![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
dedra.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
tamingthemuseTitle: Damsel In Distress
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: None yet
Rating: G
Warnings: Foul Language
Summary: She found the last scion of wild magic and was completely unprepared to fight it.
Hermione had read every book that she could get her hands on about magic and magical creatures, but she never expected to run into one. Especially not since the war. And not alone.
She cowered in the corner of the cave, her wand at the ready, although she knew that any spell that she threw at the creature would be pretty much useless. It shuffled slowly across the uneven surface of the cavern floor, its hooves striking sparks off the stone as it undulated its body to get a good look at her.
While one part of her mind gibbered in fear, the other part catalogued the creature’s appearance. Long golden hair surrounding a large mouth that seemed like nothing but teeth and eyes, flowing back over golden fleece that covered its midsection. At the back, a long dragon’s tail, complete with a sharp, pointy fork that could whip around and stab a person—if they lived through the flames that erupted from its mouth every so often. Yes, this was a chimera and a classically beautiful example of one; somehow the pictures that she had seen of them seemed crude and poorly drawn now that she had the real thing standing in front of her.
While the rest of the wizarding world believed that chimeras were extinct, she now knew the truth. Born of wild magic left unharnessed and untouched, they were the last scions of the ancient world in their modern society. For a moment she bemoaned the fact that she would never leave this cave to inform her superiors that they really did exist, but that brought her mind again to the fact that without outside interference she would die—either burned to death with its fiery breath or pierced by the whipping tail that shattered rock as it twitched back and forth in agitation.
Her useless wand at the ready, she closed her eyes and waited for her death.
From out of nowhere she heard the whooshing sound that she associated with brooms and flying. A clatter nearby startled her into opening her eyes and a broomstick lay on the ground next to her, leaping to her hand when she reached out for it.
Her eyes searched the dim light of the cave and she saw a person sweeping down from the high ceiling of the cave on a second broom, distracting the chimera from her cowering form for only a second. Without conscious thought, she jumped on the broom and made an abortive attempt to escape, one that was quickly blocked by the swishing tail and a blast of fire from the creature’s mouth.
The rider swooped dangerously close to her and she could barely hear the voice over the roar of the frustrated creature as it twisted and turned in the small space, trying to find its quarry once again. “For Merlin’s sake, Granger, get the fuck out of here! Do you need an invitation or what? I gave you a fucking broom, now use it!”
There was no need for the profanity or the urging; she plastered her body low over the broom’s handle and ducked under the animal’s body to come out on the other side, ready to escape the cave and leave her savior behind. Her Gryffindor courage wouldn’t allow it, however, and she turned her broom to watch the duel that had begun while her back was turned.
The flyer rarely stayed in one place; she could tell that it was to his advantage, staying just out of reach of the whipping tail and the gouts of fire that shot from the beast’s mouth. She had to suppress a gasp of horror when the person flew just a shade too close for her comfort, but his reasons became clear as he shot spell after spell at the monster, hitting it in the soft underbelly more than once. The beast looked like it was injured; it had stopped its forward motion and just stood there, allowing more spells to engulf it before it toppled forward.
The sound as it hit the ground was deafening to her ears and she instinctively put her hands over them to protect her delicate eardrums. With a bellowing cry the monster shuddered, smoke curling from its nostrils as it lay on the ground panting and waiting for the final blow.
Her rescuer pulled a long spear from the depths of his cloak and flew low over the animal, aiming at the creature’s heart, when the beast reared its head and spouted one last flaming breath before flopping over, eyes glazing as it died.
The flames found their mark, however, and the flyer’s cloak caught fire.
Hermione let loose an unintelligible scream as she jetted forward, her wand in her hand. “Aguamenti!” she yelled, her heart racing in panic as the water streamed from the tip of her wand to douse the flames that devoured the cloak and revealed the identity of her savior.
She dropped to the ground to race over to him as Malfoy fell gracelessly to the ground, his body burned and steaming. The rank smell of burned flesh filled her nostrils as she ran the last few feet to his side.
“Must…get…to…Mungo’s,” he said, before losing consciousness completely.
She shrank the brooms down to fit into her pocket and levitated him to the mouth of the cave, wrapping her arms around him so she could Apparate them both to the wizarding hospital. She prayed to the gods the entire time, hoping that it wasn’t too late.
She would hang around until she knew that he was okay. There was no love lost between them but she felt it was only right to do so. It was the Gryffindor thing to do.
She wanted to believe that with all her heart. Her mind reiterated the unanswered questions that she’d wanted to ask ever since he showed up. How did he know that she was there? Did he know about the chimera before he got there?
Okay, too many unanswered questions. She would have to stay now, staring at the door that the Healers had closed in her face before working on his burns.
