Lionné Belle
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,586
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.
Pain
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 2: Pain
\"World\'s use is cold, world\'s love is vain, world\'s cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.\" - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Hermione awoke to the wrinkled face of Professor McGonagall and began struggling, but found herself magically bound to the bed. In frustration she whimpered and looked at the Professor for help. The old witch shook her head. \"I am sorry, Hermione, but I cannot let you go. The nurse is still running tests and we can\'t risk you attacking any of the students.\"
The werelion\'s eyes narrowed and turned to a predatory amber. \"Where…Ginny?\" She growled, still reduced to rudimentary speech because of her solitude in the wild. McGonagall nodded, smiling softly in a gesture Hermione did not understand.
\"She went to go file her report to her superiors after she rescued you, Hermione.\" That sentence provoked a vulgar gesture from the restrained lycanthrope. No one had saved her. They had captured and caged her. She had to be free! Hermione began struggling again, a roar erupting from her lips loud enough to make the elder woman take a step backwards.
\"Professor?\" Ginny\'s voice reached Hermione\'s ears, and she ceased her struggles. This human she knew from somewhere, but where? The werelion tore at the sheets in frustration, resisting the urge to pop out her claws and show them some real destruction. Professor McGonagall turned to face the red-haired witch. \"Do you need something, Ginny?\"
She shook her head. \"No, I just came to take over the watch.\" With a small nod, the Professor left the room with a slight backward glance to Ginny, as if warning her about something. The lycanthrope looked at the girl, eyes pleading to be set free.
\"I…\" The human\'s voice trailed off. \"I can\'t let you out right now, Hermione. I have to explain everything first and ask a few questions. Will you let me do that?\" After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Hermione muttered her reluctant agreement.
\"Wonderful,\" Ginny said with a genuine smile. \"First question, do you know what you are?\" Hermione blinked in response before softly growling, \"A…lion. And you\'re…human, which makes…you prey.\" The pauses in her speech annoyed her, but Hermione did not remember much other than her lair and her forest.
The witch raised an eyebrow, choosing to ignore the prey comment. \"You certainly are a lion, a werelion, in fact. A shapeshifter that loses control and becomes a wild animal when the full moon rises. Like it did last night.\" Ginny sighed softly. \"Did you kill Alex Michaels?\"
\"Human…names…are useless.\" Hermione said.
\"Seventeen years old, long brown hair, blue eyes?\" Ginny guessed that a physical description was what her friend (gods, would they still be friends after all this?) was looking for, and was pleased when she was right.
\"Yes.\" The lycanthrope nodded, shaking a stray lock of hair out of her face. \"He had…whiskey, foolish human. Easy prey.\"
A chill ran down Ginny\'s spine. Here was the girl she had known for years talking about a man like he was merely food, a hamburger or something. But Hermione had been gone for so long, and her absence had affected the red-haired girl than she wanted to admit to anyone.
\"How did you know he had been drinking?\" She asked cautiously, a squeamish part of her not wanting to know the answer.
\"Smell it in his…sweat. I could…taste it in his blood.\" Hermione said simply, as if this was an accepted fact in life.
Ginny noticed that the more she talked, the more her speech improved. The lack of humanity in her words was still upsetting, but they were getting somewhere. After a small pause, she began speaking again.
\"Ginny…why am I here?\" At the use of her name, the witch\'s head snapped to attention. Gods, how to explain this. \"Hermione, two years ago you were captured by Death Eaters, one of whom happened to be my brother.\" A deep loathing seeped into her words as she continued. \"You were raped and bloody. Everyone was told you were dead. But the next night your body disappeared from the morgue, and while we suspected foul play, it soon became obvious that our enemies were oblivious to your being alive as we were. Slowly, time took over, and the people who had mourned for you had died, including Harry.\"
Hermione\'s eyes widened in shock, comprehension and adrenaline reawakening her even more than before. \"What happened to…Harry?\" She whispered, tears coming to the corner of her eyes, though she seemed oblivious.
\"When Ron (she barely kept from spitting when she said his name) showed his true colors as a traitor to the Light, Harry killed himself. He thought you were dead, and his best friend turned on him. He couldn\'t take it. Many others died after Harry did, some following his example, others killed by Voldemort and his brood. Now, besides my turncoat brother, I am the only Weasley left.\" Ginny shuddered, and suddenly collapsed into tears, hiding her face in her hands. In rage at this betrayal, Hermione tried to break free of the spell once more, clawing at herself when she failed.
Ginny gasped, looking at her old friend\'s hands. They had become wicked talons, tools for ripping whoever was on the wrong side of them apart. Grabbing her wand, the witch dispelled the binding hex, causing Hermione to fall to the floor when she knocked over the bed. Unharmed, the werelion stood up and wrapped her arms around Ginny. The girl felt bile rise in her throat at the feel and sight of the claws on her skin, but quickly relaxed, remembering who was behind the beast.
They stayed still, for how long none of them knew, until Ginny\'s reddened eyes closed in exhaustion. Hermione held tight to the witch, vowing to kill anyone who touched her. Love, she knew of once, but this was instinct, a feral demand to protect the one who never forgot her, no matter how many years had passed.
