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GWL Arc
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tsukinofaerii
Rating: SNIP
Alternate Timeline/Generic
Warnings: Violence, profane, female/female
Spoilers: No spoilers
Series: Harry Potter
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Summary: In little known Gryffindor tradition, Ronnie plays a terrible joke. Dracaena might be the one who has to pay for it. Complete short story.
This story is a work of transformative fiction, such being defined as a work which incorporates characters and situations which have been created by other authors/artists. No infringement of copyright is intended and no profit is being made from the creation or dissemination of this work. Harry Potter was created and is owned by J.K. Rowling. It is used with respect and admiration for the work.
***
"Damn it Harri, hold up!" Ronnie crashed through the woods after her, using cutting hex after cutting hex to clear the way. While the youngest Prewett girl crashed through the brush, Harri didn’t have a problem sliding between trees like they weren't even there. She was a black blur in the distance, getting farther away from Ronnie with every step.
"No!" Harri's voice carried back easily.
"I said I'm sorry!" The redhead stumbled as a tree limb caught her cloak. "Dracaena will be fine!" She tugged the cloak free and resumed the chase. "It was just a joke!"
"A joke?" The slim figure in the distance finally stopped. Her wand shot red sparks where it was clenched in her fist. Ronnie hopped a root and almost tumbled to a stop at her feet.
Harri's teeth were clenched, and her glasses askew on her nose. Leaf debris clung to her hair and robes, but she didn't seem to notice. "Sending her into the woods was a joke? Why didn't you just kill her out-right and be honest about it!" The setting sun shined through the leaves, lighting her with a reddish amber glow. It was almost gone, setting the forest into ever-darkening shades of gold.
"I wasn't trying to kill anyone!"
"Could have fooled me!" The seventh-year brunette whirled and continued her stalk through the Forbidden Forest. "Dracaena! Can you hear me?"
"She's probably already at the castle," Ronnie whined, stumbling after. "She's a coward. No way she'd risk a full moon in the Forbidden Forest."
"Shut up, Veronica! You don't know anything!" Harri slashed through the underbrush. "She think's I'm out here on a wild-goose chase for Dumbeldore—of course she'd risk it!"
"She's a Slytherin. None of that lot'd risk their own hides for anything. I know you think she loves you, but—"
"I know she does!" The Girl-Who-Lived yelled. "Just because you can't..." Foot raised to step over a puddle, Harri froze, head cocked as though listening to something. "Hear that?"
"Hear what?" Ronnie brushed dirt from her legs, scowling. "I'm telling you—"
"She's here!" In a flurry of robes and dead underbrush, Harri took off into the woods. A heartbeat later, Ronnie followed her, cursing Black with everything she had.
Off in the west, the sun finished.
***
Dracaena wedged herself in a tree, clutching her leg and trying desperately to balance on the limb. Blood seeped from a tear in her calf ragged enough that it was bound to leave a scar. A thousand thoughts flitted through her mind, most of them centered on how many ways she planned on killing Veronica Bilioa Prewett. It wasn't much, but it kept her mind off the pain and imminent doom.
Below a half-transformed werewolf prowled with the easy knowledge that it had all night to get at her. It snapped at her dangling heels, coming far too close for comfort. "HARRI! SEVERINE! Hell, MOTHER!" she screamed, voice hoarse with terror and fury. The Prewett twit had told her Harri was wandering around the Forest looking for some kind of dark artifact. She should have known better. "I'm going to make you EAT YOUR OWN INTESTINES, VERONICA PREWETT! DO YOU HEAR ME?" She hiked her legs under her, blood seeping between her fingers. "I'm going to come back as a ghost and SHAG HARRI IN YOUR BED EVERY BLOODY NIGHT!"
The werewolf didn't seem impressed, gray-furred humanoid face grinning. It had far too many teeth.
"Merlin, someone HELP!" The heiress to the Most Ancient and Honorable House of Black tried to get her feet under her, but her bad leg buckled and screamed red pain. Hoping quietly that she hadn't torn a hamstring, Dracaena pressed back against the trunk for balance. Her palms were rough, nails broken and bleeding from her panicked climb, but she clung with all her might.
The wolf stretched upwards, becoming less human with every heartbeat. Its back paws rested on her wand, front paws reaching up until it was almost half-way up the tree she'd climbed. Claws appeared on its hand-like paws, digging into the wood like knives. Tongue hanging out in panting breaths, it started to climb the tree.
"Oh Merlin, please no," Dracaena panted, pushing away from the trunk. Blood smeared little trails along her branch, following her motion. "Please oh please let me get out of this. I'll never steal someone else's package again, I swear I—"
"Stupefy!"
The werewolf yelped and dropped to the ground, briefly annoyed by the shot of red light. Another round of curses flew, and the beast trotted off to find an easier meal.
"Dracaena?"
"Harri!" The blonde girl leaned down, aching hands clutching the limb. Scapes in places only she and Harri were aware of made themselves known, but they were nothing to the raw fire in her calf. "Is that you?"
