So, I'm not sure how this story will turn out really...this is a random idea that came about whilst I was reading, and since HermionexGinny is a pairing I've recently become interested in, I thought why not? Lets try it out. I can't promise that this story will be any good, or that it will even continue, since I'm not sure how people will react to it, but please feel free to leave me some reviews on what you think!

Disclaimer-O-Doom: Obviously, I'm not J.. If I was you'd be able to sense the awesomeness already, but since you can't, I'm obviously not her. Apart from a few OC's that may come in later, most of the cast of this fanfic belong to J.. I'm just borrowing them for a bit to practise writing, etc.

Enjoy!

Amour de la Lune - Chapter One - A Wolf's Cry

The moon hung low near the horizon, filling the bottom of the sky with silver and casting long shadows on the Earth below. Ginny Potter, previously Ginny Weasley, found herself mesmerised by the moon as it caught her eye out of the kitchen window. The red haired witch hovered at the edge of the shadowy room, watching the silvery moonlight climb up the legs of the kitchen chairs and cupboards, turning the usually yellow kitchen shockingly white. So focused on the sight before her, Ginny didn't hear the light footsteps creep up behind her. A light touch to her shoulder brought Ginny out of her trance with a jolt, and she turned to see who had roused her. Harry smiled as Ginny turned to him, and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Enjoying the full moon?" He asked, his breath dancing across Ginny's scalp and making her shiver.

"It seems...brighter tonight." Ginny replied somewhat stupidly, distracted by Harry's touch. Harry laughed and pulled back from his wife, a smile dancing across his face.

"What?" Ginny asked.

"I just realised – Albus is probably having his first astrology lesson right now." Harry grinned rather proudly, causing Ginny to smile brightly at him in return.

It was hard to believe that both Albus and James were now at Hogwarts. The first morning they had both been absent, Ginny had overcooked, forgetting the boys weren't there. The remaining Potters ending up having to devour a mountain load of extra food, and hadn't eaten for the rest of the day in fear of upsetting their bludging stomachs. Ginny was sure that by the time she was able to cook for three again instead of five, it would be the holidays once more and the boys would be back, pleading for second and third helpings at every meal.

"We'll hear about it tomorrow I'm sure." Ginny said, dropping her thoughts about food and returning to the original conversation. "He said he'd send a letter about his first week on Friday."

Harry gave Ginny a thoughtful look. "Yes, I think I remember him mentioning that...I think I remember James mentioning it as well, in miniscule writing at the bottom of his letter about the shame Albus brought on the family by being sorted into Slytherin..."

Both parents laughed at the memory, and then Harry took Ginny's hand and slowly began to lead her away from the kitchen. They walked though the living room to a small set of stairs leading towards the second story of the Potter household, ascending them together. Halfway up the staircase, Ginny briefly paused to peer out of the window that looked out onto the backyard, her eyes instantly drawn to the moon once more. A light tug from Harry pulled her from the sight before she could become too transfixed, but before she continued Ginny sent a silent question to the giant orb in the sky: Why do you keep calling me?

Reaching the second floor landing, Harry reached upwards and knocked on the ceiling above him. There was a squeak of fear, and the sound of feet rushing around above the two adults heads as they each gave the other a look.

"Lily, can we come up?" Harry called.

"Just a minute!" A nervous voice replied, the feet above them speeding up. A moment or two later, the sounds from above calmed, and quite suddenly a square trapdoor appeared above Harry's head. He stepped back quickly, narrowly avoiding a sturdy wooden ladder that landed where he had been standing just a moment before. "Come up!" The nervous voice called, and both Ginny and Harry quickly clambered up the ladder to the room above.

Lily Luna Potter's room took up the whole attic, though you could hardly tell from mounds of odds and ends that littered the place. When the youngest Potter had originally asked to move up to the attic, both Ginny and Harry had been doubtful. What could their young daughter possibly want with so much space, when she could barely find enough things to decorate her dresser properly? But from the moment Lily had first closed the trap door over their heads, she had been finding things to decorate the attic with. Namely –

"Lily, did you take your brothers spellbooks again?" Ginny asked, quickly spotting the edge of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 which her daughter had obviously been trying to hide whilst her parents had waited on the landing below. Lily flushed a deep magenta that clashed with her Weasley-red hair quiet strikingly.

