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Not All Angels Have Wings

            When drifting along the Silver River, don't forget to notice the trees and flowers, the pebbles and stones decorating its edges. Remember, that even the most ordinary things can be the most beautiful and that even they hold great significance in your life.

                                                                                    Luna's Diaries

            "Hand over my quill you feathering fiend," she growled and slammed her palm on his desk.

            He fumbled on the parchment trying to finish his note, "I'm almost done."

            "I said you could borrow it, not hold it until your scent seeped into its ink."

            Confused, he wavered, "My scent?" he held up the quill with his narrowed eyes glaring and she forcibly tugged it out of his grasp. "That makes no…"

            She looked a bit surprised as if realizing that she made a mistake, but then her serial killer expression returned and she spat, "Take a bath!" she stalked back over to her desk. Harry watched as she sat down in a huff, glaring more than daggers at Malfoy, who in return shivered and slouched as low as possible in his chair. He wanted so badly to ask about her book, but determining with her cruel mood right now, he decided against it.

            "I guess all Mudbloods have emotional issues," Draco sneered to himself. That was a bad move on his part, as she strode over to him, pulled his head back and slapped his face.

            "There is nothing wrong with being different and I'm not a Mudblood or a Muggleborn! Nor do I have emotional issues that are any worse than yours!" Violet clutched his chin in her fingers and forced him to look at her, hissing, "Exactly how long do you plan on living?"

            Harry wasn't exactly sure if she was being serious or not, but Malfoy ignored any of the threat seeping out within her venomous voice, "As I always say, lady's first. I'll be seeing you in the afterworld. No need to be head over heals," he coolly said and rubbed his slapped skin.

            Surprisingly, Violet pulled him out of his seat and let him fall to the floor, "You think I'd ever enjoy being with you? Yah right! And you wouldn't be seeing me in the afterworld. Not ever, since you would be sorted to where the restless souls would scatter. Or more… chained."

            "It's not like you're that innocent either, hitting me around like this."

            "You disserved it, you racist idiot," She was about to walked away, but then said looking at him from the corner of her eye. "I don't think your father would be pleased to know that you're being beaten up by a girl."

            Malfoy shot up and glared at her angrily grasping her wrist as fiercely as possible, "So I guess I will be seeing you chained up right next to me."

            "Like I said, you won't."

            "Well there is no way you'd be fluttering around with the angels."

            She slapped his other cheek this time, "Who said I'd be heading in that direction."

"You're obviously thinking so. I mean, where else could you go."

            "To many other places you won't be," she looked down at where his hand was holding her wrist. "Now if you don't mind, I'd be overly ecstatic if I could leave your presence."

            He too glanced down at where she was looking, and forcefully let go, "What bit you?"

            She looked at him, her gaze never softening, "The third ugliest personality in the world."

            "Wha-"

            "Fifty points from Gryffindor. Ms. Moonglade and Mr. Potter are given detention for disrupting the closest we have to tranquility in this classroom," Snape strode in, as his cloak billowed after him like usual, and stopped at the front of the rows of students. "Ms. Moonglade, Mr. Malfoy, sit down."

            Violet gave the blonde-haired boy an extra look and muttered, "Compared to him," she gestured to the professor, "you're one of those fluttering angels." And she sat down.

            Harry saw Malfoy watch her leave and lean over to him, "It's so easy to get you into trouble. I just have to get Violet angry, and speaking of her," his voice became even quieter, "did you hear what she said? She's a pureblood like me; so don't get your hopes up, Potter. You're not good enough for her."

            Was Malfoy accusing him of liking Violet more than a friend? He didn't, but… this proved that Malfoy thought of her as some sort of prize. He should warn her later, "I don't think she-"

            A shadow loomed over both of them, "Still talking, Mr. Potter? That will be ten more points away from Gryffindor. I'm in no mood to deal with you or Ms. Moonglade, though I have a feeling that she will be a problem. "

            "You're the one who created it, Severus. No need to blame others," she looked at him from where she was sitting with her arms crossed over. "Harry didn't do anything that was detention worthy."

            "He didn't stop it from happening though, did he?" Snape walked over to her desk against the wall slowly, as if to torment her. "Now what was this problem you are accusing me of?"

