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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,640
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Run
Title: Run
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU.
Summary: #48 – Run. She would follow him anywhere.
Word Count: 1,017 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Mystery pairing…HG/??
Prompt 48 – Run
“Run!” he shouted, startling her to action. “Run, and don’t stop!”
Her curls flew as she turned, caramel tresses flying out behind her, her dark green traveling cloak like a flag upon the icy air. She ran…away from him as the moon began to rise. He could still smell her, her flowery perfume, her shampoo, her skin…her blood.
He turned back to stare at the rising full moon, too large for the wintry sky, casting silver light over the snow and the dark trees. He could feel the change already; the cracking of his bones to reshape would come after the boiling of his blood. After so many years, he knew he should be used to the change…but he wasn’t. Every full moon was painful, absolute agony…
He could still hear her in the trees, running.
When the change came in full force, he was knocked off his feet, screaming in a voice that he could never believe to be his own. His legs contorted, bones cracking, his spine curved unnaturally…as did his neck and arms. The fine suit he had worn was in tatters, and the boots discarded as his wolf legs kicked and thrashed.
He had taken his Wolfsbane, but he had not made it in time to see that she was safe. When the transformation was complete, he rolled off his back to stand on four legs. With his keen beast eyes, he could see the moon in a red shade…and then his paws, covered in silver fur.
A distant sound pricked his ears and he turned his head toward the trees…he could hear her running.
With a sharp nip of a bark, he took off, running through the trees, his nose honed to her scent…gardenia, it was.
Merlin, they had been so stupid, deciding to take a walk when they both knew the full moon would be out that night. The human part of him wanted to yell at her. They were not inside protected wards; they were near a Muggle village… Merlin, they were stupid.
The snow crunched under his paws, and he panted as he ran. The wolf part of him was happy to be running. Too many full moons had been spent in the cellars or old cottages of the Italian Alps. A six-month honeymoon on the Continent... They should have never left Britain.
Running through the trees…through dark pines below the tree line of majestic mountains…he wondered if there were any others like him enjoying the cold, crisp air.
Ahead…on the needle covered ground…he stopped. His nose buried into her discarded cloak, inhaling the scent of her. It was intoxicating to smell her…and he knew that not far ahead, she was still running.
With a clipped howl, he took off again, bounding between the trees, glowing eyes flashing in the light filtering between the branches. He leapt over another article of clothing and stooped, paws sliding, to backtrack. It was her boots and stockings…
Odd, he thought…raising his wolfish head to taste and smell the wind. Picking up her scent again, he ran.
A bodice…gloves…skirts… He stopped just as the far edge of the trees, which led up a steep slide of snow and rocks going up the mountainside.
On a bolder just before him stood a shape, not a human form, but a wolf form.
His hackles rose and he growled. Another wolf…and no human wife to found.
The wolf was smaller than he, but growled back at him with as much anger. In those yellow eyes he could not see any human thought, only animal fury. And when they crashed together, claws scratching, jaws snapping, he wondered…
The dark brown wolf yelped as he threw it aside with his jaws, slamming into a tree dislodging pine needles that rained down upon the animal. Before the wolf could rise, he was upon it, jaws about the back of its neck, pinning it to the ground.
The smaller wolf seemed to cry in yelps and whimpers, but did not fight. He held it down, growling into its neck. If he applied more pressure, he could snap its neck…but he did not. Instead he sniffed at the smaller wolf, his animal brain sifting through the scent of blood and fur…to smell…gardenia.
He released the wolf and jumped back, sniffing.
The smaller wolf shifted, but lay on the ground, staring back at him, whining pitifully. The yellow eyes were not that of true wolf, the pupils rounded, and human. He studied it closer…the snout was like his…shorter than a true wolf’s and the tail…tufted. He sneezed in realization, his nose suddenly inundated with the scent of the small, female wolf.
She rose shakily and gave a soft growl. With a slow movement, she circled him, her black nose moving to smell him. He could tell that she did not know him, and when she came closer, he did not move, did not growl. He had taken Wolfsbane…she had not…why should she?
When her body rubbed against his, he howled softly before licking her face. He could smell her blood where he had bitten her neck, and licked there as well. He wanted to ask her when it had happened. Surely, he had been the one to bite her. Surely, it had to have been the last moon when they had stayed in a cottage near Bolzano. Surely, she would have said something…
She licked his face, and then barked at him.
There was little to be done now, he thought, and took off knowing she would follow.
“I would go with you, my husband, full moon or no,” she had said once.
His secret, after being bitten by Greyback during his Seventh Year, had been pressing in on him. Hermione Granger had not minded his secret…she had not minded him, and then she said ‘yes’ and married him. They would truly have a secret to share, now...
They ran through the snow and trees, along the mountain streams and boulders. They ran together under the moon, never having any reason to be apart any longer. Husband and wife would be outcasts…
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU.
