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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,585
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Solitude
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Hermione/Ginny
Summary: A curse has turned Hermione into a lycanthrope. Harry has died, but the Dark still rages on, and a dear friend has become a traitor. She has become insane and feral, a killer who springs forth when she hungers. To all others, she is dead. When Ginny finds her, can love heal all that\'s been lost?
Everything you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. The plot and such, to me. No money is being made.
Chapter 1: Solitude
\"Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.\"
-Francis Bacon, Sr.
Ginny Weasley groaned as she opened her eyes to the sun streaming in her window. She rolled out of bed, wincing as the pretty bruise on her back hit something solid. It had been a wonderful parting gift from a Death Eater two nights ago.
Sighing in annoyance, she stood up and limped (Had she sprained her ankle, Ginny wondered) to the bathroom, immediately stripping out of her nightclothes and turned on the shower, letting the freezing water slap her remaining fatigue away. She turned the knob to warm, and purred softly as the heat eased her sore muscles. This had been a hell of a week.
And she still had work to do today. A Hogwarts student had been torn apart up in a forest in France by a lion. Death nowadays was not so suspicious, but there were no lions in that area. Dumbledore expected it was a rogue Animagus or a lycanthrope. Whatever it was, it was her job to deal with it and potentially hunt down whatever creature had done this. As usual.
Stepping out of the shower, Ginny quickly dried off and got dressed, picking out a plain black shirt, dark blue jeans and her favorite pair of steel-toed boots. She had gotten them on a whim and loved them ever since. Grabbing her waist-length leather jacket, she checked for the holster at the small of her back. Finding it missing, she grumbled and looked under her pillow.
A modified leather holster lay on the bed, both her wand and a Browning 9mm inside of it. Opening the drawer of her bedside table, Ginny stuffed an extra clip into her pocket and put on the holster, tucking her shirt over it before donning her jacket. While magic was wonderful, sometimes the best thing for a lycanthrope was a silver bullet. With a smile she Apparated to the forest, ready for anything.
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Hermione tossed and turned in her sleep before her eyes snapped open, her pale face sticky with dried blood. Her mouth was dry as a desert and she got on all fours and puked, coughing up some of last night\'s meal. Utterly miserable, she tried to fall back into sweet oblivion but found it impossible.
Dragging herself down to the river a dozen yards from her lair, Hermione jumped in headfirst, cleansing her body of last night\'s events. The feelings of sickness in her gut faded, and she pulled herself out of the water, her wet footsteps showing her trail back to the cave.
A faint popping sound made her whirl around, ready to strike. But she saw nothing and, muscles tensed, crawled back into the cave. Hermione smiled, content in her utter savagery. For…how long? A year, maybe two, (she had lost count of time) she had been like this, a slave to the beast within. She still had her wand tucked into a large scrap of her shirt, but hadn\'t used it in months. There was no need for magic when there was the wild.
Footsteps. Hermione snarled at this invasion of her territory. She padded outside of her cave and looked out, past the river. A red-haired girl was walking along the edge of the river, and the lycanthrope felt the urge to pounce and kill this intruder. But there was something…familiar about this human, and Hermione resisted her instincts, slowly crawling closer on all fours.
The girl screamed when she saw Hermione, obviously unaware of her presence. She inhaled the fear coming from the redhead and purred. A small gasp escaped the clothed girl\'s throat. \"Hermione?\"
The were-lion blinked. She swallowed and tried to talk but found herself unable, a choked growl escaping her lips. Settling for a nod, she looked up. G-g…Hermione snarled as she tried to remember the human\'s name.
G-g…Ginny. With a smile of triumph, Hermione looked at her.
\"Is that really you?\" Ginny splashed through the river to the nude lycanthrope and hugged her close.
Unused to the contact, Hermione struggled, trying to pull away. Ginny only pulled her tighter until the were-lion relented. Pulling out her wand, she whispered. \"Hold my hand.\" She complied, slightly confused and felt unconsciousness take over her once more.
