Teal Eyes

Prologue:

It was a humid day in London, England. An owl was flapping its way to Pivet Drive. As it swooped past, a young girl held out her hand. The letter tied securely on the snowy white owl shook free and soared into the girls' outstretched hand. She turned it over and over in her hands, expecting the writing.

"Ronald Weasley's handwriting," she murmured, "to Harry Potter," she formed her soft, vulnerable mouth into a grim line of recognition. "Of course to Harry Potter. And that lovely owl must be Hedwig." She looked at the owl and beckoned her over. The snowy owl hesitated, then glided gracefully over to the girls extended arm. Hedwigs claws scratched the smooth, sun-darkened skin on the girls arm. Screeching, the owl opened her wings to get of her arm, but the girl spoke.

"No, no, it'll be alright, the scratches will be gone in a moment." She spoke soothingly to calm the owl down. "I'll let you go now, with the letter, to your master," she whispered, "Up you go." Letting her wings spread to their four-foot wingspan, Hedwig took to the air and kept up her course to Harry Potter. The girl looked up at the house before her, unaware of the elderly wizard staring at her.

Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, a wizarding school, was an older man with a long white beard and white hair cascading down his back. His blue eyes surveyed the girl outside from inside half moon spectacles and he was clothed in a long deep purple velvet robes.

He stepped out of the young girls trance and into the stairway, walking down the steep stairs down to the front door to let her in. He landed at the landing and walked to the front door, painted white. Albus put his delicately wrinkled hand on the shiny brass knob and turned it, pulling the door open.

"Sophieya?" He called softly to the girl. She gasped and swung amazing teal eyes toward Albus. "You are here!" He glanced at the sky. "You are late, Sophieya. What held you?"

"Oh, Albus! Is it really you?" She looked over him critically. "You wizards. Getting old and wrinkly. Not for me!" Sophieya smiled winningly, showing off white teeth and a beautiful smile. Her nose was straight and small on her gracefully thin face. Her skin held no wrinkles; her fingers were long, slender, nimble and graceful. Her chest swelled to a point, then tapered down to a small waist, lean hips and long, muscular legs. Her eyes were a teal color, though they change into a black or stormy gray according to her feelings. Her hair was long, down to her waist, thick, silky and black. Running up to the door in which Albus stood, Sophieya Renaldieyz, the only female sorceress and most powerful of all sorcerers, threw her arms around Albus Dumbledores neck. As she kissed him on the cheek, she whispered, "It's been a long time, nephew, and you look tired. Let me help you in." She took his arm and propelled him into the house. With a flick of her wrist, the door shut and the lock twisted. Sophieya let go of his arm as she launched herself into the kitchen, looking around for food. Albus shook his head in amazement, looking on with twinkling blue eyes as she flung her body at the refrigerator, seeing a banana. Sitting in a chair, Albus watched her peel her prize open and take a big bite.

"Sophieya, I hear you want to come to my school," Albus stated carefully.

"Yes, I have a feeling, and you know how important those feelings are, that Voldemort-" she paused, "er-will attack- Harry Potter this year. Being his sixth year at Hogwarts, and friends are probably more important, so I believe that Voldemort will go after Hermoine Granger and Ronald Weasley first. With his friends as bait, Voldemort will lure Harry to him, then kill Weasley and Granger before Harry's eyes, while Harry is helpless. Then Voldemort will kill Harry. I will not let them all die!" On the last sentence, her voice had turned raw and raspy with anger. As Sophieya took a deep breath, Albus nodded his head solemly.

"You could be placed in Hogwarts...in Gryffindor of course," he added.

"And what of my name?"

Albus thought for a moment. "You could be called Sophiey instead of Sophieya. I doubt that anyone will know who you are. They haven't learned about sorcerers, and never will."

Sophieya gasped softly. "What about Draco Malfoy?" At his sharp look, she explained. "The Malfoy manor is on the street where I am staying. He knows that I am a sorceress. He will surely tell." At the last statement, she lowered her voice to a ragged whisper.

Albus shook his head.

"You will pull him aside and tell him not to say anything for the sake of Harry."

"Why should he care? He hates Harry. Malfoy would do anything to hurt Harry and his friends. Anything," she tacked on warningly.

Sighing inside, Albus accepted the fact silently.

"Then do what you think is best, do what you wish with him." He answered. "Or must," he paused. "Just keep him quiet, or if he gets out of hand, send him to me. I will do the silencing charm on him. Though I'm not good at it," he added.

"Nonsense. I'll do the silencing charm. You stay put. I'll handle everything." She lowered her voice. "I will not let innocent people die."

