Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling and had the rights to Harry Potter, I would take my billions of dollars and put it to good use by buying myself a ferret and a new Gryffindor tie because my dad took it away.
AN: Sorry for the delay in updating, I was banned from the Internet for a week and addicted to reading The Hunger Games. (I'm almost done, thanks for asking.) Also, THIS IS REVISED. If you were on story alert from the beginning, you should go back and re-read this; I added some important details I forgot. Thank you!
Without warning, a slightly wolfish-looking face bared its teeth in a sort of smile like a dog about to jump on his prey. Finding this slightly confusing, Lavender pulled out her wand, and with this new threat, he pounced. His large figure obscured the mix of red and green sparks flying around the Great Hall beyond the hell that she was going through. Without warning, he bared his teeth and plunged for the first bite. With each tearing noise, Lavender could feel herself dying. All the strength she could muster could not shake Greyback off of her. Each bite sank deeper into her flesh. Lavender waited for Hermione to come, like she was supposed to. She didn't come, and she couldn't blame her. This is what should have happened. She should have died. Nobody should have saved her. Greyback lifted his face and grinned his evil, wolfish grin. This was it: she was going to die…
Lavender awoke with a start late at night. With a shaking hand, she quickly grabbed her wand from next to her bed.
"Lumos," she whispered, as to not wake her father.
She sat in her room, shaking. She had nobody, no friends, to calm her down when she had dreams like this. Her father was an option, but he wouldn't understand. No one could understand. Slowly, she lifted her shaking hands to her scarred face, and started to sob. She was never strong, like Ron's little sister, Ginny. She couldn't hide her tears. Under her fingers, she felt the long and unsightly scars left there, getting moist from her tears. The skin was damaged and felt different compared to the smoother skin that lay in between the scars. Slowly, Lavender calmed herself down and rested her head against the pillow.
She never was good at asking for help. She ended up crying her eyes out and denying anything was wrong at most of the times. She found it easier in a way, to get through things by herself. It was more helpful with somebody by your side, but Lavender was convinced she didn't need anybody.
She shut her eyes, and slowly drifted off into a troubled sleep, a few blurred images of Greyback showing in her mind for the rest of the night.
Light streamed through the windows of the bedroom she had inhabited since 7 years previous, when she had received her letter to Hogwarts. It had been only a week since the battle. Reminiscing on her dreams slightly, Lavender let out a deep shudder and slowly inched herself out of her bed. As she was close as she possibly could be to the edge, she swung her feet to the side onto the floor, with a blow lacking enthusiasm in all forms.
Lavender walked slowly to the door, avoiding all mirrors that lay shattered from various attempts to destroy them. When she reached the door, she slowly unlocked it. She had locked it as a final attempt to get her father to stop trying to talk to her. She loved her dad, she truly did, but she didn't want to talk to him and didn't even know what to say when she did want to, so she just avoided him. When it came to the simple things, she always did what was easy and not right. She was brave, bu it took some time to get the bravery out of her. He could unlock it with the utmost easiness, but he got the locked door message from his daughter that she needed some time.
She could only imagine what she was making her father go through. He had nobody but her. Death Eaters killed her mother while she was in school, and she was an only child who refused his presence. Lavender understood how everybody wants to be the most important person to somebody, to be there when they cried, to hold them and reassure them that everything would be alright. She understood that that was what her father wanted to be for her, but she wasn't ready to let him.
The door swung open, and she slowly tiptoed across the hallway to the bathroom. Lavender turned on the shower faucet and undressed. She climbed into the tub and stood there for quite some time, letting the warm water fall and reach her slightly open wounds. She stood there for quite some time, lost in thought.
Eventually, she turned off the faucet. She grabbed a towel, put it on, and made her way across the flat back to her bedroom. As she was near to her bedroom, she looked to her side, and saw her father standing there. He stared at her with eyes filled with worry and regret. He looked in her eyes directly with his, and said with the utmost seriousness, in tone alien to him, a jocular man:
"Lavender, I need to talk to you, no excuses."
AN: Oohhhhhh.. a cliffie. Sort of. I noticed when the chapters were published they were really short, so I'll make an attempt at having longer chapters. Apparently 3 pages condenses to the whole screen on fanfiction.