Illiona Miteras. Daugter of Minas Miteras, king of the elven nation, lay in an amazingly graceful heap on the floor of her room, bare as the day she was born, save for the tear-shaped ruby that lay between her breasts. While rare among humans, the ability to see visions of the future was a common gift among the membersof her family -- part of the reason that they were the current ruling family.
Illiona moaned softly, her left hand raching up to grasp the ruby that lay nested between her breasts. An old family heriloom, it was said to enhance the magical abilities of whoever wore it. Illiona didn't know if that was true, but it was kind of better to think that the bulk of her power came from her amulet, rather than think that she truly was so powerful ........ and so dangerous.
And this latest vision ........ it had come, at first, in bits of pieces. It was only once she had concentrated on it that it had come in it's full force, nearly drowning her in the sorrow she could feel emnating fro it's core. It was almost as if the vision hadn't wanted to come, hadn't wanted to let itself be known to her. But that was ludicrous ........ wasn't it?
Feeling a familiar tug at her mind, that came whenver a vision was on the horizon, Illiona sighed softly, relaxing her boy against the cool stone beneath her and opening her mind to the warm feeling of floating upon air that she knew would come with the vision.
Instead, she felt as if she were spiralling out of control, and she desperately tried to pull back from the vision. However, for the first time in her life, Illiona found that she couldn't escape from the vision. With every vision she had ever encountered, or had sent her way, she had always had complete control over whether or not she wanted to view the said vision, and could withdraw from it at any point in time. Now, however, she had the sudden sensation of being trapped.
Moaning pitifully in he rmind, though no sound came from her actual, physical body, Illiona gasped softly as she felt cool silk sheets shifting beneath her, and glancedu p to find herself staring at an unfamiliar cieling. Shifting slightly, she brushed against an equally unfamiliar body, and gasping softly, turned her head to stare at the dark-haired youth that lay beside her.
This had never happened before -- she had always watched from a distance as her vision unfolded, had watched as events unfolded, but been unable to effect anything around her. She had always been able to feel the cold stone floor beneath her, and nothing that surrounded her in the vision had ever held any sensation to it -- she couldn't smell the food being cooked, or feel the wind as it rushed through a courtyard. Now, though ........
Illiona watched, entranced, as brilliant green eyes fluttered open to stare at her in confusion. No ........ it wasn't possible that the boy could see her, was it?
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Harry Potter blinked up at the vision of beauty currently leaning over him, eyes travelling from her beautiful gold eyes down her slim, arched neck, to her bare breasts. Eyes widening even farther, he scooted away from the older woman, heart beating erratically ........ and promptly feel out of his bed onto the cold stone floor.
Glancing over to where he knew, instinctively, his best friend Ron Weasley would be sleeping, needing the comfort of seeing another firendly face, Harry gasped in surprise when he noticed the rumpled bed of his friend was completely void of any person. Eyes travelling around the room, he noticed that the other beds were empty, as well. Yet, it was pitch dark outside -- where could everybody have gotten off to?
Scrambling to his feet, Harry took an akward step back, eyes once again returning to the young woman currently residing in his bed. Now that he could get a good look at her, it was blatantly obvious that she wasn't human at all -- her ears were pointed, kind of like those of a house elf, and long white hair feel down to the middle of her back. Her only ornamentation was the tear-shaped ruby that lay nestled between her breasts, which was faintly glowing. Golden eyes stared back at him, flecked with what looked to be green here and there. Her lips were full and red, and she was completely and utterly naked -- save for her pendant, of course.
"Who are you? What did you do to my friends?" Harry asked slowly, wondering idly if she could understand him.
illiona gasped softly, her suspicions proven correct. She had been correct -- the boy could see her! Then this was no vision -- she had somehow projected herself to another place. How this could possibly be true, she didn't know. But it had happened, and she would haveto deal with the consequences.
"Would ........ would you have something that I could put on, child?" Illiona queried softly, cocking her head to the side. Not that she really minded being naked while alone or witnessing a vision, but this boy was here, in the flesh, and could see her quite clearly. Plus, he looked like his eyes were about to fall out of his head.
Harry blushed softly, quickly going to his trunk and retrieving an extra robe he kept stashed there, in case anything happened to his usual one. He handed it to her just as quickly, before turning around to give her privacy to slip it on.
Smiling softly at the boy's embarassment, Illiona slipped the robe on, quickly buttoning it up the front to conceal her naked body. The boy seemed even more embrassed about her nakedness than she was!
Slowly comming around to stand in front of the raven-haired boy, Illiona smiled gently, placing her hands togeather and clasping them togeather in the elven sign of friendship. "I am called Illiona, of the Elven nation. I just woke up here myself, and don't know where I am, of where you friends are. Maybe you cuold tell me where this is, and who you are?" Illiona sked softly, trying to sound as friendly and non-threatening as she possibly could. It wouldn't be bery good for the boy to just run away in fright before she even knew where she was, or how to get back home.
"Um ........ Ha-Harry P-Potter. I'm Harry Potter. this is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I think that we'd better go and talk to the Headmaster. Maybe he knows how you got here?" Harry asked, blushing slightly over his rough start.