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Chapter One: Hogwarts, dining hall, first night back:

"Oh, please. The sorting hat makes it harder and harder to carry on! I can never tell where it will put anyone!" Hermoine Granger, a sixth year in Hogwarts school of wizard- and witch-craft, answered angrily. "I just hope no more slimy Malfoys come near me," she paused, looking at Harry Potters confused face. "I just made no sense at all, right?" Ronald Weasley, on her left, shook his red head slowly, a bewildered look on his face. Hermoine sighed knowingly: they never understood her. Harry's confused mask turned into a grin as both he and Ron burst out laughing. Hermoine looked from Ron to Harry, then shrugged her small shoulders lightly, ignoring them. Turning her focus to somewhere else, she saw Albus Dumbledore get out of his seat and round the long staff table at the front of the hall. He walked calmly down the rows of tables and out of the giant room.

"I wonder what Professor Dumbledore is doing," she said softly. "He doesn't usually walk out of the opening feast."

"Keep your musings to yourself, Mudblood," someone snickered behind her.

Hermoine turned around and opened her mouth to strike back when a strong female voice answered the insult for her.

"Malfoy, since I don't expect you to apologize, I will make you." Draco Malfoy moved his gray eyes up the length of the speakers body and into her eyes.

"Sophiey," Malfoy smiled as he gazed into stormy gray eyes. "What a lovely, and beautiful, surprise." His lean, hard body unfolded itself from his chair, and Pansy Parkinson's desperately clinging arms, as he sauntered over to the girl. Sophiey stood and glared at him as he opened his muscled arms and enveloped her in a surprisingly gentle hug. As Hermoine watched, a sigh came from inside Malfoys arms and two sun-darkened, long, slender arms crossed on Draco's strong shoulder blades in a return hug.

Loosening his hold on her, Malfoy smiled into Sophieys eyes. The stormy grey color was hijacked by a teal color, warm with recognition. Sophiey, realizing her weakness, hit Malfoy lightly on the arm.

"I said apologize, Malfoy, not suck up. Do it," she pointed to the wide eyed Hermoine. Malfoy sighed and let go of Sophiey, turning to face Hermoine.

"Yes, love," he murmured in response to Sophieys words. Sophiey shook her head and lowered her gaze to the floor, her eyes sad. Harry moved his blazing green eyes from Malfoy to Sophiey, confused. Draco looked into Hermoines eyes earnestly.

"I'm sorry, Granger. But don't expect this response again," Malfoy drawled. "Beautiful Sophiey won't be here next time." Draco turned to look at Sophiey. She still had her eyes on the ground.

"Humph." Hermoine glared at Draco, then, seeing him turn back to the newcomer, shifted her gaze to the girl.

Studying her, Hermoine almost sighed aloud. She was so beautiful. She had long, black hair and teal eyes, a soft mouth, small waist, lean hips and long, muscular legs. She was, Hermoine admitted, a fairy tale, and Ron and Harry would be all over her in minutes. Thinking of Ron, she moved her eyes so she could look at him. He was looking on coolly, his blue eyes scorching with a fire of passion and anger. Hermoine swung her stare to Harry. As she looked into his eyes, Harry scanned Sophieys body with his green gaze. Bringing his eyes up to her face again, he raised his black eyebrows as he lighted on her eyes.

Malfoy, catching Harrys gaze, snickered and stepped in the way.

"Like what you see, Potty?" Malfoy's eyes were a steely gray. "She's not yours."

"That's right. I'm nobody's." Suddenly, Malfoys hands started glowing as he lifted into the air and was flung across the room, only to be placed gently into his chair. Sophieys eyes were a light gray and her hand glowed slightly. Ron smiled as his blue eyes daunted on her face again. Getting up, Hermoine approached the newcomer cautiously.

"I will not bite, Ms. Granger. I only nibble." Sophiey winked at Hermoine. "I'm Sophiey." She stretched out her long arm and slender fingers. Her hand looked strong and nimble. Hermoine put out her ungracefully thin and callused hand. Grasping her hand, Sophiey nodded her head. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Granger. I have heard a lot about you. That you are a genius." She paused. "Are you a genius, Ms. Granger?"

"Hermoine," she blurted. Blushing, she rushed on to explain as Sophiey's eyebrows went up gracefully, "I don't like being called Ms." Sophiey nodded understandingly.

Getting up, Ron walked leisurely over to where Sophiey and Hermoine were. Sticking out a big hand, scorching blue eyes met teal ones as Sophieys small hand disappeared inside his.

"Mr. Weasley, it is a pleasure to meet you as well." Sophiey paused, smiling into Ron's fiery eyes. "May I call you Ron?" she asked softly.

"You may call me whatever you want, Sophiey." He paused as well, looking into her deep teal eyes. "Just not Weasel." She laughed as Ron let go of her hand.

"I wouldn't even consider calling you that." Sophiey glanced to Ron's side, seeing a big form coming.

Harry held out his hand as Sophiey placed her hand gently in his and shook it tenderly. Looking up into his eyes, she whispered, "Harry Potter. I've heard much about you." Harry smiled as he answered back softly, "Sophiey. What a beautiful name."

As she shook his hand, she thought, this is going perfect.

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