Fear The Dark
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
7,480
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Fear The Dark
Fear The Dark
The wards around the Burrow are so thick and heavy that she feels it is a struggle to breathe. The weather is hot and humid and only makes it all worse. They all say she is safe inside the house, and that the wards, spell, and old incantations should not affect her; but they do. They go in through her lungs and burn her from the inside out as if she is breathing in some kind of toxic gas.
Ginny Weasley realizes that she hates the heat. She never used too, even in Egypt she loved the way the sun made her freckles more visible and gave her a sense of life. But it all change at Hogwarts. Now she longs for the cold; the feeling of ice coursing through her veins is one she misses sorely.
Her parents are gone most of the time, as is the rest of her family. Her brothers stop by some times for a quick home cooked meal, but they always leave before dark. The dark is dangerous and scares even them.
It does not scare her, she misses it dearly. Even with closed eyes she can still see the artificial light of the candles, and wants the only light she sees to be that of the moon and the stars.
It is on one particularly hot night, that she completely disregards what her mother has told her since she was a child. She stresses it now especially, even when Ginny is almost an adult.
“Do not go out after dark. Stay inside, no matter what.” Her mother tells her before she leaves. Her mother hugs her, and Ginny automatically hugs back. She has almost become a robot; even though she thinks her mother is too warm she holds her anyways. They think all bad thoughts have left her, and she isn’t ready to let her duplicity show quite yet.
The moon is not quite full, nor is it high in the sky. Ginny pulls off her day clothes, and slowly slips into her nightgown. When she thinks back on that night, she realizes she chose the translucent one for more reasons than just the heat. The takes her long hair out of its braids, and shakes her head slightly, enjoying the feeling of her hair brushing her lower back.
The night is cloudier than usual, and Ginny thinks it is going to rain. She walks slowly out the front door, and off the porch as the clouds temporarily uncover the moon. She does not quicken her pace as she walks through the tall grass. Her fingers skim the top of the grass, and for a short moment she as if she is a Greek Goddess, and is denying the people’s passage into Elysium. She laughs to herself, and does not notice the strange movement between the tall blades of grass and wheat behind her.
She is suddenly more aware of herself; the way the gown sticks to her sweaty skin; the way her eyelashes are sticking together; and the way she stands so open in an empty field. As she stands in the field alone, and feels almost disappointed that no one has come to her. But she does not remain so for long.
Something strong and heavy have jumped on top of her back and sent her flying to the soft earth, with the grass cushioning her fall. As quickly as she can she rolls over to see who has thrown her in such a violent fashion.
She gasps as she sees a furry, scary, almost horrible face right in front of hers. She is not sure who it is, but as the thick clouds cover the moon again, the person is revealed. She knows him from pictures, he is the reason she is meant to fear the full moons, and not go out side after dark. His smile is more than malicious, and she is weak beneath his strong grasp.
Despite his transformation, his nails are still long and bite into her skin. She looks into his yellow-coloured eyes, and the cold she has so yearned for returns. He grabs her face in one of his strong, brutish, paw-like hands, and turns her head to the side. His voice is still harsh and even colder than the ice that is now pumping through her blood.
“I am going to tear you apart,” he says slowly, before licking his way from her ear to her neck.
She does not struggle when he removes his hands; instead she sighs, as his claws rip the most expensive nightgown she owns.
That night, he really did tear her apart.
* * *
It has finally begun to rain, and the air inside the Burrow is finally cold enough for Ginny to bear. Even though she is comfortable wearing only her skin, she puts on her long sleeved shirt and pants for more than one reason.
She is instantly pleased with her outfit decision as she sees Hermione sitting at the kitchen table. She is nursing a cup of hot coffee, and smiles at Ginny as she comments on the horrible weather.
“I think the weather is quite nice actually,” Ginny says, getting her a glass of cold water. She leans against the counter and listens to Hermione’s small talk, being the Ginny they are sure to believe before anything else.
“I have only been talking about me, me, me. Do tell me Ginny, what have you been up to lately?” she says. Ginny walks over to Hermione and sits across from her, a devilish smirk on her face.
“Well, last night for instance, I got eaten out by a werewolf,” She says flippantly, leaning in closer to the other girl. Hermione blinks once, twice, and then let’s out a loud laugh.
Ginny can’t help but look forward to when the sun goes down.