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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 2: Pain
\"World\'s use is cold, world\'s love is vain, world\'s cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.\" - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Hermione awoke to the wrinkled face of Professor McGonagall and began struggling, but found herself magically bound to the bed. In frustration she whimpered and looked at the Professor for help. The old witch shook her head. \"I am sorry, Hermione, but I cannot let you go. The nurse is still running tests and we can\'t risk you attacking any of the students.\"
The werelion\'s eyes narrowed and turned to a predatory amber. \"Where…Ginny?\" She growled, still reduced to rudimentary speech because of her solitude in the wild. McGonagall nodded, smiling softly in a gesture Hermione did not understand.
\"She went to go file her report to her superiors after she rescued you, Hermione.\" That sentence provoked a vulgar gesture from the restrained lycanthrope. No one had saved her. They had captured and caged her. She had to be free! Hermione began struggling again, a roar erupting from her lips loud enough to make the elder woman take a step backwards.
\"Professor?\" Ginny\'s voice reached Hermione\'s ears, and she ceased her struggles. This human she knew from somewhere, but where? The werelion tore at the sheets in frustration, resisting the urge to pop out her claws and show them some real destruction. Professor McGonagall turned to face the red-haired witch. \"Do you need something, Ginny?\"
She shook her head. \"No, I just came to take over the watch.\" With a small nod, the Professor left the room with a slight backward glance to Ginny, as if warning her about something. The lycanthrope looked at the girl, eyes pleading to be set free.
\"I…\" The human\'s voice trailed off. \"I can\'t let you out right now, Hermione. I have to explain everything first and ask a few questions. Will you let me do that?\" After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Hermione muttered her reluctant agreement.
\"Wonderful,\" Ginny said with a genuine smile. \"First question, do you know what you are?\" Hermione blinked in response before softly growling, \"A…lion. And you\'re…human, which makes…you prey.\" The pauses in her speech annoyed her, but Hermione did not remember much other than her lair and her forest.
The witch raised an eyebrow, choosing to ignore the prey comment. \"You certainly are a lion, a werelion, in fact. A shapeshifter that loses control and becomes a wild animal when the full moon rises. Like it did last night.\" Ginny sighed softly. \"Did you kill Alex Michaels?\"
\"Human…names…are useless.\" Hermione said.
\"Seventeen years old, long brown hair, blue eyes?\" Ginny guessed that a physical description was what her friend (gods, would they still be friends after all this?) was looking for, and was pleased when she was right.
\"Yes.\" The lycanthrope nodded, shaking a stray lock of hair out of her face. \"He had…whiskey, foolish human. Easy prey.\"
A chill ran down Ginny\'s spine. Here was the girl she had known for years talking about a man like he was merely food, a hamburger or something. But Hermione had been gone for so long, and her absence had affected the red-haired girl than she wanted to admit to anyone.
\"How did you know he had been drinking?\" She asked cautiously, a squeamish part of her not wanting to know the answer.
\"Smell it in his…sweat. I could…taste it in his blood.\" Hermione said simply, as if this was an accepted fact in life.
Ginny noticed that the more she talked, the more her speech improved. The lack of humanity in her words was still upsetting, but they were getting somewhere. After a small pause, she began speaking again.
\"Ginny…why am I here?\" At the use of her name, the witch\'s head snapped to attention. Gods, how to explain this. \"Hermione, two years ago you were captured by Death Eaters, one of whom happened to be my brother.\" A deep loathing seeped into her words as she continued. \"You were raped and bloody. Everyone was told you were dead. But the next night your body disappeared from the morgue, and while we suspected foul play, it soon became obvious that our enemies were oblivious to your being alive as we were. Slowly, time took over, and the people who had mourned for you had died, including Harry.\"
Hermione\'s eyes widened in shock, comprehension and adrenaline reawakening her even more than before. \"What happened to…Harry?\" She whispered, tears coming to the corner of her eyes, though she seemed oblivious.
\"When Ron (she barely kept from spitting when she said his name) showed his true colors as a traitor to the Light, Harry killed himself. He thought you were dead, and his best friend turned on him. He couldn\'t take it. Many others died after Harry did, some following his example, others killed by Voldemort and his brood. Now, besides my turncoat brother, I am the only Weasley left.\" Ginny shuddered, and suddenly collapsed into tears, hiding her face in her hands. In rage at this betrayal, Hermione tried to break free of the spell once more, clawing at herself when she failed.
Ginny gasped, looking at her old friend\'s hands. They had become wicked talons, tools for ripping whoever was on the wrong side of them apart. Grabbing her wand, the witch dispelled the binding hex, causing Hermione to fall to the floor when she knocked over the bed. Unharmed, the werelion stood up and wrapped her arms around Ginny. The girl felt bile rise in her throat at the feel and sight of the claws on her skin, but quickly relaxed, remembering who was behind the beast.
They stayed still, for how long none of them knew, until Ginny\'s reddened eyes closed in exhaustion. Hermione held tight to the witch, vowing to kill anyone who touched her. Love, she knew of once, but this was instinct, a feral demand to protect the one who never forgot her, no matter how many years had passed.
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