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excuse to read every fanfic out there and not feel guilty that I'm wasting
time. Oh yeah I don't own anything that has to do with HP however I do own
the plot so ppl reviewing saying I stole it go away!
A/N: I know your thinking 'Oh God here she starts another fic which she's never going to finish' but seriously, guys I have almost all the next chapters for ALL my stories written! I just started writing this and I had to write it down and put it out for people to read. This is a RL/OC story and it will definitely have RW/HG, HP/GW and maybe a touch of SB/ some really hot girl he finds on the side of the road one dark and stormy night and he picks up on his motor bike, takes her to the nearest hotel where his bike breaks down and they are forced to share a room till morning but in the morning lo and behold two twin sizes beds have been pushed against the walls and the two people are seen in a heap of blankets after a heated night of "wrestling".
I'm not sure if it was the paralyzing dream or if it was the fact that I had hit my head against the wall or if it was divinely inspired that I woke up but in a sweaty urgency my eyes flickered open. The room seemed darker then usual when I gained my barings and felt around my beside table for my old wind up alarm clock. No moonbeams glimmered across my floor like hours before and this fact disturbed me oddly. I hated the moon with something deeper then the deepest passion I felt in human form, it was wolfish, but to suddenly have the moon taken away completely didn't feel right.
I stopped feeling around me side table for my clock to listen for the metallic tick. I definitely heard but for all I could tell it might have been in the tangled mess of quilts with me, under the bed where even I was not brave enough to look under in the dead of night or sitting there next to me in bed centimeters from my ear. That was probably one of the worse things about lycanthropy besides the actual transformations, you can hear a great many things with keen ears but I have no sense of distance and I probably never will.
I finally give into my fears of the horrendous dust bunnies and the random unidentifiable objects and swiped a hand underneath the thin gray bed skit, nothing but a quidditch magazine and a bar of soap. I rub my hands together with the soap. It left a film on my dry skin but I took no notice. I sniffed it cautiously, Zest or Irish Spring? The scent was exotic and striking; I caught the aroma of rolling seas on some hazy plant, light years away where beings stroll on a white sand beach unconcerned of troubles. Just as quickly I can back through the spinning gyroscope and back to my bed. A warm breeze from that other galaxy brushed through my room before fading into time. Definitely zest, I smiled to myself and dropped the soap bar next to the other junk on my beside table.
That's another thing about my kind of lycanthropy, I see images when I smell something. It's not always the greatest thing, for example one time I remember I one time when out muggle home here's septic system plugged and backed up all over the yard. Images of people slipping and sliding in there own waste. Helpless and pathetic trying to stand up.
I rolled over in my lumpy bed to try to get back to sleep. Some eternal clock told me it was 2 or 3 in the morning as I squeezed my eyes shut. I needed my sleep, the full moon was in three nights and being well rested seemed to help the pain of transformation. I clenched my muscles tight, held it for 10 counts and released them slowly to relax myself. Ten minutes later as my thoughts drifted out of first stage of consciousness and into the thousands below between life and death I drifted out of this world. I was a wolf, running through the dense forests of our river bottom trees. I can remember that I was sniffing at some shrubbery when a noise from the land of the living caught my attention. My ears pricked and my fur stood on end, a low deep growl escaped my throat. The noise came again, crunching gravel from distant corners of my human mind. My eyes flickered open once again, my mind was human but the wolf lingered in the shadows, ready to defend me.
Swinging my legs down over the edge of the bed and onto the cool wood floor I paused for a moment listening for the noise outside my window again, praying harder then I ever had that it wasn't "them". I stood up and cross to my open window where the wind was blowing curtains about in gentle billows. It only took seconds for me to realize the source of the noise. It was "them", a wizard mob, Death Eaters and common folk alike. My mother had always said, no one is ever prejudice against us, we're all hated equally. I quietly as I could, slipped out of my room across the hall and into my sister's bedroom.
"Sarah, get up and get Andrew and yourself out of here. Go up to the attic and out onto the back of the roof and down into the ravine. I don't care where you go but just get away from here. I won't be far behind." I spoke this in a hush whisper. I heard "them" outside very near.