La Fin
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The wards around the Burrow are so thick and heavy that she feels it is a struggle to breathe. The weather is hot and humid and only makes it all worse. They all say she is safe inside the house, and that the wards, spell, and old incantations should not affect her; but they do. They go in through her lungs and burn her from the inside out as if she is breathing in some kind of toxic gas.
Ginny Weasley realizes that she hates the heat. She never used too, even in Egypt she loved the way the sun made her freckles more visible and gave her a sense of life. But it all change at Hogwarts. Now she longs for the cold; the feeling of ice coursing through her veins is one she misses sorely.
Her parents are gone most of the time, as is the rest of her family. Her brothers stop by some times for a quick home cooked meal, but they always leave before dark. The dark is dangerous and scares even them.
It does not scare her, she misses it dearly. Even with closed eyes she can still see the artificial light of the candles, and wants the only light she sees to be that of the moon and the stars.
It is on one particularly hot night, that she completely disregards what her mother has told her since she was a child. She stresses it now especially, even when Ginny is almost an adult.
“Do not go out after dark. Stay inside, no matter what.” Her mother tells her before she leaves. Her mother hugs her, and Ginny automatically hugs back. She has almost become a robot; even though she thinks her mother is too warm she holds her anyways. They think all bad thoughts have left her, and she isn’t ready to let her duplicity show quite yet.
The moon is not quite full, nor is it high in the sky. Ginny pulls off her day clothes, and slowly slips into her nightgown. When she thinks back on that night, she realizes she chose the translucent one for more reasons than just the heat. The takes her long hair out of its braids, and shakes her head slightly, enjoying the feeling of her hair brushing her lower back.
The night is cloudier than usual, and Ginny thinks it is going to rain. She walks slowly out the front door, and off the porch as the clouds temporarily uncover the moon. She does not quicken her pace as she walks through the tall grass. Her fingers skim the top of the grass, and for a short moment she as if she is a Greek Goddess, and is denying the people’s passage into Elysium. She laughs to herself, and does not notice the strange movement between the tall blades of grass and wheat behind her.
She is suddenly more aware of herself; the way the gown sticks to her sweaty skin; the way her eyelashes are sticking together; and the way she stands so open in an empty field. As she stands in the field alone, and feels almost disappointed that no one has come to her. But she does not remain so for long.
Something strong and heavy have jumped on top of her back and sent her flying to the soft earth, with the grass cushioning her fall. As quickly as she can she rolls over to see who has thrown her in such a violent fashion.
She gasps as she sees a furry, scary, almost horrible face right in front of hers. She is not sure who it is, but as the thick clouds cover the moon again, the person is revealed. She knows him from pictures, he is the reason she is meant to fear the full moons, and not go out side after dark. His smile is more than malicious, and she is weak beneath his strong grasp.
Despite his transformation, his nails are still long and bite into her skin. She looks into his yellow-coloured eyes, and the cold she has so yearned for returns. He grabs her face in one of his strong, brutish, paw-like hands, and turns her head to the side. His voice is still harsh and even colder than the ice that is now pumping through her blood.
“I am going to tear you apart,” he says slowly, before licking his way from her ear to her neck.
She does not struggle when he removes his hands; instead she sighs, as his claws rip the most expensive nightgown she owns.
That night, he really did tear her apart.
* * *
It has finally begun to rain, and the air inside the Burrow is finally cold enough for Ginny to bear. Even though she is comfortable wearing only her skin, she puts on her long sleeved shirt and pants for more than one reason.
She is instantly pleased with her outfit decision as she sees Hermione sitting at the kitchen table. She is nursing a cup of hot coffee, and smiles at Ginny as she comments on the horrible weather.
“I think the weather is quite nice actually,” Ginny says, getting her a glass of cold water. She leans against the counter and listens to Hermione’s small talk, being the Ginny they are sure to believe before anything else.
“I have only been talking about me, me, me. Do tell me Ginny, what have you been up to lately?” she says. Ginny walks over to Hermione and sits across from her, a devilish smirk on her face.
“Well, last night for instance, I got eaten out by a werewolf,” She says flippantly, leaning in closer to the other girl. Hermione blinks once, twice, and then let’s out a loud laugh.
Ginny can’t help but look forward to when the sun goes down.
La Fin
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