AN: Here's another chapter of Befallen. I decided to make it a series. This isn't as much sad I think as just tragic about her situation. I do not own HP and review!

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Pain. The one word to describe how she felt the moment she hit the ground. A spell had sent her and someone else over the balcony's dangerous edge and now she could not move. Her body hurt too much. Lavender panicked at her immobility and strained to do anything to get herself off the dirty ground.

Get up. Get up Lavender! She commanded herself. She slowly turned her head and a fast, grey shape moved rapidly towards her. She struggled to writhe away, got as far as turning herself on her belly. But the shape was too fast and strong.

It-him-the thing- was on her, flipped her over onto her back again. His blue eyes bore hungrily into her brown ones. He smirked, sharp canine-like teeth poking out of his mouth. There was no mistake that this was Fenrir Greyback.

Lavender barely even had the time to scream before those fangs of his honed in on her neck. Her neck- the same thing Ronald Weasley had kissed over and over-was now searing in pain, a hot substance pouring down it. Greyback made sounds like a wolf, an animal and it sickened and horrified Lavender to the fullest. How long would he maul her? How would she turn out if he was ever done with her?

She screamed and kicked at the ground, her vision fading in and out. Suddenly a female voice screamed, "NO!" and a bright light hit Greyback and flung him off of her, a roar coming from his throat.

A loud crack came from above and something hit the ground.

Lavender cried in pain. That monster had mauled at her skin, attacked her when she was weak. She had no idea how much blood she had lost until someone had come to her rescue, carefully put her onto a stretcher. Her eyes cast downwards and widened. Deep red pooled on the pavement.

Lavender was wounded. There was no doubt about it. The journey to the Great Hall was a fading ride of consciousness and unconsciousness. Someone cried out as the healer, or what she assumed was the healer, cast healing spells on her wounds.

"Lavender? LAV!" someone screamed, running over to her. Lavender flinched at the figure running. Parvati Patil knelt down besides her.

"Lavender-w-what happened t-to her?" Parvati asked voice shaking, dirt and a few gashes on her.

"She was attacked. Fenrir Greyback did it," the healer said.

Parvati made a sobbing sound. "O-oh my…will she b-be alright?"

"I've done all I can dear. She's strong if she's held on this long. I'm sorry."

Lavender couldn't bear her friend crying. She closed her eyes, another wave of pain overtaking her. She remembered all the amazing times she had with Parvati, all the times she dreamt about Ron and all the feelings his kisses gave. She remembered the enjoyment she got out of Professor Trelawney's predications.

I am eighteen and have fought for a cause. I have fallen in and out of love with a red-headed member of the Golden Trio. I have been savaged by a werewolf and am dying from it. Out of all the things befallen to me, dying at my age was one of them.

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AN: I really couldn't figure out a way to end this. Oh and if anyone wants to give me either a character or a pairing that died preferably during the Battle of Hogwarts-anyone, PM me or review it. Thanks!

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