            Violet trembled with anger. She was biting her lip as if, if she ever fully opened her mouth she would explode, "You know I can't talk about it Severus-"

            "What did I say about my first name?" his lip curled.

            "You're right. It doesn't suit you. Snivelly does though," she smirked with a slight grin while she watched his fists clench. "It's not like any of the Slytherins stopped Harry either, so why don't I see that they are being punished. If I do so clearly remember our little… chat on the matter, yesterday."

            Severus frowned; his mouth turning to thin line, "I'm surprised how well you are taking this, but you know I'm a teacher and it is up to me to make this year for you easy or difficult."

            "Teachers aren't supposed to be giving threats."

            He drawled, "And neither are Gryffindor students."

            "Underline the name of my house," She spat at him.

            "Fifty points from Gryffindor." The rest of that particular house groaned. That was already over a hundred points in just one class.

            "For?"

            He walked away from Violet and up to his desk, "For arguing with a teacher."

            She seemed to have decided to shut her mouth while Snape instructed the class on how to make a deteriorating potion, but Harry couldn't miss the looks he'd give her whenever he mentioned words like, 'acid, sludge or slime.' There was nothing she could do about it, unless she were willing to give up more house points or receive detentions, which by the way, Harry still had no clue why he had been told to attend. There was also the fact that the potion Professor Snape was instructing on, was even harder than the ones he had issued out last year. There was even a limit on the amount of ingredients he'd supplied them with, so that ruled out the option of making any mistakes. Life sure was going to be difficult in the Potions classroom for the next year.

            "Professor?" a feminine voice said with pure distaste. "You never gave me any mushroom oil. May I please get some," Violet was leaning on Snape's desk with gritted teeth. Snape just ignored her at first; more interested in the textbook he was studying and making notes. Harry on the other hand, was completely astounded. So far they had only been given twenty minutes and she was on the very last ingredient. This potion was supposed to take at least four classes to complete and yet she was almost done. "Professor, did you hear me? I said I-"

            "I heard what you said Ms. Moonglade, but I find no reason in requiring to give you that particular ingredient, since you should be only a quarter way through in the makings of this potion," he didn't even give her a glance, "and if you think otherwise please tell me why-"

            "Because I'm almost done."

            "-In the form of a ten inch essay," his finished and finally faced her. "How can you be almost done in this short length of time when a deteriorating potion needs to have at least two days to mellow and settle?"

            She was trying as hard as possible to keep her voice steady, "There are ways to rush the process."

            "If any potion is rushed, then it is usually made badly and will not live up to its standards."

            "Like your Wolfsbane potion for Professor Lupin," she muttered.

            He narrowed his eyes, "I make that potion for him to help him and every other human being in this school so that no one would ever be harmed."

            "Like you'd ever care about others," she whispered so he wouldn't hear, but since she was just looking at Harry, Harry did. "If no one was to be harmed, then why does Remus always feel sick and tired whenever he takes it? I don't believe that you are living up to your own standards, Professor."

            Snape started reading his book again but said anyways, "Even if I wasn't, there is no way for you to prove that I'm not. Remus doesn't even deserve what I'm doing for him; it's just an act of pure kindness."

            "You,' 'pure' and 'kindness' should not be put all together in the same sentence… ever."

            He continued to read, "Five more points taken from Gryffindor."

            "Fine. It's not like I'm going to be staying for more than a year here anyway."

            "Try and you won't succeed."

            "How encouraging," she smiled sarcastically, beginning to walk away, but then she paused, stared at the crown of Snape's head and her smile turned to a grin. Violet took in a deep breath and ran over to his desk again grabbing a lock of his greasy hair, tugging it and yelling loudly, "Eureka, I found oil!"

The last of the people, who were trying to ignore their conversation, couldn't resist but look up and start laughing as Violet pulled her hand away. They saw that it was indeed covered lightly by the thinnest layer of hair grease and though she looked rather disgusted by it she was dancing around screaming, 'I'm rich! I'm rich!'

            Even Malfoy looked disturbed at the sight of this. It wasn't everyday that one could have the opportunity to judge a professor's hygiene, and it seemed the class decided to take advantage of the situation. A few actually joined in on Violet's fancy jig and others – namely the Slytherins – just clapped, with a slight twitch on the mouth, forcing their frowns and smirks into the smallest of smiles. Yes, Snape did favor them, but they were still always stuck with the punishment homework the Gryffindors always received. And, it was always fun to laugh at teacher.

