1 Ficlet - No Challenge
Title: Darkening Shadows
Summary: Hermione Granger ran as fast as she could.
Characters/Pairings: Hermione Granger, Fenrir Greyback
Genre: Gen
Beta: n/a
Rating/Warnings: PG - n/a
Medium: Ficlet
Word Count: 525 words
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: I don't mind.
Hermione Granger ran as fast as she could. She could swear she felt his breath on the back of her neck even though the sounds of screams were far behind her. Guilt tore through her. She hated leaving all those defenseless people, but… There was no choice. She had to get the potion to the Order. The day had started so easily too. Now that she thought about it, considering their usual luck, perhaps that should have been her first sign of impending disaster.
Her footsteps carried her through a small Quidditch pitch at the edge of the park. Apparently built for the tiniest flyers and their toy brooms, she fought down the picture of a miniature Ron and Ginny playing in this selfsame place. She tripped and fell, her body automatically beginning to roll and face her pursuer even as it hit the ground. Her hand flashed out, brandishing her wand. A tiny child-size quaffle flew up in response and nailed Fenrir Greyback in the face, knocking him down and breaking his nose. Using the momentum of her turn, she rolled back up to her feet and prepared to run.
Three more men stepped out from the surrounding buildings. “Where are you going, little bit?” Even as they spoke, in unison oddly enough, she felt her arms grabbed from behind.
“Nowhere,” Fenrir growled roughly. “She’s going nowhere now.”
Her breath caught. His hands tightened.
Hermione sat up, a scream trapped in her throat, to the sounds of her roommates shifting and muttering in their sleep. Her sweat-soaked hair plastered to her neck, she slipped from bed and pulled on her robe. Walking as quietly as possible, she made her way out of the room and down the steps to the Gryffindor common room. She sat before the banked fire, her legs drawn up and her arms wrapped around her shins.
She didn’t know what was worse - having the nightmares? Or knowing, in some secret depth of her heart, that the dreams stood every chance of coming true if she continued working beside Harry and the Order? What other choice did she have? Go back to the Muggle world and forget everything, including her magic? It wasn’t like she could switch sides. A half-blood? Sure, but her? A ‘Mudblood’?
No, she thought, no matter what doubts or fears or problems, this is my only choice. And I choose it. Her chin came up and a light of defiance flickered in the depths of her eyes. She would see this course through to the very end...whether she had to fight an enemy, a friend, or even herself. She might not have the rash and reckless courage of many of her housemates, but she did possess a slow burning and quietly flickering flame of valor which could not be overlooked.
Hermione Granger, Muggle-born witch and considered the most intelligent student of her age, was assuredly a Gryffindor, a lioness, and she was on the hunt for victory - no matter the personal cost.
Caiti/Gryffindor/18 points
Summary: Hermione Granger ran as fast as she could.
Characters/Pairings: Hermione Granger, Fenrir Greyback
Genre: Gen
Beta: n/a
Rating/Warnings: PG - n/a
Medium: Ficlet
Word Count: 525 words
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: I don't mind.
Hermione Granger ran as fast as she could. She could swear she felt his breath on the back of her neck even though the sounds of screams were far behind her. Guilt tore through her. She hated leaving all those defenseless people, but… There was no choice. She had to get the potion to the Order. The day had started so easily too. Now that she thought about it, considering their usual luck, perhaps that should have been her first sign of impending disaster.
Her footsteps carried her through a small Quidditch pitch at the edge of the park. Apparently built for the tiniest flyers and their toy brooms, she fought down the picture of a miniature Ron and Ginny playing in this selfsame place. She tripped and fell, her body automatically beginning to roll and face her pursuer even as it hit the ground. Her hand flashed out, brandishing her wand. A tiny child-size quaffle flew up in response and nailed Fenrir Greyback in the face, knocking him down and breaking his nose. Using the momentum of her turn, she rolled back up to her feet and prepared to run.
Three more men stepped out from the surrounding buildings. “Where are you going, little bit?” Even as they spoke, in unison oddly enough, she felt her arms grabbed from behind.
“Nowhere,” Fenrir growled roughly. “She’s going nowhere now.”
Her breath caught. His hands tightened.
Hermione sat up, a scream trapped in her throat, to the sounds of her roommates shifting and muttering in their sleep. Her sweat-soaked hair plastered to her neck, she slipped from bed and pulled on her robe. Walking as quietly as possible, she made her way out of the room and down the steps to the Gryffindor common room. She sat before the banked fire, her legs drawn up and her arms wrapped around her shins.
She didn’t know what was worse - having the nightmares? Or knowing, in some secret depth of her heart, that the dreams stood every chance of coming true if she continued working beside Harry and the Order? What other choice did she have? Go back to the Muggle world and forget everything, including her magic? It wasn’t like she could switch sides. A half-blood? Sure, but her? A ‘Mudblood’?
No, she thought, no matter what doubts or fears or problems, this is my only choice. And I choose it. Her chin came up and a light of defiance flickered in the depths of her eyes. She would see this course through to the very end...whether she had to fight an enemy, a friend, or even herself. She might not have the rash and reckless courage of many of her housemates, but she did possess a slow burning and quietly flickering flame of valor which could not be overlooked.
Hermione Granger, Muggle-born witch and considered the most intelligent student of her age, was assuredly a Gryffindor, a lioness, and she was on the hunt for victory - no matter the personal cost.
Caiti/Gryffindor/18 points