Ginny's One Shots

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Here is where I'll be posting my one-shots or contest entries, so I hope you guys enjoy, and don't worry about my first one shot thread, those aren't edited and I'm embarrassed to show them, . Anyway, this first entry is from the ver first FAD contest, and I made it into the actual second round. I have edited it with the wonderful critiques I got from everyone there, but it is still as enjoyable, I hope. The first contest was for Missing Moments and I did one with Greyback's pov, but durring Remus Lupin's travels with the werewolves, .

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The innocence had never seemed to look so soft or vulnerable before. He sat back behind the bushes watching the child as if it had no care in the world. It’s mother was inside the house cooking it’s dinner, and his stomach rumbled with great triumph as he watched it bounce a ball along the patio. The moon was almost set and his weeklong camping trip was finally about to become a success. He steadily licked his lips, knowing what was about to become of him.

Pain would soon overcome his body and he would not care. He would not care just as so long as the child stayed right where it was. As it rose, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise and he knew that the time had come.

The painful transformation had overcome him at last. Soon he would become the hideous beast whose curse had been bestowed upon him when he was the age of the child.

At last, when the transformation was complete, and the full moon had risen to it’s highest extent, his eyes opened and there was only one thought on his mind.

Blood

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There was a mock silence when he returned. His hunt had proven a success, but once the beast had been released from him there was no stopping him from sparing the mother once she had come to save her child. "He had mangled the bodies until midnight, the appointed time for him to leave. He ran back to the ruddy block of dirt that had blocked the passageway into the underground.

As he arrived he stopped and fell to the floor. It was time for him to transform back into a human. His hunt was over until the next full moon was ready to rise. As his body fell back into its original size and everything had grown back into his body, the heavily matted boulder of dirt and other surroundings from the woods had been moved out of the way before him. His body was trembling and he could feel the absence of his clothes, his eyes had been clamped shut. Two or three other men that were strong enough to lift him had lifted him and they then carried him to the underground.

This is how it was after every transformation. The werewolves had been weak, tired, sore, and most of the time, badly injured, once they had come back from a night of the full moon no matter how long in their lives they had been transforming. In fact, it almost seemed that after each transformation the pain was multiplied because of their old age. He was placed into a familiar cot and was finally able to open his eyes. There were two men and one woman standing in front of him and his cheeks boiled red with anger.

“What are you three doing here? I could have made it myself,” he said and he jumped off of the cot and onto his feet, despite his weakness. The woman blushed slightly and threw a blanket at him. He had forgotten about his nudity and wrapped the blanket around his waist.

“Come now, Greyback, you honestly didn’t expect us to leave you out there did you? People will be looking for you after what you have done.” It was one of the men who had spoke. He had fair brown hair that was already starting to grey at his young age. Unlike Greyback, these werewolves had been able to dress. They must have reached the cave before him. He glared at his partner and growled.

“Did you think of erasing any of my tracks, Lupin? They’ll find us if you haven’t. We’ll have to move again.” He was angry, and it didn’t help that Remus Lupin was with him at this moment. Greyback didn’t like him, he realized there must have been something familiar about him and he smelled like a traitor, but he was one of the best werewolves for the job.

Lupin nodded his head and indicated to his wand. He was also one of the very few werewolves that knew how to use magic. All the more reason why he hated him, Greyback had never had the chance to go to school. The other man had just finished shutting the boulder of dirt and nodded at Lupin in such a way that he knew they would have to move yet again.

“Fenrir,” it was the woman, Virginia that had spoken. “Fenrir, we can’t just keep moving because of your monthly ventures.”

“You must not have hurt them too badly if no one is trying to find you, Fenrir,” said the other man. Greyback waved him off.

“I don’t think the father was there, he never came out. It will be a while before anyone discovers they haven’t come out of their house. We’re safe for now,” he said and he sat back down on the cot. He was weak. He must have really done it in for the mother and child. Lupin eyed him and his upper lip twitched as he growled once again. “Do you have a problem with that, Lupin?”

The other man didn’t even seem startled by his comment. “I thought we were in this for a mission, Greyback, not for your pleasures.” Lupin was sternly looking at him but never once had he faltered. They had been on this mission for a few months and each time it was because they had been chased out of the town. The four of them had left the rest of the werewolves in their original hiding spot in order to find more and any werewolves that could join their forces with Voldemort. So far, their journey hadn’t been going so well.