            Snape stood up suddenly, making his chair create the most horrible scraping sounds when it moved back. He was frowning with narrowed eyes once again as he strode over to Violet, silencing the room. Violet didn't seem to notice though, even with Neville's small yelp of fear. Snape snatched her wrist and said, "Class dismissed… but not you, Ms. Moonglade."

            No one had to be told twice with those cold eyes glaring in every direction. Harry quickly packed up his things and ran out of the classroom, but stayed on the other side of the open door – just out of sight – so he could listen in to what was being said. Hermione and Ron were long gone.

            "You will cease to continue with this," came Snape's voice first. He sounded slightly tired, but still as strict as ever and was it just his scrambled mind, or did Harry think he could determine a waver of fear?

            She hissed, "Why? Are you embarrassed? Let go of my arm you greasified stick!"

            "I find nothing to be embarrassed about."

            "Then why are you so green?"

            There was a moments pause, "I know why you're here."

            "As do I. Dumbledore sent for me and gave me one rather nasty surprise."

            "You know what I'm talking about," he said impatiently. "I'd of thought you'd be happy to see me again." So it was true. They did know each other before yesterday, Harry exclaimed inside his head.

            "Never, would I want to see you, though it is terribly ironic don't you think, that we should meet here of all places. That gives me a little less then a year, Severus. Hope you won't miss me much."

            "I won't have the need to miss you," and he repeated. "You know what I'm talking about. You know what you are here for."

            "Whatever that is, is just a part of the convenience of it all," came the simple reply and then. "I will get what I'm looking for, Severus."

            "That's 'Professor' Snape."

            Violet spat, "You don't deserve that title!"

            "You head is as big as Potter's."

            "Why are you like this?" she whispered at first. "Harry has nothing to do with anything!"

            "I never deserved anything James did to me-" he was interrupted.

            "Yes you did!"

            "-So I find no guilt in mentally hurting any friend of his," Harry leaned a bit closer to the door, "or family."

            "You're sick! Just make this a whole lot easier and give me what I wish!" she screamed. Her voice echoed throughout the entire dungeons; a few rats scuttling to find cover. Harry himself jammed his fingers in his ears and wouldn't have been surprised if debris began to crumble down from the ceiling.

            "Shall I repeat myself, Ms. Moonglade, from earlier?"

            "Anything you do once wastes my time."

            "Try and you won't succeed," he replied anyways. Harry could hear the sneer.

            "You may think so, but a Moonglade never fails the task she is given."

            "Like keeping proper etiquette," said he. "I never would have thought you, Ms. Moonglade, to lose control."

            Silence followed this comment and then in a quiet whisper Violet breathed, "Neither would I." So Snape had won the battle, but the war was still to be fought, Harry thought absentmindedly and then shook his head. He had been around Hermione to long. The sound of a book-bag shuffling announced his friend's exit.

            "Oh, and Violet," Snape finally mentioned before she officially left, "You will receive your mushroom oil next Potions class."

            Violet gave him a sarcastic smile, "Admit you just love attention. Come on, Harry. I need to speak with Dumbledore urgently."

            He nodded. Harry had no clue what was going on. This girl was like one he had never knew with her odd behavior and strange relationships, but in a weird way –one he couldn't place a finger on – he seemed to let that go. Sure she wasn't exactly perfect, but Violet was nice to him and his friends. Even if she wasn't to the Slytherins, who in Gryffindor was?

            "I'm sorry about all this, Harry," she said softly. He didn't know what she was talking about. "My life is as hectic as a room full of screaming banshees. There are so many things I have to take care of, that I have no clue in how do so or where to begin. Then there's the whole point of having a time limit." She was waving her hands around, slightly flustered, and at one point she almost got her foot caught on the bottom of her robes and almost fell over. Luckily, Harry was there to grab her arm and prevent it from happening. He was silent, though, at her comments. Just moving his head slightly to show he was listening seemed to prevent him from looking stupid. But after awhile, even this action seemed to do just that, for him. So he thought of something: a question that had popped up out of nowhere in his already curious head.

            "Violet? I know you probably don't want to discuss this, but I need to ask you something."

            The girl glanced warmly at him, "Ask away, Harry."