"Why do I have to." I cut her off.
"No questions now Sarah, there's no time. Now go. Take this with you." I slipped a small bag of coins in a bag and push it towards her. Everything we need as werewolves, an escape bag. An extra pair of clothes, some money, potion ingredients for a wit dulling potion and the last thing, an oddly shaped beaker, stopper and slushy liquid. Death, quick and painless, for the children so hideous deaths could pass them. Her eyes got big; she finally understood what was happing. Our family was going to be murdered if we didn't escape. She quickly nodded and rushed out of the room into Andrew's room. I heard him stir and moan faintly and get up. I grabbed my fathers old wand that he kept in the up stairs for me to use if we every got attacked. Sarah and Andrew hoisted themselves up through the attic door in the hallway and pad around overhead and then they were gone.
I crept down to the first landing and squatted listening. If I went down to worn my parents all of us would be cornered but if I stayed here my parents would be caught sleeping. I battled with myself and the possible consequences, fight with them and save are family but possibly dying or wait and escape after they left praying that my parents can hold them off. I heard porch door squeak and a single person slip in. I was too terrified to move and felt helpless to help my sleeping parents. It all happened to fast for me to remember the exact details, there was struggling down stairs, yelling and two heavy thumps on the wood floor. I couldn't support myself anymore; I silently slumped to a sitting position with my knees under my chin. Tears were clouding my vision and I shook with heartache. On the walls around me a shadow loomed from a torch outside, men, women and children were jeering at my parents. I had to look, I didn't have the heart not to look. My parents needed me. I pushed myself up and stormed down the steps and crashed out the back door into the mob. People turned to glare at me but I didn't take to much notice, pushing my way into the center of the mob to my parents I saw them hog-tied on the ground drenched in muggle gasoline. A young man with shock white hair light a match and sneered at me. He dropped the match and the rest I do not know.
A/N ok this is just a prologue. The main character is Danielle (Danni) and she will struggle with what happened here through out the story. If you guys approve of this I'll continue it but only if you really like it. So review!
A/N: I know your thinking 'Oh God here she starts another fic which she's never going to finish' but seriously, guys I have almost all the next chapters for ALL my stories written! I just started writing this and I had to write it down and put it out for people to read. This is a RL/OC story and it will definitely have RW/HG, HP/GW and maybe a touch of SB/ some really hot girl he finds on the side of the road one dark and stormy night and he picks up on his motor bike, takes her to the nearest hotel where his bike breaks down and they are forced to share a room till morning but in the morning lo and behold two twin sizes beds have been pushed against the walls and the two people are seen in a heap of blankets after a heated night of "wrestling".
I'm not sure if it was the paralyzing dream or if it was the fact that I had hit my head against the wall or if it was divinely inspired that I woke up but in a sweaty urgency my eyes flickered open. The room seemed darker then usual when I gained my barings and felt around my beside table for my old wind up alarm clock. No moonbeams glimmered across my floor like hours before and this fact disturbed me oddly. I hated the moon with something deeper then the deepest passion I felt in human form, it was wolfish, but to suddenly have the moon taken away completely didn't feel right.
I stopped feeling around me side table for my clock to listen for the metallic tick. I definitely heard but for all I could tell it might have been in the tangled mess of quilts with me, under the bed where even I was not brave enough to look under in the dead of night or sitting there next to me in bed centimeters from my ear. That was probably one of the worse things about lycanthropy besides the actual transformations, you can hear a great many things with keen ears but I have no sense of distance and I probably never will.
I finally give into my fears of the horrendous dust bunnies and the random unidentifiable objects and swiped a hand underneath the thin gray bed skit, nothing but a quidditch magazine and a bar of soap. I rub my hands together with the soap. It left a film on my dry skin but I took no notice. I sniffed it cautiously, Zest or Irish Spring? The scent was exotic and striking; I caught the aroma of rolling seas on some hazy plant, light years away where beings stroll on a white sand beach unconcerned of troubles. Just as quickly I can back through the spinning gyroscope and back to my bed. A warm breeze from that other galaxy brushed through my room before fading into time. Definitely zest, I smiled to myself and dropped the soap bar next to the other junk on my beside table.
