Struck by Lightning

By

Luna Priestess

Prologue Part 1: Present

"Come to play, blood traitor? I would have thought you had fled along with your ginger friend and that Weasley, girly."

Serena shivered at Greyback's words, his rasping bark of a voice sending tremors down her spine. Of all the Death Eaters to get cornered by, Fenrir Greyback was one of the worst. His ruthlessness with his victims and savagery in condemning children to lycanthropy scared her to the bone. As her emerald eyes met his bloodshot blues, fear for her younger brother Damon gripped her with the evil she saw in them.

"I won't bite girly. How about telling me which one of Edmund's traitor children I'm talking to? Ella perhaps or maybe Sere?" His lips curled up into a snarl, his eyes focusing on the tattered clothing the blonde LeClaire girl was wearing. The torn left sleeve of her jacket was stained at the shoulder with blood, hanging in shredded rags down the rest of the arm. The collar of her shirt was encrusted with it, exposing her unblemished neck to his sight.

His penetrating and almost lustful gaze made Serena's skin crawl. Her hand unconsciously reached up to adjust her collar, feeling sick to her stomach at the thought of what this monster could do to her. She winced at the movement, realizing how numb her arm must have gone with all the adrenaline running through her veins. The shoulder wound from the earlier attack was starting to throb, waking her to the snail's pace of its healing. Serena shook her head at these thoughts, adjusting her tired body back into a fighter's stance.

Her breath caught in her throat as she realized she hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings. Fenrir had managed to corner her against one of Hogwarts spell scorched walls, her heel hitting the stone as she adjusted her stance. Shit…what should I do? She fought not to let her panic show, a scream rising within her with each passing second, knowing she was wandless and perfect prey.

Fenrir chuckled at his prey's panicked eyes, knowing he had the little blood traitor where he wanted her. It mattered not which LeClaire daughter she was. The Dark Lord would praise him for getting rid of either child, since both had become a nuisance in the last year.

Serena watched Greyback slowly advance upon her, knowing there was no way out of this. Her eyes darted to each side, hoping someone would notice her absence from battle. Her wand laid a ways away, left where it had fallen when Greyback rushed her the first time. If she had not been so focused on searching for Harry, she might have seen him before he had tackled her. Such feelings were useless to her now, realizing she had to find a way to stall him if she wanted any hope of seeing Harry again.

Harry…Tears stung at the corner of her eyes, knowing that he was out there, just as she was, trying his best to keep the Death Eaters back. Oh god Harry. What should I do? What would you do? A slight smile came to her lips, imagining Harry spouting out snide remarks at the smirking werewolf, refusing to give into his fear and prepared to go down with a fight. If only she was that brave, possessed such fearlessness in battle, which Harry seemed to exhibit no matter what he faced. Serena shook her head at her bitter thoughts, refocusing her attention on Greyback.

In those precious few moments she wasted, Fenrir had closed the gap between them. His smug smirk caused her body to tense, every nerve in her protesting to the added stress on her already tired form. Serena licked her lips, her eyes widening as he moved his hand to grasp a few strands of her hair. No, please no…

He used his grasp on her hair to pull her close, bringing his nose to nuzzle her neck. Her scent was heavenly and mouthwatering, making him thirst to sink his teeth in her throat and damage that perfect unblemished skin. His lips curved into a smile at the thought of her screams and struggles as he imagined ripping her throat open and bathing in her blood.

Serena closed her eyes, acknowledging that her reluctance to act out would mean her death. There was so much still left she needed to do. Her death would mean being reunited with her parents, even though she would be letting everyone else down, especially Harry. Harry… Sorrow shot through her, bringing a choked sob to her lips at the thought of Harry realizing he was alone once again in this world with her gone.

Emerald snapped open with a speed and ferocity Serena didn't know she still possessed, glaring up into the confidant eyes of Fenrir. His left hand was poised for a strike, his right one gripping her throat and lifting her off the ground. Her hatred for this monster shone in eyes' depths, defying him to the end with her determination not to surrender to death. Farewell Harry…

"STUPEFY!"

Green filled her vision, causing her eyes to swim under the assault of magic and bright light. Serena's body hit the ground harshly as Fenrir released her, crushing her injured shoulder upon impact. A scream erupted from her lips at the pain, a sense of daggers digging into her bone with such an intensity that made her want to cry. Oblivion rushed up to meet her, panicked brilliant green meeting her pained emerald before darkness took her.

A/N: This is my first Harry Potter story and I promise it gets better. I decided to revise a bit due I didn't like the way the story was progressing. I will continue on where it is but decided to change the beginning a bit. Hope you like the revision!