they were very irritated and were trying to not laugh at the same time. Ron, especially, was turning very red from trying not to laugh.

"Harry…" he finally asked, "what were you trying to teach her?"

TBC

A.N. Thank you, all those who review. I really take what you say to heart so please, is you have any suggestions, tell me. Other than that, I do not much to say. And oh yah, if ya'll are complaining about my grammar or something along those lines…bug off. I'm only 13 and happen to also be the shortest person in my group of friends so let me suffer over my lack of height alone. *sniff, sniff…sob*