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A.N. Quotes in the slash things mean that the speaker is speaking Latin from now on. When in Iievane's 3rd person limited, anything spoken that makes sense is in Latin and all that English that's sounded out is, well, English.

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Tears of Purple Luster

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Chapter 5

'That moving staircase had scared me half to death. I think they're sensitive to sound' Iievane thought, careful to not make any noise. She was so focused that Iievane didn't hear the quiet but audible footsteps approaching behind her. 

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Iievane approached the bend where she last saw "Ron" and his twin. The corridor split into several other hallways there and they had disappeared from sight. She looked at the hallway floor, as if searching for invisible footprints left by the twins. Then, Iievane closed her eyes and inhaled deeply and slowly.

'They went to the right!' she thought happily as she opened her eyes. 'I haven't lost my touch after all!' Iievane turned to the hallway to her right.

"Waht keind of hahg ahre yu? (What kind of hag are you?)" a dry voice drawled suddenly right next to Iievane's right ear. On instinct, Iievane whirled around on her left heel while her right leg kicked high into the air in an arch to contact harshly with the owner of the dry voice's ribs.

"Oof!" he gasped as he got the breath knocked out of him. Iievane gasped and covered her mouth.

'I hope I didn't' hurt him!' she thought. She studied the tall boy on the floor. He had shock-white blonde hair and silver-gray eyes. At the moment, these silver-gray eyes were glaring daggers, swords, needles, and whatever sharp and dangerous objects that existed at Iievane. Two burly bodyguard-like boys glowered threateningly at her as well as they helped the blonde boy onto his feet.

"Wahut tuh he all wahs tuh at ahll a bouht?! (What the hell was that all about?!)" he yelled as he dusted his robes off.

"/Sorry,/"Iievane said as she bowed slightly with downcast eyes. She hoped that he would get the point of her gestures. 

"Sspee ck ing leesh. Uh doo noht uhnder stahnd yeeu! (Speak English. I do not understand you!)" he splat venomously. Then, the blonde boy nodded slightly towards the other two. Suddenly, Iievane found her arms restrained by the two burly boys. She struggled in vain; the long period of starvation had taken its toll on her muscles.

"Noh wuhn mehssez withe Dragon Evil-doer [1] ahnd geatz ahwahy withe it.(No one messes with Draco Malfoy and gets away with it.)" he sneered. Iievane shut her eyes.

'They're going to hurt me,' she thought. 'I'm scared, I don't want to be hurt again.'

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Draco smirked at the fear on the little twerp's face. He pretended not to notice the meaty fist held above the girl by Goyle. The fist slammed down upon her back. The white-haired girl whimpered in pain. Draco merely smirked wider as he placed a silence and illusion spell on the area. Anyone who passed would see nothing and hear nothing. A sickening crack and a small cry resounded to Draco's ears. He turned to study the scene before him. The girl was curled into a fetal position on the floor while Crabbe and Goyle repeatedly kicked her. Draco motioned for them to stop.
"Apologize properly and I might spare you," he sneered as he approached the girl on the floor. The near unconscious girl didn't answer. 

"I said apologize pro…" he stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the skinny freak's hair lengthening at am impossible rate to pool around her. The girl slowly lifted her head. Draco gasped when his eyes met hers.

'Something is not right,' he thought. The girl's eyes were still kept some of their strange purple color, but now they were a much darker shade of red-violet. Her pupils were slits and she had a sleepy, unfocused look upon her face. That look faded away to one of pure anger and rage. Now that she stood at her full height, Draco realized she was just as tall as his height of 5' 11½". Her eyes narrowed as she studied Draco. Crabbe and Goyle, sensing something wasn't right, approached the girl to 'restrain' her. Before they could even touch the purple-eyed girl, her clenched hands, which were at her side, suddenly flicked open. Crabbe and Goyle flew opposite directions to crash onto either sides of the hallway. They slid limply down to the floor. Draco whipped out his wand as he backed away from the white-haired girl.
"What the heck are you?" he demanded. This girl was not human.

"/Veori…/" was all that the girl uttered as she approached Draco. The kind of look she was using on him resembled one of a panther right before it pounced.

"Cruticus!" Draco panicked and yelled. The terrible spell rushed at the angered girl. To Draco's horror, the only sign of pain was the slightest flinch on the white-haired creature's part. The effect of the Cruticus Curse only seemed to kindle her wrath even more. A pale hand shot out all of a sudden to grip Draco's neck and push him the last few steps to the hard wall. The impact jarred Draco's hand and he released his wand. The victim kicked at empty air as he was lifted into the air, still pressed against the stones behind him. Her fingers dug into his neck painfully. Draco gagged as his supply of air quickly ran out.

"Don't…kill…me…" he choked out as he clawed at the hand around his neck. The girl remained impassively untouched by his plea.

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"NESCIA! PLEASE, STOP!!!" a woman's voice cried frantically. Some of the wild rage, as well as red, faded from Iievane's violet-red eyes.

"M…Midre?" she whispered shakily. Her ferocious hold on the silver-eyed boy's neck lessened.

"Yes, Kitten. It's me," the light feminine voice said wistfully. After what seemed like an eternity, Midre spoke again.

"I thought you vowed to never kill again…" she trailed off.

"I haven't killed," Iievane stated, though already dreading what her beloved instructor would say next. Midre sighed after several more seconds passed.
"You let loose the Blood Wrath, didn't you?" she asked pityingly. "Be more careful next time…" Midre's voice started to dim away. "I have to go now. Farewell, Nescia…"

"Farewell…Midre…" All the blood red coloration of Iievane's eyes faded. She studied the scene in front of her and gasped. Iievane quickly let go of the near unconscious boy's neck. He dropped to the floor on all fours, gulping in the air he was lacking. Iievane dropped to her knees on the floor. She stared at her hands.

"W-what am I-I doing?" she whispered to herself. The blonde boy staggered away from her. Iievane bit her lip until blood began to well up around her teeth. Suddenly, he bolted and ran away from her as if a pack of /wolves/ were after him.

"/I'm so sorry…/" Iievane said to empty air, "/I don't want to be banished yet another time…/" She limped to wall, the only thing that was keeping her upright. The effects of the beating were finally showing; hot knives of pain shot through her entire body.

"/I'm….so….sor-ry…./" she trailed off as she collapsed into complete darkness.

TBC

[1] – "Draco" means 'dragon' in Latin, "Malfoy" is a parody of how you say 'evil-doer' in Latin

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