"Yeah." Her savior appeared from the underbrush, wand still glowing red with a ready curse. "Is it gone?" Harri looked around warily, features colored devilishly by the light of the curse.
"I think so," Dracaena called down. "My wand's down there somewhere. Can you find it for me while I climb down?"
"I told you she'd be fine," a hated voice announced, crashing up from behind Harri. Prewett glared upward at her, as though it was all her fault. Her face was lit up by a light charm, casting ghastly shadows and tinting her hair orange.
"Fine?" Rage almost made Dracaena forget the wound on her leg. She inched her way down the tree, using ancient knotholes for support, bad leg crooked so she wouldn't try to accidentally use it. "I get treed by a werewolf and you say I'm fine? I should get you thrown in Azkaban for attempted murder!"
"Werewolf?"
"Yes. A werewolf." Harri's tone could have frozen phoenix fire. "Get back to school and tell Doctor Pomphrey we're on our way."
"But—"
"NOW."
The redhead looked stricken, but Harri didn't seem to notice. She was too busy helping Dracaena down from the final branch. Ronnie growled and stormed back the way they'd come.
Harri held Dracaena by the waist as she slipped the final few inches to the ground. A whisper, and her wand light switched from sullen red to the clear brilliance of sunlight. "I'm sorry." She held out Dracaena's fallen wand. "If I'd known she'd do that..."
"You'd still be friends with her." The Slytherin clung to her girlfriend, balancing on one leg. "Can we get started back now? It's going to take me a while to walk with one leg, and that thing might come back for more."
"With one..." Harri's eyes widened behind her spectacles. She moved to support Dracaena more, arm tightening around her waist. "Did it..?" Her eyes were riveted on the blonde's legs, something Dracaena might have found flattering under better circumstances. "That... Oh God, did it bite you?"
Dracaena froze in the act of wiping dirt from her blouse, eyes frozen unblinking. She'd been searching for Harri, trying to beat sundown because what idiot wanted to be in the Forbidden Forest on a full moon? There'd been a snarl, and something had shoved her from the side. It tossed her to the ground, where she'd gotten tangled in all sorts of things. She'd closed her eyes to protect them from the twigs and dirt, and then pain had errupted in her leg. She'd kicked free of the underbrush and wolf, cursed the thing and managed to get up the tree somehow...
Shaken, she met Harri's green eyes. "I don't know." To Dracaena's shame, her voice shook. "Harri, I don't know."
Owari.
GWL Arc
By
tsukinofaeriiRating: SNIP
Alternate Timeline/Generic
Warnings: Violence, profane, female/female
Spoilers: No spoilers
Series: Harry Potter
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Summary: In little known Gryffindor tradition, Ronnie plays a terrible joke. Dracaena might be the one who has to pay for it. Complete short story.
This story is a work of transformative fiction, such being defined as a work which incorporates characters and situations which have been created by other authors/artists. No infringement of copyright is intended and no profit is being made from the creation or dissemination of this work. Harry Potter was created and is owned by J.K. Rowling. It is used with respect and admiration for the work.
***
"Damn it Harri, hold up!" Ronnie crashed through the woods after her, using cutting hex after cutting hex to clear the way. While the youngest Prewett girl crashed through the brush, Harri didn’t have a problem sliding between trees like they weren't even there. She was a black blur in the distance, getting farther away from Ronnie with every step.
"No!" Harri's voice carried back easily.
"I said I'm sorry!" The redhead stumbled as a tree limb caught her cloak. "Dracaena will be fine!" She tugged the cloak free and resumed the chase. "It was just a joke!"
"A joke?" The slim figure in the distance finally stopped. Her wand shot red sparks where it was clenched in her fist. Ronnie hopped a root and almost tumbled to a stop at her feet.
Harri's teeth were clenched, and her glasses askew on her nose. Leaf debris clung to her hair and robes, but she didn't seem to notice. "Sending her into the woods was a joke? Why didn't you just kill her out-right and be honest about it!" The setting sun shined through the leaves, lighting her with a reddish amber glow. It was almost gone, setting the forest into ever-darkening shades of gold.
"I wasn't trying to kill anyone!"
"Could have fooled me!" The seventh-year brunette whirled and continued her stalk through the Forbidden Forest. "Dracaena! Can you hear me?"
"She's probably already at the castle," Ronnie whined, stumbling after. "She's a coward. No way she'd risk a full moon in the Forbidden Forest."
"Shut up, Veronica! You don't know anything!" Harri slashed through the underbrush. "She think's I'm out here on a wild-goose chase for Dumbeldore—of course she'd risk it!"
"She's a Slytherin. None of that lot'd risk their own hides for anything. I know you think she loves you, but—"
"I know she does!" The Girl-Who-Lived yelled. "Just because you can't..." Foot raised to step over a puddle, Harri froze, head cocked as though listening to something. "Hear that?"