Summary: #48 – Run. She would follow him anywhere.
Word Count: 1,017 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Mystery pairing…HG/??
Prompt 48 – Run
“Run!” he shouted, startling her to action. “Run, and don’t stop!”
Her curls flew as she turned, caramel tresses flying out behind her, her dark green traveling cloak like a flag upon the icy air. She ran…away from him as the moon began to rise. He could still smell her, her flowery perfume, her shampoo, her skin…her blood.
He turned back to stare at the rising full moon, too large for the wintry sky, casting silver light over the snow and the dark trees. He could feel the change already; the cracking of his bones to reshape would come after the boiling of his blood. After so many years, he knew he should be used to the change…but he wasn’t. Every full moon was painful, absolute agony…
He could still hear her in the trees, running.
When the change came in full force, he was knocked off his feet, screaming in a voice that he could never believe to be his own. His legs contorted, bones cracking, his spine curved unnaturally…as did his neck and arms. The fine suit he had worn was in tatters, and the boots discarded as his wolf legs kicked and thrashed.
He had taken his Wolfsbane, but he had not made it in time to see that she was safe. When the transformation was complete, he rolled off his back to stand on four legs. With his keen beast eyes, he could see the moon in a red shade…and then his paws, covered in silver fur.
A distant sound pricked his ears and he turned his head toward the trees…he could hear her running.
With a sharp nip of a bark, he took off, running through the trees, his nose honed to her scent…gardenia, it was.
Merlin, they had been so stupid, deciding to take a walk when they both knew the full moon would be out that night. The human part of him wanted to yell at her. They were not inside protected wards; they were near a Muggle village… Merlin, they were stupid.
The snow crunched under his paws, and he panted as he ran. The wolf part of him was happy to be running. Too many full moons had been spent in the cellars or old cottages of the Italian Alps. A six-month honeymoon on the Continent... They should have never left Britain.
Running through the trees…through dark pines below the tree line of majestic mountains…he wondered if there were any others like him enjoying the cold, crisp air.
Ahead…on the needle covered ground…he stopped. His nose buried into her discarded cloak, inhaling the scent of her. It was intoxicating to smell her…and he knew that not far ahead, she was still running.
With a clipped howl, he took off again, bounding between the trees, glowing eyes flashing in the light filtering between the branches. He leapt over another article of clothing and stooped, paws sliding, to backtrack. It was her boots and stockings…
Odd, he thought…raising his wolfish head to taste and smell the wind. Picking up her scent again, he ran.
A bodice…gloves…skirts… He stopped just as the far edge of the trees, which led up a steep slide of snow and rocks going up the mountainside.
On a bolder just before him stood a shape, not a human form, but a wolf form.
His hackles rose and he growled. Another wolf…and no human wife to found.
The wolf was smaller than he, but growled back at him with as much anger. In those yellow eyes he could not see any human thought, only animal fury. And when they crashed together, claws scratching, jaws snapping, he wondered…
The dark brown wolf yelped as he threw it aside with his jaws, slamming into a tree dislodging pine needles that rained down upon the animal. Before the wolf could rise, he was upon it, jaws about the back of its neck, pinning it to the ground.
The smaller wolf seemed to cry in yelps and whimpers, but did not fight. He held it down, growling into its neck. If he applied more pressure, he could snap its neck…but he did not. Instead he sniffed at the smaller wolf, his animal brain sifting through the scent of blood and fur…to smell…gardenia.
He released the wolf and jumped back, sniffing.
The smaller wolf shifted, but lay on the ground, staring back at him, whining pitifully. The yellow eyes were not that of true wolf, the pupils rounded, and human. He studied it closer…the snout was like his…shorter than a true wolf’s and the tail…tufted. He sneezed in realization, his nose suddenly inundated with the scent of the small, female wolf.
She rose shakily and gave a soft growl. With a slow movement, she circled him, her black nose moving to smell him. He could tell that she did not know him, and when she came closer, he did not move, did not growl. He had taken Wolfsbane…she had not…why should she?
When her body rubbed against his, he howled softly before licking her face. He could smell her blood where he had bitten her neck, and licked there as well. He wanted to ask her when it had happened. Surely, he had been the one to bite her. Surely, it had to have been the last moon when they had stayed in a cottage near Bolzano. Surely, she would have said something…
She licked his face, and then barked at him.
There was little to be done now, he thought, and took off knowing she would follow.
“I would go with you, my husband, full moon or no,” she had said once.
His secret, after being bitten by Greyback during his Seventh Year, had been pressing in on him. Hermione Granger had not minded his secret…she had not minded him, and then she said ‘yes’ and married him. They would truly have a secret to share, now...
They ran through the snow and trees, along the mountain streams and boulders. They ran together under the moon, never having any reason to be apart any longer. Husband and wife would be outcasts…