Her heart still racing slightly, she sat down with an old copy of Witch Weekly, preparing to wait.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: None yet
Rating: G
Warnings: Foul Language
Summary: She found the last scion of wild magic and was completely unprepared to fight it.
Hermione had read every book that she could get her hands on about magic and magical creatures, but she never expected to run into one. Especially not since the war. And not alone.
She cowered in the corner of the cave, her wand at the ready, although she knew that any spell that she threw at the creature would be pretty much useless. It shuffled slowly across the uneven surface of the cavern floor, its hooves striking sparks off the stone as it undulated its body to get a good look at her.
While one part of her mind gibbered in fear, the other part catalogued the creature’s appearance. Long golden hair surrounding a large mouth that seemed like nothing but teeth and eyes, flowing back over golden fleece that covered its midsection. At the back, a long dragon’s tail, complete with a sharp, pointy fork that could whip around and stab a person—if they lived through the flames that erupted from its mouth every so often. Yes, this was a chimera and a classically beautiful example of one; somehow the pictures that she had seen of them seemed crude and poorly drawn now that she had the real thing standing in front of her.
While the rest of the wizarding world believed that chimeras were extinct, she now knew the truth. Born of wild magic left unharnessed and untouched, they were the last scions of the ancient world in their modern society. For a moment she bemoaned the fact that she would never leave this cave to inform her superiors that they really did exist, but that brought her mind again to the fact that without outside interference she would die—either burned to death with its fiery breath or pierced by the whipping tail that shattered rock as it twitched back and forth in agitation.
Her useless wand at the ready, she closed her eyes and waited for her death.
From out of nowhere she heard the whooshing sound that she associated with brooms and flying. A clatter nearby startled her into opening her eyes and a broomstick lay on the ground next to her, leaping to her hand when she reached out for it.
Her eyes searched the dim light of the cave and she saw a person sweeping down from the high ceiling of the cave on a second broom, distracting the chimera from her cowering form for only a second. Without conscious thought, she jumped on the broom and made an abortive attempt to escape, one that was quickly blocked by the swishing tail and a blast of fire from the creature’s mouth.
The rider swooped dangerously close to her and she could barely hear the voice over the roar of the frustrated creature as it twisted and turned in the small space, trying to find its quarry once again. “For Merlin’s sake, Granger, get the fuck out of here! Do you need an invitation or what? I gave you a fucking broom, now use it!”
There was no need for the profanity or the urging; she plastered her body low over the broom’s handle and ducked under the animal’s body to come out on the other side, ready to escape the cave and leave her savior behind. Her Gryffindor courage wouldn’t allow it, however, and she turned her broom to watch the duel that had begun while her back was turned.
The flyer rarely stayed in one place; she could tell that it was to his advantage, staying just out of reach of the whipping tail and the gouts of fire that shot from the beast’s mouth. She had to suppress a gasp of horror when the person flew just a shade too close for her comfort, but his reasons became clear as he shot spell after spell at the monster, hitting it in the soft underbelly more than once. The beast looked like it was injured; it had stopped its forward motion and just stood there, allowing more spells to engulf it before it toppled forward.
The sound as it hit the ground was deafening to her ears and she instinctively put her hands over them to protect her delicate eardrums. With a bellowing cry the monster shuddered, smoke curling from its nostrils as it lay on the ground panting and waiting for the final blow.
Her rescuer pulled a long spear from the depths of his cloak and flew low over the animal, aiming at the creature’s heart, when the beast reared its head and spouted one last flaming breath before flopping over, eyes glazing as it died.
The flames found their mark, however, and the flyer’s cloak caught fire.
Hermione let loose an unintelligible scream as she jetted forward, her wand in her hand. “Aguamenti!” she yelled, her heart racing in panic as the water streamed from the tip of her wand to douse the flames that devoured the cloak and revealed the identity of her savior.
She dropped to the ground to race over to him as Malfoy fell gracelessly to the ground, his body burned and steaming. The rank smell of burned flesh filled her nostrils as she ran the last few feet to his side.
“Must…get…to…Mungo’s,” he said, before losing consciousness completely.
She shrank the brooms down to fit into her pocket and levitated him to the mouth of the cave, wrapping her arms around him so she could Apparate them both to the wizarding hospital. She prayed to the gods the entire time, hoping that it wasn’t too late.
She would hang around until she knew that he was okay. There was no love lost between them but she felt it was only right to do so. It was the Gryffindor thing to do.
She wanted to believe that with all her heart. Her mind reiterated the unanswered questions that she’d wanted to ask ever since he showed up. How did he know that she was there? Did he know about the chimera before he got there?
Okay, too many unanswered questions. She would have to stay now, staring at the door that the Healers had closed in her face before working on his burns.
Her heart still racing slightly, she sat down with an old copy of Witch Weekly, preparing to wait.
no subject
Date: 2008-05-13 02:25 pm (UTC)