Harry Potter is not owned by me. If he was, he would be way more epic, and make jokes more.

AN: Don't like it? Don't read it. But tell me first please. Even if it is completed(Which it isn't), I'll want to know if it's worth it, posting this stuff.

Chapter Two: Too Short a Season

Gabrielle Delacour laid in the mud next to the clear, moonlit water of the Black Lake, bleeding from hundreds of wounds all over her body. Blood pooled around her, staining her silvery locks red. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her small chest heaving. She was dimly aware of the pointed shoe still kicking her beaten body, not satisfied with the destruction already caused. Gabrielle knew the only reason she was still alive was because her magic was replacing her blood, but she realized that even her magic was giving out. She felt faint, and could clearly feel every drop of blood oozing out of her broken and battered body.

What I must look like. She thought mournfully. She thought of her soft, sleek silvery hair, and her dark blue eyes, which sparkled like sapphires, and she cried. They have taken everything away from me. My looks, my friends, and now my life. She screamed out in agony, sure in the knowledge that she was going to die. She thought of her sister, Fleur, and her Maman, and her Papa. She thought hard, remembering every happy memory she ever had, knowing that this would be her last thought.

"Maman, Papa, Fleur, je t'aime." She choked through her sobs. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with her life's blood and the mud in which she lay, writhing. She remembered her mother's kisses when she went to bed, her father's stories of amusing things, her sister's laugh, and most of all, she remembered the feeling of contentment that her family brought out in her. Her heart leapt, and with a horrifying choking feeling, her feeling of joy was strangled out by the knowledge that she would not see them again. She morbidly wondered what they would say at her funeral. Would they break down, sobbing, or would they fight their emotions to pay their final respects? She imagined her sister looking down at her, her face contorted with the anguish of one who's lost their soul, tears falling onto Gabrielle's shirt. Her mother entered the picture, with the same look of terrible, agonizing sadness. She imagined her father, trying to smile, but failing. She imagined all the people looking at her body, all with the same look of agony on their face. Her grandparents, outliving their youngest granddaughter by nearly a century. Her uncle, usually so full of life, looking defeated. Broken, even.

Then an even more horrifying thought came to her. What if they weren't sad? What if they thought that she was just a stupid veela, not worth their time, or their sympathy. What if the girls were right?

Another choked sob escaped her. The girls still would not stop their tormenting. "Look at you! You ugly bitch, I bet your parents will thank us."

On and on it went, for an eternity. An eternity of torture, and pain. An eternity of contemplating death. An eternity of fear.

Then, the eternity ended.

:O

A jet-black wolf streamed along silently next to the dark, winding forest. Spurred on by the tortured screams of the girl, he increased his speed until he was just a shadowy blur rocketing through the soft, wet grass. His razor-sharp senses detected at least four attackers, all female. His fury increased. How cowardly.

His rage peaked when he smelled the massive quantities of blood, no doubt from the girl. His emerald eyes glinted with cold fury as he heard their casual taunts. Furiously, he ran faster and faster, claws sinking deep into the muddy foliage, until he reached the lake. He saw them, standing in a semicircle, kicking the girl simultaneously. Unbidden, a memory from his creator surfaced. He was on the ground, with schoolchildren kicking at his ribs and shins. He saw a fat boy laughing and egging his gang on. The fat boy was taunting the scrawny raven-haired boy, saying he was a freak, and didn't deserve to live.

He angrily pushed the memory aside and lunged at full speed at one of the girls, shoving her in the mud. She screamed in terror as his teeth descended upon her throat. His jaws stopped quiveringly over her delicate flesh, millimeters away from her neck. The others quickly abandoned Gabrielle's torture in favor of helping their illustrious leader.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't snap your neck right now." The wolf growled telepathically.

"Be-Because- Because I'm just an i-innocent little girl?" She stammered.

The wolf laughed scornfully. "Like hell you are. Tell your friends to stop her bleeding, or else your neck is going to look ten times worse than that little girl does right now."

"Guys- Heal Gabrielle." Her voice trembled. One of the girls quickly complied.

"Excellent. Now, you aren't ever going to bother anyone ever again, are you." The wolf asked menacingly.

"N-n-no s-sir." She said, wetting herself.

"Good." The wolf got up and turned around, intending to pick Gabrielle up. But before he could reach her, the girl raised her wand and fired a spell at him.

"Confrigo!" She yelled triumphantly.

The jet of purple light shot from her wand and arced towards the wolf at immense speeds. The wolf whirled around and with a flick of his head raised a thick translucent shield, which deflected the curse to the lake's edge. Water blasted 30 meters in the air, soaking everyone but the wolf, who still had his shield up.

The wolf dropped the shield and stalked towards the girl slowly, savoring the moment. "Now," It said. "You die."

At those words, it flew into action. Opening its mouth wide, it started to howl, building power. The girl's eyes widened in fear. He wasn't just going to kill her, he was going to obliterate her!

The wolf's stance widened to support the sheer power he was wielding, and breathed in very deeply. It looked deep into the girl's eyes, into her very soul. He saw no redemption, or regret. Only fear. Powerful, primal fear. His resolve tightened. With a powerful roar, he released his pent-up breath, only this was not air he was holding in. Beautiful, deadly golden flames erupted from his maw, scorching the girl to cinders instantly. He turned his flames upon the others, and like their leader before them, were utterly and completely destroyed.

He released the flames, and panted from exertion. Remembering Gabrielle, he turned to see her pale, lifeless body. He ran to her, putting his nose on her chest, feeling for a heartbeat. It was faint, like the fluttering of insect wings in the distance, but it was there. He sighed in relief.

Quickly, he flipped her onto his back with his head, and began to run to the castle.

:D

Gabrielle opened her eyes, and immediately closed them tightly. The white light was exceedingly bright, and she began to develop a headache. That's funny, She thought. I didn't know you could get headaches in the afterlife. Guess it's not all it's cracked up to be. She noted with surprise that her body was aching. Hang on... Am I even dead?

"No dear, you aren't." A motherly voice responded, startling her.

I didn't know I said that out loud. She thought.

"Well dear, you did. Now sit up and take your potions." The voice instructed her.

She again groggily opened her eyes, to find an older woman in a healer uniform looming over her with a cup of red liquid. What in the world? She thought.

"Drink up dear, I haven't got all day." The woman said impatiently. Gabrielle cautiously sat up and took the potion from her hand.

"You had some really nasty injuries there dear. What on earth happened to you?" The nurse asked curiously.

"I was attacked." Gabrielle mumbled.

"Really?" The healer looked shocked. "At Hogwarts? That badly?"

"It was some classmates."

The healer clucked her tongue. "I'll have to speak to Albus about this. You could have been killed."

"I would have, if not for that dog thing." Gabrielle said tonelessly.

"I am not a thing." Gabrielle heard in her mind.

"What the hell?" She exclaimed.

Gabrielle looked frantically around the room, until she spotted him. The wolf was sitting next to her bed, still as a statue. His eyes sparkled with untold mischief, and his fur was sleek and shiny. He was the very definition of what wolves aspire to be. His snout was long and defined, capped with a glossy black nose. His lips parted in a wolfish smile, revealing his gleaming pearly teeth. Gabrielle couldn't help it. She smiled back.