            "I was," he stopped and wondered if it was too rude to ask, "I was wondering if you could tell me how your mother died, and maybe a bit more about yourself. I realize that I don't really know you that well." She didn't answer right away. And she wasn't even angry, sad or surprised that he'd asked her that. Just, emotionless.

In silence she hurried down various corridors and up moving staircases, before reaching the stone gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office, "Chocoballs," she murmured and stepped onto the shifting steps. Harry wasn't even going to ask how she new the password. Violet spun around to face Harry once he had followed her and gave him a dead serious expression, "My mother died from a disease when I was nearing the age of eight, and before you ask I don't know why or how she disappeared. Just to tell you a little more about my background; my father's name was Faether Swallowtail and was a very kind man. He too died only a year after my mother, from grief and not his werewolf bite, as most tend to believe."

"But-"

She scolded him, "Let me finish Harry.  The reason why my name isn't Violet Swallowtail is because my mother's side is stronger, but I can't explain anymore on the matter. You could say my father gave in to her side, though."

"But then-"

"Harry," she warned, "It is called the truth when I say I live on my own, and I like it that way, so don't tell anyone."

"Ok, but if your father was a werewolf, then you must be to!" He said trying to get it out as fast as it were possible.

"Only believe what your eyes tell you, Harry," she smiled and muttered a bit more. All he could catch though was, "If…"

            "What? So you are a werewolf?"

            "I know many things about them," she eyed Harry with a hidden smile, "but that was me before he was bitten."

            "So, your father was bitten after you were born?"

            "Correct."       

            Only one more question then, "And… and what about your mother?" The staircase's movement desisted and its thunderous shifting mellowed to a still silence. You could almost hear the candles' fires flicker.

            Violet grinned, "What about her?"

            "Was she like your father?"

            "No." Harry allowed for his tensed muscles to relax. When had they ever stiffened in the first place? "My mother wasn't like him." They both knocked on the office door before pushing past, but the headmaster was nowhere to be seen. A few of the paintings lining the wall were muttering with each other and some even waved at the two students.

            "Good evening, Mrs. Moonglade, Mr. Potter," a particularly red-haired man greeted politely.

            "As to you sir," Violet replied with a sense of dignity, "I'm just wondering if you could-" A burst of raging flames appeared in the fireplace behind her, making them – Harry and Violet – both jump. Dumbledore walked out of it, rising to his full height and dusting away any leftover Floo Powder off his robes. "Dumbledore! I need to have a word with you, now!" her face looked angry and Harry was slightly scared. How could she change moods so rapidly?

            Dumbledore smiled and traipsed to his desk, waving a wand to pull up two extra chairs, "I knew I'd be hearing from you, Ms. Moonglade."

            Violet stormed over and collapsed into the velvety-red seat with anger and yet a respectful air, "Why is that slime-bucket here and who dares to let him give a Wolfsbane potion to Professor Lupin? That is the worst thing you can give to a werewolf!"

            "At the time, Ms. Moonglade," Dumbledore looked at her over the top of his half-moon spectacles, "only our dear Potions Master was willing and capable for the job."

            "But time is different now, is it not?" she asked.

            His eyes twinkled with amusement – one Harry couldn't explain, "Indeed time will change all things, but for now he is the only one who accepted the job."

            Violet was startled and she yelled, "It is not a job, it's an art!"

            "Only a few would think of it as so," he gave a thoughtful look at Harry. "And as for the Wolf's Bane potion, it is the only remedy we have right now."

            "Ha! A remedy? But-"

            He raised his hand to silence her, "Unfortunately, your mother has left us and unless someone else fulfils the vacancy in this art, then there is nothing you can do."

            She thought for a couple seconds, staring at her fidgeting hands and then looked up at the Headmaster, "Then… then may I? I really want to help." The ever-ageing man nodded with an odd glint in his eyes.

            Harry tilted his head in confusion, "But Violet's only a student! How would she know how to brew Wolfsbane?"

            She laughed kindly, "Harry don't insult me! I would never make Wolfsbane!" she leaned towards him, her recessive blue eyes sparkling, "And I wish I were only a student, but I'm… different, Harry."

            "You don't seem any different than me."

            Her eyes flickered. Those intriguing irises were always full of an indescribable emotion, but again they had changed. They were a captivating bright green with the tiniest flecks of gold now. To be put simply, they were gorgeous, "I am more than you think."