Pairings: Hermione/Ginny
Summary: A curse has turned Hermione into a lycanthrope. Harry has died, but the Dark still rages on, and a dear friend has become a traitor. She has become insane and feral, a killer who springs forth when she hungers. To all others, she is dead. When Ginny finds her, can love heal all that\'s been lost?
Everything you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. The plot and such, to me. No money is being made.
Chapter 1: Solitude
\"Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.\"
-Francis Bacon, Sr.
Ginny Weasley groaned as she opened her eyes to the sun streaming in her window. She rolled out of bed, wincing as the pretty bruise on her back hit something solid. It had been a wonderful parting gift from a Death Eater two nights ago.
Sighing in annoyance, she stood up and limped (Had she sprained her ankle, Ginny wondered) to the bathroom, immediately stripping out of her nightclothes and turned on the shower, letting the freezing water slap her remaining fatigue away. She turned the knob to warm, and purred softly as the heat eased her sore muscles. This had been a hell of a week.
And she still had work to do today. A Hogwarts student had been torn apart up in a forest in France by a lion. Death nowadays was not so suspicious, but there were no lions in that area. Dumbledore expected it was a rogue Animagus or a lycanthrope. Whatever it was, it was her job to deal with it and potentially hunt down whatever creature had done this. As usual.
Stepping out of the shower, Ginny quickly dried off and got dressed, picking out a plain black shirt, dark blue jeans and her favorite pair of steel-toed boots. She had gotten them on a whim and loved them ever since. Grabbing her waist-length leather jacket, she checked for the holster at the small of her back. Finding it missing, she grumbled and looked under her pillow.
A modified leather holster lay on the bed, both her wand and a Browning 9mm inside of it. Opening the drawer of her bedside table, Ginny stuffed an extra clip into her pocket and put on the holster, tucking her shirt over it before donning her jacket. While magic was wonderful, sometimes the best thing for a lycanthrope was a silver bullet. With a smile she Apparated to the forest, ready for anything.
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Hermione tossed and turned in her sleep before her eyes snapped open, her pale face sticky with dried blood. Her mouth was dry as a desert and she got on all fours and puked, coughing up some of last night\'s meal. Utterly miserable, she tried to fall back into sweet oblivion but found it impossible.
Dragging herself down to the river a dozen yards from her lair, Hermione jumped in headfirst, cleansing her body of last night\'s events. The feelings of sickness in her gut faded, and she pulled herself out of the water, her wet footsteps showing her trail back to the cave.
A faint popping sound made her whirl around, ready to strike. But she saw nothing and, muscles tensed, crawled back into the cave. Hermione smiled, content in her utter savagery. For…how long? A year, maybe two, (she had lost count of time) she had been like this, a slave to the beast within. She still had her wand tucked into a large scrap of her shirt, but hadn\'t used it in months. There was no need for magic when there was the wild.
Footsteps. Hermione snarled at this invasion of her territory. She padded outside of her cave and looked out, past the river. A red-haired girl was walking along the edge of the river, and the lycanthrope felt the urge to pounce and kill this intruder. But there was something…familiar about this human, and Hermione resisted her instincts, slowly crawling closer on all fours.
The girl screamed when she saw Hermione, obviously unaware of her presence. She inhaled the fear coming from the redhead and purred. A small gasp escaped the clothed girl\'s throat. \"Hermione?\"
The were-lion blinked. She swallowed and tried to talk but found herself unable, a choked growl escaping her lips. Settling for a nod, she looked up. G-g…Hermione snarled as she tried to remember the human\'s name.
G-g…Ginny. With a smile of triumph, Hermione looked at her.
\"Is that really you?\" Ginny splashed through the river to the nude lycanthrope and hugged her close.
Unused to the contact, Hermione struggled, trying to pull away. Ginny only pulled her tighter until the were-lion relented. Pulling out her wand, she whispered. \"Hold my hand.\" She complied, slightly confused and felt unconsciousness take over her once more.