Of Dusk and Dawn - 366 Days of Romance and Tragedy
Parvati x Lavender
~~o-O-o~~
7. Mirror
"You should be afraid," Fenrir Greyback whispered to her. His golden eyes stared at the shaking girl with amusement. "After all, if I were facing a werewolf, I would be too."
"Shut up," Lavender snarled, drawing her wand. "If you won't stop terrorizing my friends, I will make it so you can't."
"Big words for a little girl," Greyback taunts, smirking. Settling into a battle poise, he does a come-hither motion. Lavender, having become fed up with his crap, immediately fires off a spell. Fenrir; however, is too fast for her. He dodged it and ran straight at her, jumping when she threw yet another spell. Before she can protect herself, he pounced on her, his claws digging into the side of her cheek viciously.
Harshly, he pulled his hand out of her face, smiling in vindictive glee when blood flowed freely from the wounded appendage.
"Can you stop me now?" he taunted. Lavender falls to the ground, screaming loudly as searing pain encased her face. Her vision grew blurry and the thick metallic scent of blood assaulted her. She didn't have long. This, she knew. Amid her panic and confusion, a loud yell echoed across the battlefield.
"AVADA KADAVRA!" At once, Greyback fell to the ground, his body lifeless. At the same time, Lavender's vision goes black.
~~o-O-o~~
Now, three months later, Lavender stands in her dorm room. The war has ended and their side was victorious. Unfortunately, with the end of the war, came consequences. She, for example, had been graced with a hideous scar. Starting from her forehead, it clawed its way to her neck. It stands out starkly from her all white skin, and she becomes depressed every time she looks inside of the mirror. Even now, as she gazes at her reflection, she traces it with a frown. It's a horrible reminder of what she had went through, a horrible reminder of the fact that she almost died. Death had kissed her, threatening to pull her down, yet she had somehow managed to survive.
Parvati.
It had been during the darkness that a battle cry echoed throughout the compound. Parvati, her best friend and secret crush, had saved her from the all-consuming abyss.
Ducking her head, Lavender can't help but blush. She knew the other girl was strong, but that? That had completely exceeded all her expectations. The brown-skinned girl had been stunning. Her long, black hair had swayed in the wind, highlighting the fierce scowl that had marred the Indian beauty's face.
All in all, she had been entrancing, and Lavender can't help but want to be with her. There was just something about her that drew Lavender in. Although she was hideous with her scar, it had been Parvati who had told her she was beautiful. It had been Parvati that had pulled her into a hug and kissed her tears away. It had been Parvati that made her heart beat so fiercely.
Even if Parvati didn't want her, Lavender was content to stay in her little world. If the other Gryffindor talked to her, she'd be content. She needed Parvati in any way she could get her. Lavender won't ask for more. She can't.
…At least, that's what she tells herself. Unknown to her, a certain Gryffindor has plans to change that very soon.
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