“Listen here, Lupin. I am in command of this group and we’ll leave whatever place we are at when I say so. Do you understand me?” Greyback clenched his fists and he was standing again, but this time he was ready for a fight. He could overcome Lupin easily; the child and his mother hadn’t taken that much energy from him.

“Fenrir, stop!” Virginia shouted, and the other, much larger man, had stepped in front of him.

“Get out of my way, Richard, or I’ll go through the both of you!”

Richard did not move but he understood that he shouldn’t try to stop him; he was after all, the strongest werewolf of all. “I understand you want to fight him, Fenrir, but not now, I hear something.” His voice was low and he was very relaxed. He wasn’t necessarily one of the best choices to bring along, but he was the scariest looking guy in the whole bunch.

Virginia was standing next to Lupin, and he knew that she was going to side with him. She was the perfect type for a sort of bate. She was beautiful and could lure in many werewolves with her persuasive voice. It was important to gain a larger army of werewolves; there were only a few of them as it was. Greyback pushed past Richard and punched Lupin right in the stomach. He fell to the ground and Virginia leaned down to help him up as Richard pulled Greyback off.

“Get a grip, Fenrir! I hear something!” Richard said, throwing Greyback back onto the cot. Normally, he would not allow anyone to touch him in that manner, nor treat him as such, but he knew that it was important to be quiet now. They were being hunted. “Quickly, tear everything down and run. We don’t want them to realize that we had been camping here, or they’ll think we’ve only gone off hunting again.”

Lupin nodded and with a few swirls in the air, the camping supplies had looked as if werewolves had torn it down. It would look like after his violent stroll with the child and his mother, he had found a group of campers.

“We must go now, Greyback. Where do we go now?” Lupin added as he opened the boulder of dirt and left it out of the way. Thinking quickly a grin suppressed among Greyback’s lips; he knew of the perfect place, and it was bound to be full of children.

“We move to Little Hangleton. Tonight!” With his final words, they ran swiftly in the night and were never found by the mob of people. Soon, Voldemort’s army would be stronger than ever.

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“Wait. All except…except for the Mudblood.”

The voice was speaking in a low, scaring calm. Hermione was terrified at how much joy and fear Bellatrix had taken to the thought of torture, or perhaps death. Her eyes were glued on the wicked witch for what seemed like such short moments until Ron had protested against her. Hermione dared to take a quick glance at him and caught a glimpse of Bellatrix Lestrange slapping her best friend. The sound echoed the room and Hermione tore her eyes away from the ginger haired boy and allowed tears to form in her eyes.

Bellatrix then looked at the man who had brought Hermione and her friends up to the Malfoy’s Manor. She did not know whom she feared most, Greyback or Bellatrix, but both were very wild and vicious. She listened to the heartless woman as she barked orders at him and finally what she had feared happened. Bellatrix unbound the rope on Hermione’s wrists, yanked her by the hair, and then suddenly Hermione was against Bellatrix’s body. Greyback took Harry and Ron and with shuffling feet she knew they were gone.

“Now, what to do with you? Such a filthy little Mudblood.” Bellatrix pointed her wand at Hermione and with a flash of light she was screaming with all her might. She had never felt the wrath of the Cruciatus Curse, and now she was sure she would die from the pain.

“Bella,” a voice interrupted the connection and Hermione was finally free of the curse. She dared to open her eyes and saw Draco Malfoy’s mother next to her sister, Bellatrix. “We need her to talk. Do not torture her unless it is for information, or the Dark Lord will not be forgiving.”

There was a moment’s silence and Bellatrix glared at her sister, but again she turned and pointed her wand at Hermione. “You will answer my every question or I’ll torture you slowly before I kill you,” she said menacingly. Hermione made no recognition that she had had heard her, the pain was just starting to recede and Hermione’s ears were ringing with the echoes of her screams. The tip of Bellatrix’s wand lit once again with the already too familiar curse Hermione wished she had never encountered. Screams were echoing the massive room, but they weren’t only Hermione’s.

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, MUDBLOOD?” she shouted but Hermione couldn’t respond because of the pain. Her arms were twitching up close to her to her body, twitching violently. She had always feared something would happen to her eyes and now they were rolling painfully inside her head. Soon, her arms fell limply to the floor and she felt tears streaming down her face.

