Colors

Chapter 1:

White

There was a knock at the door. Molly Weasley looked towards the door from her perch in the kitchen.

"Who could that be?" Tonks wondered aloud.

Arthur Weasley got up and went to answer it.

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She stood in the shadow of this man, this large man, this large black man. He'd given her his cloak as they had come up to the stoop and asked her the usual questions: Who are you, where are you from, why are you here... They all ran together in her mind. He'd knocked on a door that was suddenly there. An orange man answered it.

"Severus,"

The man nodded curtly. She admired again the darkness of him. The orange man looked at her, she looked up with her eyes only. The man smiled at her.

"Well Severus, who is this?"

"A girl. I found her wandering the site of an attack. May we come in?"

The question was sarcastic. The orange man closed his eyes for a moment, his brow furrowing just the slightest bit,

"Yes, yes, of course. I'm sorry."

The black man swept in, she followed after, staring in wonder. The orange man led them to a room full of people of all colors. She gasped in wonder at the purple lady. And there was a silver man, and one with a blue eye, and a black black man...a lock of her own pallid hair fell loose of the hood and she took a shuddering breath.

"What's wrong with the poor darling Severus? She looks unwell." An orange lady asked.

The black man said the same things to these colored people that he'd said to the orange man. She found her attention wandering. She wriggled out of the cloak and tugged the long black robes of the black man. He turned and she held up the cloak, wet from the rain. He took it absently and she began walking away.

"Wait...um...Dumbledore...she's wandering off..."

"Oh no darling." The orange lady got up and blocked her path. She knelt. "Aren't you hungry, dear?"

She tilted her head, her eyes screwed up, thinking. She nodded. The orange lady smiled and the purple lady giggled.

"She speaks less than you Severus!"

She set her teeth and squinted her eyes, breathing very fast in anger. She pointed to her throat, then, when they still didn't understand, she covered her face with her hands, eyes peering through her fingers.

Silence.

"Elaborate a bit?" The purple lady asked gently.

Her eyes lit up as she remembered. She mimed scribbling.

"A...a crayon!"

She smiled, clapping her hands. The people scrambled a little, but crayons got presented to her, along with funny yellowish paper. She grabbed the black crayon and settled onto the floor, beginning to draw.

She drew a person in black. They held a brown stick in their hand. A red line went from the stick to a drawing of herself. She showed the picture to them. There was a gasp.

"Oh no..."

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"Midori, where is your charming daughter?" The man's violet eyes were worried. She collapsed into his chest, crying.

"I don't know Purpure, I came back to where she was playing and she wasn't there!" Her eyes were flushed from crying and the man wrapped his arms around her gently, kissing her emerald hair.

"Shh, calm down...please..."

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"Priori Incantatus. Finite."

A ghostly grey cloud flew from her mouth and twisted itself into a shape she didn't recognize. She found her voice back. She looked up at the black man.

"Why did you take me Black man?" Her voice was the whisper of a ghost.

He looked at her, she looked up at him, her power coming back, making her eyes white.

"Mommy will be looking for me."

Snape stepped back, surprised. Molly made a soft noise of sympathy.

"Oh sweetheart, your parents...they were..."

"They let me play with the mortals' children. Then the black people came and hit them with green light. The light that took their souls." She looked angry.

"Mommy would be mad that they used her to take the souls of our friends. I stood in the middle of the dead when all was done,"

A wickedly precocious smile curled her white lips.

"They couldn't kill me. You can't kill one of us. Purpure says so." Her face fell slightly.

"But the white man in the black...I couldn't help it...He was like me...He took my voice, and my magick." She looked to Dumbledore, smiling. "But you fixed it!" She turned.

"And now I can go home! Mommy will be worried..."

There was a sound of thunder. Violet lightning flashed outside the windows. A sudden breath of wind left the house dark. When the lightning flashed again it illuminated a tall figure with long hair. His eyes blazed and with a motion of his slender hand a ball of violet lightning lit the room.

"What is the meaning of this?" Moody growled.

The figure, eerily lit by the flickering light, knelt and spread his arms. The girl had emitted a shriek of laughter when the lightning flashed and now whirled around and ran into his arms.

"Purpure! Purpure!"

He smiled and hugged her, planting a kiss on her forehead. A moment later he looked at her, worried. "Have they hurt you?"

She shook her head. "No Purpure, I'm alright."

He sighed in relief and picked her up, his eyes burning at the witches and wizards in the room. She whispered to him and he turned to Snape.

"Why did you take her?"

"I thought she was part of the household that was killed. I wanted to protect her from harm." He bristled.

"The Silver man fixed me! The white man in black took my voice and my magick away and he fixed it!" She put a little hand to the side of his face. "Please be nice Pur, they're not bad, they didn't know."

"Know what?" Dumbledore asked gently. Purpure straightened.

"Moon is a Spectral, as am I. We are not human, we are part of the threads that make this world, and all others." He bowed to Dumbledore, then Snape. "I apologize for my outburst, it's just that many have tried to harness our power in the past and caused us great sorrow."

He hugged the little girl tightly. "The previous Spectral White was killed in such a way."

"How? I mean, why?"

"Flight-from-death wanted him for um...stuff..." Moon's brow furrowed in puzzlement.

"What did he want him for again?"