Illiona smiled softly, brushing away the familiarity she felt upon hearing his name. He was human, and she knew no humans. Therefore, anything familiar about his name was simply concidence. "Yes, let's go." Illiona held out her hand, slightly put off that the boy hadn't returned the sign of friendship to her. But then again, perhaps he had not known it.
Illiona moaned softly, her left hand raching up to grasp the ruby that lay nested between her breasts. An old family heriloom, it was said to enhance the magical abilities of whoever wore it. Illiona didn't know if that was true, but it was kind of better to think that the bulk of her power came from her amulet, rather than think that she truly was so powerful ........ and so dangerous.
And this latest vision ........ it had come, at first, in bits of pieces. It was only once she had concentrated on it that it had come in it's full force, nearly drowning her in the sorrow she could feel emnating fro it's core. It was almost as if the vision hadn't wanted to come, hadn't wanted to let itself be known to her. But that was ludicrous ........ wasn't it?
Feeling a familiar tug at her mind, that came whenver a vision was on the horizon, Illiona sighed softly, relaxing her boy against the cool stone beneath her and opening her mind to the warm feeling of floating upon air that she knew would come with the vision.
Instead, she felt as if she were spiralling out of control, and she desperately tried to pull back from the vision. However, for the first time in her life, Illiona found that she couldn't escape from the vision. With every vision she had ever encountered, or had sent her way, she had always had complete control over whether or not she wanted to view the said vision, and could withdraw from it at any point in time. Now, however, she had the sudden sensation of being trapped.
Moaning pitifully in he rmind, though no sound came from her actual, physical body, Illiona gasped softly as she felt cool silk sheets shifting beneath her, and glancedu p to find herself staring at an unfamiliar cieling. Shifting slightly, she brushed against an equally unfamiliar body, and gasping softly, turned her head to stare at the dark-haired youth that lay beside her.
This had never happened before -- she had always watched from a distance as her vision unfolded, had watched as events unfolded, but been unable to effect anything around her. She had always been able to feel the cold stone floor beneath her, and nothing that surrounded her in the vision had ever held any sensation to it -- she couldn't smell the food being cooked, or feel the wind as it rushed through a courtyard. Now, though ........
Illiona watched, entranced, as brilliant green eyes fluttered open to stare at her in confusion. No ........ it wasn't possible that the boy could see her, was it?
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Harry Potter blinked up at the vision of beauty currently leaning over him, eyes travelling from her beautiful gold eyes down her slim, arched neck, to her bare breasts. Eyes widening even farther, he scooted away from the older woman, heart beating erratically ........ and promptly feel out of his bed onto the cold stone floor.
Glancing over to where he knew, instinctively, his best friend Ron Weasley would be sleeping, needing the comfort of seeing another firendly face, Harry gasped in surprise when he noticed the rumpled bed of his friend was completely void of any person. Eyes travelling around the room, he noticed that the other beds were empty, as well. Yet, it was pitch dark outside -- where could everybody have gotten off to?
Scrambling to his feet, Harry took an akward step back, eyes once again returning to the young woman currently residing in his bed. Now that he could get a good look at her, it was blatantly obvious that she wasn't human at all -- her ears were pointed, kind of like those of a house elf, and long white hair feel down to the middle of her back. Her only ornamentation was the tear-shaped ruby that lay nestled between her breasts, which was faintly glowing. Golden eyes stared back at him, flecked with what looked to be green here and there. Her lips were full and red, and she was completely and utterly naked -- save for her pendant, of course.
"Who are you? What did you do to my friends?" Harry asked slowly, wondering idly if she could understand him.
illiona gasped softly, her suspicions proven correct. She had been correct -- the boy could see her! Then this was no vision -- she had somehow projected herself to another place. How this could possibly be true, she didn't know. But it had happened, and she would haveto deal with the consequences.
"Would ........ would you have something that I could put on, child?" Illiona queried softly, cocking her head to the side. Not that she really minded being naked while alone or witnessing a vision, but this boy was here, in the flesh, and could see her quite clearly. Plus, he looked like his eyes were about to fall out of his head.
Harry blushed softly, quickly going to his trunk and retrieving an extra robe he kept stashed there, in case anything happened to his usual one. He handed it to her just as quickly, before turning around to give her privacy to slip it on.
Smiling softly at the boy's embarassment, Illiona slipped the robe on, quickly buttoning it up the front to conceal her naked body. The boy seemed even more embrassed about her nakedness than she was!
Slowly comming around to stand in front of the raven-haired boy, Illiona smiled gently, placing her hands togeather and clasping them togeather in the elven sign of friendship. "I am called Illiona, of the Elven nation. I just woke up here myself, and don't know where I am, of where you friends are. Maybe you cuold tell me where this is, and who you are?" Illiona sked softly, trying to sound as friendly and non-threatening as she possibly could. It wouldn't be bery good for the boy to just run away in fright before she even knew where she was, or how to get back home.
"Um ........ Ha-Harry P-Potter. I'm Harry Potter. this is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I think that we'd better go and talk to the Headmaster. Maybe he knows how you got here?" Harry asked, blushing slightly over his rough start.
Illiona smiled softly, brushing away the familiarity she felt upon hearing his name. He was human, and she knew no humans. Therefore, anything familiar about his name was simply concidence. "Yes, let's go." Illiona held out her hand, slightly put off that the boy hadn't returned the sign of friendship to her. But then again, perhaps he had not known it.