“Now, tell me where you found the sword.”

The voice seemed so demanding, and it seemed as if she were taking pleasure of it all. Hermione made for an answer but she couldn’t find her voice.

“I’m going to ask you again! Where did you find this sword? Where?” Bellatrix’s wand rose again but Hermione knew she couldn’t handle the pain anymore.

“We found it,” she realized she was running out of steam and she could hardly breath. “We found it. PLEASE!” Her last words were again finished with screams once the Cruciatus Curse hit her again.

“You’re lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my fault at Gringots! Tell the truth, tell the truth!” but she never gave Hermione the chance to answer. Her eyes were clamped shut and she couldn’t see anything, and even if she had opened her eyes tears would have blinded her. Never did the pain recede, and she was almost positive blood had started to gently trickle down from her nose. Bellatrix said something once more, but it came out in muffles. Hermione’s ears were ringing so loudly she had nearly deafened herself by her own screams.

She was longing for someone to step up to Bellatrix and stop her again. She didn’t care who it was, as long as the awful woman would stop hurting her. She feared of what Voldemort might do to her once he arrived, but she savored the thought of being free of Bellatrix’s curse for those few minutes once he stopped her.

Again the pain seared through Hermione’s body but she heard the last of Bellatrix’s words. “ANSWER ME!”

The only thing Hermione noticed was that this time the pain never stopped.

Again Bellatrix asked about the sword, and Hermione told her about it being a copy, but according to her violent-like seizer, it was apparent that Bellatrix didn’t believe her.

“Draco, fetch the Goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real or not!” Hermione noticed that it was a man’s voice that had spoke, and she recognized it but she couldn’t place whom it belonged to. The curse was stopped at last and Hermione was left limp on the ground and sitting in her tears. She listened as Draco scuffed to the cellar and yelled at everyone below.

There was an extra presence in the room, she could tell, because there was a loud thunk next to her own body. The extra guest stood and straightened its clothes by patting at them as if to wipe away all dust on him. She tried to lean up herself, it was much harder than she thought, but someone had caught up to her too quickly and then preformed the awful spell on her again. She fell to the floor but this time it had all ended once she landed. She thought it was finally over, but again she was hit. The previous curser had not been Bellatrix.

“What was that?”

It was the male voice again. Hermione forced her eyes to open, and although everything she saw were blurry blobs of wet, she saw a shining blob of silver or something similar. Lucius Malfoy. “Did you hear that? What was that noise in the cellar? Draco, no! Wormtail! Make him check!”

Hermione shivered at the thought of being in the presence of Peter Pettigrew once again. The last time she had seen him was when he was cowering for his life at Harry’s feet. He was the true murderer of Harry’s parents and all those other people. Sirius had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, though if Peter hadn’t escaped that day he sure as well would have been dead. Sirius was, after all, going after him to kill him.

She heard whispers going on at the other end of the room. Everyone had forgotten about her and she took that exact moment to try and relax. Her breathing was finally starting to settle and the tears on her face were drying, though a few fresh ones would overlap the old ones but not quiet in such a flooding fashion. Finally, braving to open her eyes, she sat up and saw that it was the Goblin that had been brought up. She made no noise and saw that everyone else had been huddled in the far side of the room, talking about the sword no less.

Narcissa was looking back to a door behind her and Hermione noticed that everyone else had started to look as well. What could possibly be taking so long?” said Narcissa.

There were many load noises going on from the floor below and Hermione was curious as to what was going on. Leaning up to a nearly straight sitting position, she tried to look past the group, but the Goblin had grabbed her attention first. She knew his purpose up here, and that was to identify the sword.

“You need to tell them it’s a fake,” she whispered but the Goblin looked at her strangely. Her small and weak voice had apparently been loud enough for everyone to hear because everyone turned back to her and she realized she had made a mistake. Bellatrix ran up to her and grabbed her by the hair.

“What did you tell him? TELL ME!” Hermione was kicked viciously in the side and she fell to the ground, letting a loud scream pass her lips. It hadn’t hurt quiet as badly as the Cruciatus Curse, but it hurt her weakening bones that seemed to be bruised in every inch of her body accepted the pain just the same and then everything had gone black. She couldn’t see anything and knew that in some way, she must be unconscious, but she had still been able to hear.