            Dumbledore studied them with his head resting on top of his upward positioned hands, "If I may interrupt, would you care to explain, Harry, why you have decided to joined us? Violet has already been so kind as to of told us her reason."

            Truthfully, he didn't know, "Um, well-"

            "Professor Snape gave us both detentions," she cut him off, "and even though I'll admit that I overreacted a bit, Harry didn't do anything! I just wanted to make sure that he doesn't need to suffer for something he never did," Violet stated. At least someone knew a reason.

            The headmaster frowned, "Unfortunately, it is not possible for me to get one out of detention, even if the person were innocent. That is up to you to persuade the professor who issued it in the first place, and usually there is always a reason why they did so."

            Violet sighed, stood up and clomped tiredly to the window. The moonless sky did nothing for her, even though the stars were bright, "I want to go home so badly," Harry heard her whisper. The eerily dimmed light from the outside world, forced her complexion to look vampiric and dreary. Besides from Lupin around the time of the full moon, Harry had never seen someone so utterly exhausted, "Tonight's the new moon," she broke the silence. "Once every month, darkness feeds on the starry sky and covers the moon with a curtain of shadows. They think they are safe, but they aren't."

            "Who?" Harry wondered aloud. Dumbledore instantly started fiddling with a silver contraption as if he were used to her ramblings.

            Violet ignored him, "On night's like these, their souls are gradually drawn from their bodies in search of their origins," she walked slowly over to Fawks and stroked the brilliant scarlet feathers on his head. "Because of this, their life spans are shorter than most humans. Slowly, the lichen race is dying." The machine on the desk sparked and rattled. "The only way for them to survive on earth is if they pass their blood on to others: through either mating or giving humans a bite that reaches a blood stream. Sadly enough though, the newest lichens don't realize how lucky they are and try to fight it, but the moon is always calling. It always wants them to return home."

            Harry swallowed some air, "They're dying?"

            Violet glanced his way and he finally had the chance to see her face, but where had her pupils gone? All that was there was a milky white that made it hard to tell if she was actually looking at you or through you. Either one made his insides turn.

            "Only a few know that this is 'that time of month' that they should be worried about and not nearly as much on the full moon, but even fewer know how to control the inner wolf that hunts beneath their skin," Violet took a few delicate steps to the clearest spot in the room. "The key," she continued in a trance, "is to not control it at all and to not let the fears of what might happen persuade your brain into believing what it will. That would mean that you were scared of your own soul."

            "Please tell us, does professor Lupin know about this?" Dumbledore said calmly. He startled Harry by asking this question, since it was on his mind to. Though, when he turned to look at the man, he seemed to be overly preoccupied with the metal machine that was emitting loud popping noises and rattling non-stop.

            "To know can sometimes not be enough," Violet gave an eerie smile. The type you would give if you were half asleep and had just awoken from a sweet dream. Non-the-less, it still sent chills down Harry's back. "Oh, yes though. Just by looking at his daily paleness tells me Remus knows all about the new moon, which is why its effect on him is so noticeable. Otherwise, he would only be like that the week of his transformation (I can tell he still seems horrified about that too)," the slight upward curve to her mouth dropped into a frown. The girl indeed would have looked like she was sleepwalking, if not her pupil-less eyes were open. "He can't control his wilder self, which is a bit of a problem and-" her right hand clutched her throat and she staggered over to a wall for support. Coughing, and wheezing, Violet fell to her knees, but Dumbledore motioned for Harry not to move.

            "I feel she is not done," he said sternly. The girl was suffering! Harry didn't want to just leave her there, but he trusted the headmaster's judgment.

            "And-" she choked, "And may one day cause the death of him if he doesn't learn how to do just that," she ended with a coughing fit that left her voice harsh and raspy. "Turn that bloody machine off, Dumbledore! I don't want this-" she wheezed and cupped her hands atop her mouth, "Help – me," Violet's muffled words were choppy and short and forced Harry to stand out of his chair, but he was already too late. She had hacked into her hands, cringing with pain, and through them, a shiny and sticky liquid seeped through her fingers. Almost falling over, she let one of her five digit palms to smack down hard against the wooden floor to support her, and though her arched back seemed to beg her brain to let it collapse too with every vibration, it didn't want to let go. With another raging fit of coughs, more silver poured past Violet's palm and onto the floor next to the print her right hand had made.