"I – It wasn't really stealing – just uh – borrowing?" Lily squeaked, avoiding Ginny's gaze by staring at her floorboards instead.

Ginny sighed, leaving Harry standing alone near the trapdoor and made her way to her daughter's bed, so she could sit beside Lily.

"Lily Luna Potter, I know you didn't mean any harm, but you know you can't – "

"- take your brothers books without permission, because they need them for school, and because your only 9 years old and not ready for spells yet." Lily finished for her Mother, grumpily crossing her arms across her chest, her previous embarrassment forgotten. Somewhere behind her, Ginny heard Harry stifle a laugh at his daughter's imitation. She turned her head and gave him a look, which made him apologize quick smart. Turning back to Lily, Ginny prepared to scold her daughter lightly, but as she began to speak, a long hungry howl issued from below Lily's window, and Ginny's blood ran cold.

It took all of three seconds for Harry to pull up the ladder and magically seal the trapdoor to Lily's room with his wand, while Ginny told her daughter to stay quiet as she made her way towards the window. Harry joined her before she reached the sill, and so they both looked into the garden below them at the same time, the chill in Ginny's blood deepening instantly.

"Mum, what is it?" Lily hissed, but Ginny couldn't answer her. She was too shocked by the sight down in the garden.

A fully grown werewolf was hunched near the broom shed, sniffing the ground with its long snout and digging gently at the dirt. The moon made the wolf almost white; though Ginny had a distinct feeling that it actually had dark fur that would have made it impossible to spot in any other light. The wolf was free of bites and scars', meaning it was fairly new, and this made Ginny's blood turn even more icy. Old werewolves were bad enough, but a new cub, possibly on it's first moon?

Before the thought fully formed, the werewolf's head turned upwards, and its dancing scarlet eyes locked onto Ginny's own.

Everything seemed to happen very fast and very slow at the same time. The wolf howled once more, and ran towards the house, smashing in the back door and landing in the kitchen below. Harry yelled for Ginny to go to Lily, who had turned pale at the sound of the door downstairs smashing, while Harry himself levitated as many heavy objects as he could over the trapdoor. The door now reinforced with magic and good old fashioned weight, Harry moved backwards towards Lily's bed, while all three Potter's struggled to hear what was happening downstairs.

There was a crash as the wolf apparently smashed into the cabinet holding the good china, and a snarl that drove Lily to pull the blankets off her bed and over her head. Three loud thuds informed the family that the wolf was on the stairs, and another low growl let them know the wolf was directly beneath their feet on the landing below.

BANG!

The dresser above the trapdoor shuddered but held as the werewolf slammed into heavily. Lily let out a sob and clung desperately to her mother, while Ginny tried to force her heart back into her chest from her throat. Harry held his wand straight in front of him, waiting –

BANG!

Once again the dresser shuddered, and the wolf below howled in frustration. Harry glanced back at Ginny, his face hard.

"We have to get out of the house." He said, while the werewolf began to claw at the trapdoor, its sharp claws ripping ferociously into the wood. Ginny nodded, pulling Lily up from her hiding spot and crossing quickly to Harry.

"Where should we go?" Ginny asked, flinching as the wolf below snarled and began to dig against the wood harder. "Ron and Hermione's is too far away and –"

"The Burrow." Harry answered quickly, "We'll go to The Burrow. You take Lily – go, now!"

Ginny nodded, and told a sobbing Lily to hold tight onto her arm, which wasn't hard in Lily's current state. Turning on the spot, Ginny focused hard on her childhood home, and felt herself slip into nothingness as she apparated away from Lily's room.

A moment later the suffocating darkness disappeared, and Ginny couldn't help remembering the wolf howling as she had left, howling as if in disappointment.

Ignoring the sound that rang in her ears, Ginny rushed to the front door and knocked as loudly as she could.