“Well?" Bellatrix was asking about the sword now. She had been holding it this whole time and her attention never seemed to leave it. The small Goblin took a moment before answering the long awaited question of Bellatrix’s before Hermione had finally been able to completely relax.

“No. It is a fake.” The Goblin replied. Hermione tried to take a deep breath but it hurt too much. Her head was spinning and she knew she couldn’t take any more chances at trying to relax again.

“Are you sure?” Bellatrix seemed anxious and it seemed that she had been slightly frightened by the unexpected answer. “Quite sure?”

“Yes,” was the Goblin’s simple reply.

“Good.” There was a small whistling sound and Hermione was sure that Bellatrix had been using her wand once again. As if to be immediately answered, the Goblin fell the ground with a tiny shout of it’s own and landed next to her. “And now, we call the Dark Lord!”

Hermione was frightened and she knew that Bellatrix had won. All Voldemort had wanted was Harry and now she had captured all three of them, though Voldemort had now use for neither her nor Ron. Though she still couldn’t see anything around her and her breathing was less than steady, she knew that Bellatrix had used her Dark Mark.

“And I think we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her.” Bellatrix said it so casually that Hermione was now fully aware of how dangerous the woman was. She panicked, and her head seemed to spin so quickly that she felt as if she would die from the pressure.

Her thoughts were interrupted from a loud, terrified scream. It had nearly sounded more terrified than her own thoughts. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” It was Ron! “Expelliarums!” he thundered and there was yet another whistling sound of a wand, but only this time it had lasted much longer and then ended suddenly with a faint landing. She had no idea who had just been disarmed nor where their wand had landed, but she had hoped it was Bellatrix’s. Hermione was startled at the thought of not being able to see what was going on around her.

There was another curse of, “Stupefy!” and there was another loud thud on the ground but this time it was someone much bigger than the Goblin. There were curses being shouted from all over the room, and many sounds of breaking ornaments and shattered vases had echoed in Hermione’s ears. She was defenseless. Wanting to get up, Hermione tried with all her might to focus on the things around her. Things were gradually growing from black to a fuzzy white, though infamous blobs were starting to form. Trying to gather her strength back, she lifted her body slightly to the ground before landing back painfully on the ground. The next time she had tried she thought she had succeeded when her body was raised from the ground, but she then realized that she was being lifted from someone else.

“STOP OR SHE DIES!” A small knife was placed to Hermione’s small throat and she wanted to run away, or even defend herself by hitting the other woman, but she seemed unable to move in Bellatrix’s grasp. “Drop your wands. Drop them, or we’ll see exactly how filthy her blood is!” Bellatrix said. Hermione’s bones seemed to be shaking but she couldn’t control anything she had done anymore. There was only questioning of how exactly she was even still living at all and rather if her life would last much longer.

“I said, drop them!” With those last few words Hermione felt something hot barely oozing from her throat. She was afraid of her own thoughts, but she had to remain calm. She couldn’t think of the blood that may be trickling down her throat.

"All right!” It sounded like Harry and he was angry now. Hermione wanted to call out to him to run, that Voldemort would be coming soon, but even her voice seemed broken.

“Good!” said Bellatrix, and Hermione half hoped it would be her that would be getting their wands, but she had expected too much. “Draco, pick them up! The Dark Lord is coming, Harry Potter! Your death approaches! Now, Cissy, I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again, while Greyback takes care of Miss Mudblood. I am sure the Dark Lord will not begrudge you the girl, Greyback, after what you have done tonight.”

The thoughts running through Hermione’s mind raced as she imagined what Greyback may do to her, but she didn’t care nearly as much about herself as what might happen to Ron and Harry once Voldemort had arrived. They were all doomed! Before Greyback had ever approached Bellatrix or Hermione, however, there was a terrible sound from above and she felt Bellatrix’s grasp upon her loosen and her body fell with a great thump on top of the little Goblin. It was Bellatrix’s turn to scream, and Hermione was glad that she had finally realized what terrible pain had felt like, but she was never able to glorify the moment of glory once there was a shattering sound around her and the weight of a gigantic chandelier on the top of her.

At last, Hermione wasn’t able to hear, see, or feel anything at all. It seemed as if all of life had ended in the matter of seconds.