Chapter 11
Ginny ran for all she was worth, hearing the ever looming threat thundering through the brush behind her. She knew that the plants and trees would do all within their power to hinder him so she could get away.
A sort of plan was forming in her mind and she quickly through herself forward. If she could just reach the river...
She cleared the bank of the river and was halfway across when the wolf broke through the forest's bounds.
She knew no creature of evil could cross the river, thus making it perfect protection until she could find a more effective way of binding the werewolf.
Coward. It hissed in her mind. Come and fight me like a wolf.
She shook her head and lay on the ground, trembling. She put her hands on her knees and her head on her hands, trying to regain her breath.
She carefully gazed out from under her eyelashes at the wolf and then her surroundings, her gaze finally landing on the smooth river rocks.
Picking one up, she let it sit in the bottom of her hand, another idea forming.
The wolf growled and bared his teeth at her but did not cross.
She would have but one chance, she had to be swift and hope her aim was true. She fumbled with her wand for a moment and shifted it into her left hand while she had her rock in the right.
Sending up a silent prayer to the Goddess she threw.
It seemed as if it would miss intirely but it dropped slightly, hitting the wolf on the spine. With an alarming crack, the wolf dropped to the ground, motionless. Ginny waited, wondering if was stunned, playing possum, or dead. She struggled to her feet and waded across the stream slowly, all the while keeping careful watch on the wolf.
She approached cautiously, coming up from behind and down wind. She nudged it with her wand and didn't know to be relieved or frightened out of her wits when she saw its chest move.
"Wingardium Leviousa. Locomortar motis!" She said and waved her wand at it. She stared at it for a moment, shivering at the thought of what those powerful jaws could do with just one snap; the wolf's untamable beauty, its wild eyes that glowed. She silently considered her options, finally opting to take it to Doumbledore, he would know what to do.
She walked for a while before she felt a tug on her magic, and heard the crack in her spell. Eyes wide with fear, she spun around, she felt canine teeth sinking into her arm.
She screamed and her world went black.
Ginny awoke with an unimaginable feeling welling inside. There was a writhing darkness but it was tainted with a dark, inky green mass that fought with it.
The feeling grew and she felt like letting a howl burst from her chest; one of new joy and freedom; of running with the green turf under your paws, the night wind ruffling your fur, and the pack around you, howling with your voices mingling and strong.
Frightened, she called out to the beings with the forest with her mind but felt nothing but hunger in return. She rose shakily, weaving and nearly falling. She stood and stumbled about, her mind in turmoil. It was a decidedly odd feeling; she felt that she had limbs where she was lacking, and should actually be walking on all fours.
She shook herself and crouched on her hands and knees and pushed up, feeling her spine crack and work all of the kinks out. She didn't feel like smiling, baring her teeth, so she opted for crinkling her eyes in mirth. She flexed her muscles, watching in fascination as they rippled across her abdomen. Her nosed twitched, picking up more smells than any human ever could. Honestly, how could she have never smelled this before? She wondered.
Yet at the back of her mind a voice screamed in terror. Ginny! GINNY! What are you doing. Stop it! No! Don't!
A rabbit quivered in the bushes and Ginny's mouth watered with anticipation.
What am I doing? Ginny's heart froze and she couldn't believe what only a moment ago she had been contemplating.
She stood shakily and close to tears. What happened?
She turned around allowing her eyes finally to rest upon the dead wolf with her blood on its muzzle. It had given her this curse, and she knew it had died doing so.
She gasped as the full implications hit her.
She was a werewolf. Araou-loupe.
Reviewer Response:
eminkae-:D Thanks! I hope this was an unexpected twist, you'll see how it changes her in other chapters. This was a lot of fun to write! Yeah, I know what you mean about them being predictable! Oy, there are always a few good one though...ever read 'The Lammentations of A Starry Eyed Twit?" It's hilarious, and although not Ginny/ Draco, it's one of the better fics I've read. Thanks for the review!
Kia- Thanks for the review. Yeah, Ginny's kinda pretty, but more stunning than beautiful. The werewolf fights her and she's not so much as a commander but rather a friend.
Jessica Weasley- Okay, I'll remember that. Thanks for the review!
crazyred- Your review made me laugh! Well, I do try to update quickly to make up for it! :P The Womping Willow...now there's an idea! sigh But alas, I've already done the chapter. Thanks for the review!
AngelofHell- Poor you! Been there done that torture. I hope you don't get in trouble on my account! Thanks for the review and I hope you're released soon!
3roken5oul- Wow, that's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said about my style. Thanks! And yes, the werewolf was a turn of events and I hope it wasn't too obvious what was going to happen. Yet on the other hand, what the change causes is, I hope, unexpected. But I'll update soon so you can find out just what those are...(I'm so evil. ;D)
hoppers- :D Thanks for the review!
Terrisina Dragonwagon- Ok, I'll request it at the library. Thanks for the review!