"Hear what?" Ronnie brushed dirt from her legs, scowling. "I'm telling you—"
"She's here!" In a flurry of robes and dead underbrush, Harri took off into the woods. A heartbeat later, Ronnie followed her, cursing Black with everything she had.
Off in the west, the sun finished.
***
Dracaena wedged herself in a tree, clutching her leg and trying desperately to balance on the limb. Blood seeped from a tear in her calf ragged enough that it was bound to leave a scar. A thousand thoughts flitted through her mind, most of them centered on how many ways she planned on killing Veronica Bilioa Prewett. It wasn't much, but it kept her mind off the pain and imminent doom.
Below a half-transformed werewolf prowled with the easy knowledge that it had all night to get at her. It snapped at her dangling heels, coming far too close for comfort. "HARRI! SEVERINE! Hell, MOTHER!" she screamed, voice hoarse with terror and fury. The Prewett twit had told her Harri was wandering around the Forest looking for some kind of dark artifact. She should have known better. "I'm going to make you EAT YOUR OWN INTESTINES, VERONICA PREWETT! DO YOU HEAR ME?" She hiked her legs under her, blood seeping between her fingers. "I'm going to come back as a ghost and SHAG HARRI IN YOUR BED EVERY BLOODY NIGHT!"
The werewolf didn't seem impressed, gray-furred humanoid face grinning. It had far too many teeth.
"Merlin, someone HELP!" The heiress to the Most Ancient and Honorable House of Black tried to get her feet under her, but her bad leg buckled and screamed red pain. Hoping quietly that she hadn't torn a hamstring, Dracaena pressed back against the trunk for balance. Her palms were rough, nails broken and bleeding from her panicked climb, but she clung with all her might.
The wolf stretched upwards, becoming less human with every heartbeat. Its back paws rested on her wand, front paws reaching up until it was almost half-way up the tree she'd climbed. Claws appeared on its hand-like paws, digging into the wood like knives. Tongue hanging out in panting breaths, it started to climb the tree.
"Oh Merlin, please no," Dracaena panted, pushing away from the trunk. Blood smeared little trails along her branch, following her motion. "Please oh please let me get out of this. I'll never steal someone else's package again, I swear I—"
"Stupefy!"
The werewolf yelped and dropped to the ground, briefly annoyed by the shot of red light. Another round of curses flew, and the beast trotted off to find an easier meal.
"Dracaena?"
"Harri!" The blonde girl leaned down, aching hands clutching the limb. Scapes in places only she and Harri were aware of made themselves known, but they were nothing to the raw fire in her calf. "Is that you?"
"Yeah." Her savior appeared from the underbrush, wand still glowing red with a ready curse. "Is it gone?" Harri looked around warily, features colored devilishly by the light of the curse.
"I think so," Dracaena called down. "My wand's down there somewhere. Can you find it for me while I climb down?"
"I told you she'd be fine," a hated voice announced, crashing up from behind Harri. Prewett glared upward at her, as though it was all her fault. Her face was lit up by a light charm, casting ghastly shadows and tinting her hair orange.
"Fine?" Rage almost made Dracaena forget the wound on her leg. She inched her way down the tree, using ancient knotholes for support, bad leg crooked so she wouldn't try to accidentally use it. "I get treed by a werewolf and you say I'm fine? I should get you thrown in Azkaban for attempted murder!"
"Werewolf?"
"Yes. A werewolf." Harri's tone could have frozen phoenix fire. "Get back to school and tell Doctor Pomphrey we're on our way."
"But—"
"NOW."
The redhead looked stricken, but Harri didn't seem to notice. She was too busy helping Dracaena down from the final branch. Ronnie growled and stormed back the way they'd come.
Harri held Dracaena by the waist as she slipped the final few inches to the ground. A whisper, and her wand light switched from sullen red to the clear brilliance of sunlight. "I'm sorry." She held out Dracaena's fallen wand. "If I'd known she'd do that..."
"You'd still be friends with her." The Slytherin clung to her girlfriend, balancing on one leg. "Can we get started back now? It's going to take me a while to walk with one leg, and that thing might come back for more."
"With one..." Harri's eyes widened behind her spectacles. She moved to support Dracaena more, arm tightening around her waist. "Did it..?" Her eyes were riveted on the blonde's legs, something Dracaena might have found flattering under better circumstances. "That... Oh God, did it bite you?"
Dracaena froze in the act of wiping dirt from her blouse, eyes frozen unblinking. She'd been searching for Harri, trying to beat sundown because what idiot wanted to be in the Forbidden Forest on a full moon? There'd been a snarl, and something had shoved her from the side. It tossed her to the ground, where she'd gotten tangled in all sorts of things. She'd closed her eyes to protect them from the twigs and dirt, and then pain had errupted in her leg. She'd kicked free of the underbrush and wolf, cursed the thing and managed to get up the tree somehow...
Shaken, she met Harri's green eyes. "I don't know." To Dracaena's shame, her voice shook. "Harri, I don't know."
Owari.