            "Have to helped her!" Harry cried. The headmaster rose from his chair, looked over at the poor girl and then over to the window, framing the moonless sky.

            "I want you to try to comfort her, Harry, while I go and fetch Professor Lupin. But promise me," the man said as he began to rush out of the room, "to not touch the blood, no matter what she tells you, don't touch it, Harry."

            Blood. That stuff that was coming out of her mouth was…

            "Harry?" Dumbledore asked again. Harry nodded while running over to Violet. She glanced sideways at him with widening eyes, before closing them again in searing pain. Harry had felt pain like that before. Whenever Voldemort was near or felt a strong emotion, but this Harry knew, this was different…

            The blood ceased after a few minutes, along with the wheezing and raspiness, and he could feel her calming down. Besides from her sickly moaning, everything seemed to reside into a quiet peacefulness.

            "Harry…" she weakly called within deep elongated breaths. He patted her back; surprisingly feeling her cuddle into his chest in response, but only until he felt his clothing soak, did he notice her sobbing. "Harry…"

            "Are you alright?" he asked sincerely.

            She climbed completely into his lap and rested her head on his chest once again, gasping for air, "Is the Professor married?"

            He didn't need to ask who she was wondering about, "No, but why-"

            "It doesn't matter. That was all I needed to know," she looked up at him and blinked her crying golden orbs. They had returned to what he believed to be normal, if not still very faded.

            "Why do your eyes change?" he couldn't help but ask.

            Tears flooded her face, "Along with time, with water, leaves and emotions, everything changes, but my eyes and a few other things that aren't supposed to differ, do. That's just the way I am."

            "But why?"

            "I don't know why they change. Like everyone else, I can determine how I want to look, but I can't decide whom to be. All I can truly be is me and all you can be, is you." Violet pushed herself off him, wiping her eyes, and tried to stand up. Stumbling over to the desk, she picked up the machine Dumbledore had fiddled with and carefully brought it back over to where Harry was sitting. It looked like a sort of sculpture with its vertical moon-like shape and various animal printings carved along its metal body. A small figurine of a young girl sitting on the back of a wolf was placed on the inner and bottom part of the moon, with her arms outstretched and holding a scepter. Although it was beautiful, its base was covered in dents caused by it's earlier rattling and was beginning to rust a little with age. Strangely, the rest of it though, seemed intact and like new.

            "What is that?" Harry was about to touch it, but Violet slapped his hand away. Her eyes were stilling watering.

            "That' as you so called it, is a Veracitire: a machine that records conversations. A bit like a muggle camera, though it will only capture moments of truth," she hiccoughed and lazily drifted her finger along the moon's spine. "Tell me, did it record anything tonight?" Violet asked with worry in her tone and a feel of someone with a head cold.

            Was this a joke? Did she not remember her discussion at all? "Yes. It recorded you."

            She stood up again and nodded, "I see," a few more tears fell to the floor as she held the contraption over the puddle of blood.

            "What are you doing?"

            I'm going to smash it and then no one will know the truth of what I said tonight and when it breaks into unfixable pieces, it will taint my blood, so that no one can make heads or tails of that either," she raised it high in the air.

            Harry jumped and grasped the object, "Wait! Why would you want to smash it?"

            "I deserve some privacy," she tugged on the machine. "Now let go!"

            "No! Not until you tell why your blood's silver!"

"I don't want to play twenty questions, Harry! Let go!"

He gave a hard pull and the Veracitire came free of Violet's slippery, blood-covered hands, "Just tell me!"

She dived, pushing him to the ground and sat on his stomach, "All magical beings have something in their blood, have it be copper, gold, silver or pure magic. Now give that to me!" she said impatiently.

"Pure magic?" he ignored his aching stomach.

"Like unicorn blood. You've seen that haven't you?" a tear dropped on his cheek. Why was she still crying?

"Yah," Now that he thought about it, the girl's blood did look different from a unicorn's. The silvery substance was more metallic as while 'pure magic' had been more colourful; like a kaleidoscope had broken and dissolved into it. "Just out of interest, what would my blood be?"

