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Title: Wolf Girl
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Pairings: Parvati/Lavender
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: She doesn't want anyone to see this part of her.
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100's Challenge #410/#405.
She holds her head high and pretends like it doesn’t bother her. That she can’t see the stares and that the whispers and the insults don’t reach her ears. They probably wouldn’t have, a few weeks ago, but her senses are sharper now. She pretends it doesn’t hurt when her friends flinch away from her newly yellow eyes, and she learns to always hide her smile behind her hand so that no one sees her fangs. She doesn’t let anyone see her cry. Not even Parvati, whose smile fades a little more each day.
She transforms, hidden, in the Shrieking Shack. She screams as her bones break and reform, and howls in rage and pain all night, awaking cold and groggy next to a large stain that’s all that remains of Snape.
The door creaks open, and she looks up, expecting Madame Pomfrey. She gets Parvati, holding a small case of potions under her arm and some spare robes. Lavender whines, sounding more like the wolf than the girl; she never wanted Parvati to see this.
Parvati kneels next to her, stroking fingers through her hair, and leans down to kiss her. “No more pretending,” she whispers. “Not with me.”
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Pairings: Parvati/Lavender
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: She doesn't want anyone to see this part of her.
Author's Notes: Written for
femslash100's Challenge #410/#405.She holds her head high and pretends like it doesn’t bother her. That she can’t see the stares and that the whispers and the insults don’t reach her ears. They probably wouldn’t have, a few weeks ago, but her senses are sharper now. She pretends it doesn’t hurt when her friends flinch away from her newly yellow eyes, and she learns to always hide her smile behind her hand so that no one sees her fangs. She doesn’t let anyone see her cry. Not even Parvati, whose smile fades a little more each day.
She transforms, hidden, in the Shrieking Shack. She screams as her bones break and reform, and howls in rage and pain all night, awaking cold and groggy next to a large stain that’s all that remains of Snape.
The door creaks open, and she looks up, expecting Madame Pomfrey. She gets Parvati, holding a small case of potions under her arm and some spare robes. Lavender whines, sounding more like the wolf than the girl; she never wanted Parvati to see this.
Parvati kneels next to her, stroking fingers through her hair, and leans down to kiss her. “No more pretending,” she whispers. “Not with me.”
