Title: All the Pretty Colors
Rating: PG-13/R
Ships: Harry/Hermione, Harry/Ave, Ron/Susan
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot and certain characters. Jeez, I wish I were as brilliant as J.K.!
Summary: It's a new year, Hermione's Sixth Year to be exact, and some interesting things are about to happen. There's a new girl at school who has everyone's trust. An ancient spell cast by the Founders unites Hermione and three other girls in a very unusually way. Everyone is trying to forget the events of last year at the Department of Mysteries, and in doing so is tearing their friendships apart. Someone is trying to ruin Hermione's life and hurting innocent bystanders in the process. Old friends, new friends and new loves sprung from old friendships. And maybe, just maybe, Luna Lovegood isn't as mad as everyone thinks she is. Learn what it means to want All the Pretty Colors.
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*.:The Breaking Of Friendships:.*
Four lone figured cluttered together in a small, circular room. Raised voices could be heard, it was obvious they were arguing about something of great importance. The fire beside them flickered furiously, casting an angery glow on the features of the equally angered people. A female voice spoke above the other three.
"I will have no part in this!" She proclaimed fervently. "If we do this, there is no telling what may happen. To give so much power to a girl is like placing the weight of the world on her shoulders!" The woman, who adorned a dark blue dress, stood from the table they were all congregating around. "There must be another way," she continued. "We cannot do this." The glow of the fire danced across her black hair and made her blue eyes shine. She was a very beautiful girl, with pale skin and a small frame. She looked innocent and frail, but to anyone who knew better, that was the farthest thing from the truth.
A tall, slim man stood from where he was seated. He too had black hair, though, unlike the girl, his eyes were a deep green. He wore an ugly scowl, which took from the beauty of his face, and rich green robes covered his body. "You stupid girl," he hissed. "This is the only way. We have tired, countless times, to come up with different ideas, you know that." The two standing passed deadly glares at each other.
"Well then, Salazar," she growled. "Maybe we should try harder!"
A third stood from his seat. He wore red robes with a red cloak over them. His hair was a sandy blonde that seemed to shimmer and come alive with the glow of the fire. His eyes were a soft chocolate and at the moment, glowing with anger. "Stop it, the both of you. With all that is going on at the moment, the last thing we need is to fight amongst each other." He glared at the two and the recipients bowed their heads in shame. "Rowena," he spoke to the girl. "I understand your reasoning, but I agree with Salazar." At this the man in green mumbled a 'For once,' but they all ignored it and the man continued, "But this is the only way. We have tried and yet we come up empty."
Throughout the man's reasoning Rowena continued to glared at him. She couldn't believe that they were all uniting against her. There was a time when all four of them would agree with each other without question. Now it seemed they could not make the simplest of decisions without arguing. "Godric, we cannot do this. Not only is it immoral but impossible. No girl at this school is strong enough to carry that much power. You know that, we all do." She looked at the three with pleading eyes.
The man, Godric, looked to her. He understood where Rowena was coming from. No one loved the children that inhabited the school anymore than they did. "Not now, Rowena. We don't need it now. Years into the future. That is when we will need the spell." He looked forlornly over to his side.
"It doesn't matter! It is all the same, whether it is needed now or needed a thousand years into the future!" Rowena pushed back her chair and turned to leave.
The fourth, that had been silent until now, spoke from where she sat. "Rowena." Her voice was commanding and the girl in blue stopped in her tracks. She turned slowly and looked to the girl that she considered to be her best friend. Was she going to quarrel her also? "Rowena, our circle has already begun to break. Once we were best friends, the four of us. Now our differences and our beliefs pull us apart." The girl stood. Her sun-yellow dress ruffled as she moved. Her blue eyes looked to her friend. "We will not be here to protect the Wizarding World forever. Even now, this is but a mere shadow of our friendship. Not only is this our only option, it is our last resort."
Rowena merely shook her head. "I never thought that I would be disagreeing with you, Helga. What you propose to do is unjust. Who are we to dictate the life of four unsuspecting girls?"
Helga walked towards her friend. "It is unjust, I know. But in times like these we need to make decisions, no matter how hard they may seem." She smiled a sad smile and kissed Rowena on both cheeks. She knew what was to come next.
"I understand Helga, I do," she bowed her head and tried with all her might to keep the oncoming tears at bay. "But I will have nothing to do with this." She turned and walked out of her friends' grasp. The three around the table watched as their friend walked out of the room, her skirt flowing behind her until it left the light of the fire. They watched as Rowena Ravenclaw walked away from the friendship she had known all of her life.
"What do we do now?" Salazar asked. The question hung in the air until finally someone answered.
"Let her go," Helga said. "We'll do it without her."