That's another thing about my kind of lycanthropy, I see images when I smell something. It's not always the greatest thing, for example one time I remember I one time when out muggle home here's septic system plugged and backed up all over the yard. Images of people slipping and sliding in there own waste. Helpless and pathetic trying to stand up.
I rolled over in my lumpy bed to try to get back to sleep. Some eternal clock told me it was 2 or 3 in the morning as I squeezed my eyes shut. I needed my sleep, the full moon was in three nights and being well rested seemed to help the pain of transformation. I clenched my muscles tight, held it for 10 counts and released them slowly to relax myself. Ten minutes later as my thoughts drifted out of first stage of consciousness and into the thousands below between life and death I drifted out of this world. I was a wolf, running through the dense forests of our river bottom trees. I can remember that I was sniffing at some shrubbery when a noise from the land of the living caught my attention. My ears pricked and my fur stood on end, a low deep growl escaped my throat. The noise came again, crunching gravel from distant corners of my human mind. My eyes flickered open once again, my mind was human but the wolf lingered in the shadows, ready to defend me.
Swinging my legs down over the edge of the bed and onto the cool wood floor I paused for a moment listening for the noise outside my window again, praying harder then I ever had that it wasn't "them". I stood up and cross to my open window where the wind was blowing curtains about in gentle billows. It only took seconds for me to realize the source of the noise. It was "them", a wizard mob, Death Eaters and common folk alike. My mother had always said, no one is ever prejudice against us, we're all hated equally. I quietly as I could, slipped out of my room across the hall and into my sister's bedroom.
"Sarah, get up and get Andrew and yourself out of here. Go up to the attic and out onto the back of the roof and down into the ravine. I don't care where you go but just get away from here. I won't be far behind." I spoke this in a hush whisper. I heard "them" outside very near.
"Why do I have to." I cut her off.
"No questions now Sarah, there's no time. Now go. Take this with you." I slipped a small bag of coins in a bag and push it towards her. Everything we need as werewolves, an escape bag. An extra pair of clothes, some money, potion ingredients for a wit dulling potion and the last thing, an oddly shaped beaker, stopper and slushy liquid. Death, quick and painless, for the children so hideous deaths could pass them. Her eyes got big; she finally understood what was happing. Our family was going to be murdered if we didn't escape. She quickly nodded and rushed out of the room into Andrew's room. I heard him stir and moan faintly and get up. I grabbed my fathers old wand that he kept in the up stairs for me to use if we every got attacked. Sarah and Andrew hoisted themselves up through the attic door in the hallway and pad around overhead and then they were gone.
I crept down to the first landing and squatted listening. If I went down to worn my parents all of us would be cornered but if I stayed here my parents would be caught sleeping. I battled with myself and the possible consequences, fight with them and save are family but possibly dying or wait and escape after they left praying that my parents can hold them off. I heard porch door squeak and a single person slip in. I was too terrified to move and felt helpless to help my sleeping parents. It all happened to fast for me to remember the exact details, there was struggling down stairs, yelling and two heavy thumps on the wood floor. I couldn't support myself anymore; I silently slumped to a sitting position with my knees under my chin. Tears were clouding my vision and I shook with heartache. On the walls around me a shadow loomed from a torch outside, men, women and children were jeering at my parents. I had to look, I didn't have the heart not to look. My parents needed me. I pushed myself up and stormed down the steps and crashed out the back door into the mob. People turned to glare at me but I didn't take to much notice, pushing my way into the center of the mob to my parents I saw them hog-tied on the ground drenched in muggle gasoline. A young man with shock white hair light a match and sneered at me. He dropped the match and the rest I do not know.
A/N ok this is just a prologue. The main character is Danielle (Danni) and she will struggle with what happened here through out the story. If you guys approve of this I'll continue it but only if you really like it. So review!