"Copper," she huffed, "or gold. Depends on your… magic level." Harry kept hold of the Veracitire, but slowly his strength was tiring. At one point, Violet tugged so harshly that it came free of his grasp, but she toppled backwards, giving Harry another chance to grab it again. "Let go! You don't know how important this is to me!"

"Is it good? To be copper or gold?" It was funny how the tables could turn, for now Harry was on top of Violet.

"It's good to be anything. You see, Muggles don't have any special blood. That's the difference between them and us. They don't have magic running through their veins."

Where was Dumbledore? Right now everyone would be having dinner and the Great Hall was a long ways away, but it still shouldn't be taking this long.

She continued, "Most wizards and witches are copper, while gold is for the slightly stronger. Very few people have that type though, because only magical creatures are supposed to be gold. Silver is for more nocturnal beings that have an overly powerful magic level and 'pure magic' only exists in the bloodstreams of unicorns. At least, that's the only creature I know that has it. There may be more." He struggled to pull the machine out of her hands, and failed miserably when she forced him off her and clambered to her feet. Pulling out her wand and pointing it at him, she once again held the Veracitire over the silver puddle, "Don't move, Harry."

The boy stood up, but did as he was told, "So you're nocturnal?"

"No. I'm just very powerful like you," her wand hand was steady and she gazed over at the window. "Believe me, Harry, you are very powerful."

"Then why am I at the dangerous end of your wand?" he asked. A smile peaked through her tear-stained face.

"Because you seem to have forgotten that you own a wand too and can wizard duel quite well, as I've heard," Violet began to raise the Veracitire high above her, but was over taken by a pain in her lungs. Her wand clattered to the floor and Harry took his chance to take the contraption before it too fell. "Please Harry," she croaked, "Please smash it. Please…"

The door banged open to reveal Professors Dumbledore and Lupin. Harry, relieved, took in a deep breath, but the two men were to distracted to even notice that he was holding the Veracitire.

Lupin rushed by him and Harry turned around just in time to watch him catch a coughing Violet before she collapsed again into her own blood.

Hanging there for a moment, she allowed for Remus to drag her to the other side of the room without fighting him, but once he placed her on the carpeted area of the floor, she tried to stand up and wander back over. Harry could see drops of silver lining her lips when she came near, only to be picked up again and carried back over to the carpet by the Professor.

"Stop it! I need to destroy the Veracitire!" she screamed. Lupin prevented her from rising again by pinning her arms to the floor.

"Listen to me, Violet. We need that recording," he explained.

She started to tremble and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. What was going on and, was it just Harry, or did her pigtails look like they had grown longer? Desperately wanting to sit up, Violet tried to fight the pressure, "No!"

The werewolf didn't weaken his force, "It's going to be ok. No one else will hear about this. It will be," he smiled warmly down her and whispered soothingly, "It will be our little secret."

This made her relax for a second in silence, "Our little secret? Just for… us?" her eyes watered.

"If us mean everyone in this room, then yes. Just us." Violet stared blankly at the ceiling and didn't respond. Seeing this as a yes, Lupin slowly stood up, taking out his wand while he walked closer to Harry. He muttered a spell and a thin line was cut into his own wrist. A few drops of blood fell and mixed with hers and that was when Harry realized that Lupin's blood… was silver too. "I see your blood has parted like mine, but why is it that you only coughed up that particular half?" Silence. The room had given into silence. Dumbledore strolled up next to Lupin and watched him use his wand as a stirring stick. "Violet?"

The substance rippled and began to glow. It thickened, turned, twirled and twisted, until the Professor's wand shot out of is hand and landed nearly five feet away. He stood up to retrieve it and instead stiffened. The blood started to shift into a blobby mound, until finally forming the shape of a girl. She wore a short dress, was approximately the size of a china-doll and showed a striking resemblance of Violet, if not more reserved. Thee figure swirled on the spot like a ballet dancer to take a good look around the room.

It frowned, "I'm still trapped, aren't I?"

My oh my! I'm horribly sorry for that cliffhanger. I think it was worse than last chapter's. Sighs sorry about that…

Oh… if any of you guys think this story is losing it's touch, then please tell me, because though I'd still continue writing it, I'd really like to know. Plus if you have any ideas to spice things up, (if it is too boring) then please suggest them. Ideas are always welcome, though I can't promise that I'll use them.

Awaiting your comments,

Luna