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The Moon and The Flower	By : LadyMoon Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3877 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter or the characters. I do not make any money from this fanfic

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A/N: Here is chapter three. I do realize that a lot of people do NOT really care for Pansy because they see her as a clingy bitch that hung all over Draco. Honestly, what girl in their right mind WOULDN'T be a leech with him? Just shows that she had good taste. As far as her wanting to turn Harry in, she was a scared teenager and it's not like they were friends. But if you watch the movie, if you look closely she is standing in the background with the others looking worse for wear. Anyways, hope you enjoy.

Warnings: None but some language.

Chapter Three

Draco snarled at the student that had no idea who he was bumping into. What the hell was the rush? It was only breakfast. What he really wanted to know was what had crawled up Zambini’s arse? The prick had gotten snarky even after winning the bet. After getting some pussy the bastard had been terribly cranky. The slag must have been really loose. Speaking of which, the grumpy git was trailing behind. He’d just wait and ask him about it later.

"Hey, watch it!" Another student rushed by him. The blasted doors were right there, were they serving virgins? Great, someone was screaming. Or was it more than one person? Was all the sausage gone? He grumbled under his breath as he skirted past an ugly unknown girl that was lingering in the doorways. Bloody hell, students were crowded around for some reason. Before he could take another step someone slammed into him. Arms were around his waist and sobbing could be heard beneath his chin.

"It can’t be her, Please do something." Daphne didn’t care if sobbing uncontrollably wasn’t very fitting for someone with her upbringing. This couldn’t be happening, the war was over. It had to be some terrible mistake. "Please tell them it isn’t her."

"Her? What in the bloody hell are you blabbing about? What is going on here?" He carefully peeled the arms from around his torso to get a better view of what was happening in the center. Was that Weaslette crying? Who else with red hair would have her head buried in Potter’s chest? Potter was crying? Granger was going along with the scene. Did one of the proud Gryffindors get attacked? Then why was Daphne upset? He skirted around Weasley, who was tending to his crying girlfriend. The screeching was coming from Longbottom, who was being held back by several students. What the hell? He could make out the Head Mistress and several teachers standing around. Was that a bloody hand?

"No, ye don’t need to be seeing this Mr. Malfoy." Hagrid reached out to grab an elbow but the boy swiftly yanked it out of reach. "Let em handle things."

"What? Is that Lovegood? Who else is th.." No, that couldn’t be right. It wasn’t her. Draco glanced over to see his off and on girlfriend break down as Poppy moved away shaking her head. It was hard to see anything with all the blood but he knew that face. "No, what did you do?"

"There, let em handle it. Come, boy," Hagrid grunted when the flailing elbow connected with his gut. He knew it had to hurt, but they needed to be seen to. His own heart was aching seeing the pale girl lying so lifeless. His eyes pricked hearing the sobs coming from the Malfoy heir. He knew the boy was human despite his upbringing but hearing the lad weeping seemed to have the wrong effect. Several others began to release the anguish being contained. There was a startled cry from the doorway, "If someone would be kind enough to grab Mr. Zambini."

Minerva managed to wipe the moisture before turning to the students. Whoever had done the deed had made sure the two would be found by other students. Was it a warning? As much as she longed to grieve over the blonde that she had been fond of she had a responsibility to the rest of the students. She turned to speak to the new D.A.D.A professor. "Mr. Weasley, would you please head to my office and contact the Ministry. Inform them that two students have been murdered. I’ll also need to ensure that all students immediately head back to the dorms until we know what we are dealing with. We can’t move them until the Aurors arrive. Their families will have to be contacted also."

The Head Mistress turned to the many that had already converged to see what was taking place. Such a horrible thing to see. She didn’t bother wiping away the tear that appeared noticing the effect it was already having. Hagrid had released Mr. Malfoy to allow him to help contain his fellow classmate. "I must insist that all of you return to your rooms immediately. We shall take care of Ms. Lovegood and Ms. Parkinson."

Hermione stood when the Head Mistress came into the room. It wasn’t good if the Aurors had been called. Were they really gone? She hadn’t really cared for Pansy but Luna was their friend. She couldn’t discount the other victim. Several Slytherins were also waiting for news, all of them crying. It pained her to see the normally quiet Zambini weeping. Draco was actually showing some compassion by trying his best to comfort his friend. "What is going on? Do they know what is wrong with them?"

"I’m afraid that I can’t tell you Ms. Granger. It’s best if you do not know." Minerva didn’t think they needed to hear the details. She was having a hard time digesting what had been done to those poor girls. What kind of monster would torture the innocent?

"Can’t or won’t? I think I speak for everyone here. We have a right to know what is going on. They were our friends, we deserve to know what has happened to them. We aren’t children anymore." They had come through a war. If someone was attacking students then they had a right to know. Hermione was sure that the others wanted to know who had hurt them. If Harry wasn’t busy breaking down with Ginny then he’d be up here making the same demands. "Please, tell us."

"Very well, but what I am about to tell you does not leave this room. It’s bad enough that I had to be told but if you insist on hearing the truth, then so be it." She looked over to the three Slytherins that had come along. It just went to prove that being in the purest house couldn’t protect all from the evils of the world. "I’m afraid that an autopsy had to be performed on both. They believed it to be a dark curse, one I’d never heard of. Yet, they could find no actual proof of magic being performed on either girl. Upon closer inspection it appears that someone or something destroyed their organs. I’m afraid to say they died of a broken heart, literally. There wasn’t much left of it. They are at a loss as to who, how, or why. An investigation will begin shortly. Their parents have already arrived. You’ll be the first to be informed of the burial arrangements."

There was dirt in her mouth! Luna wasn’t one to panic, usually. Finding herself trapped inside the wooden box had every instinct screaming to be released. Her hands slammed into the wood repeatedly. The splintering of the coffin echoed in the cramped space. Cold, wet dirt fell all over her as the boards were yanked apart. Clawing at an odd angle she dug, wiggling the best she could without getting dirt in her nose. The second her fingers burst through to find air she doubled her efforts. Screeching was made out as she pulled her top half out into the open.

"There you are! I’ve been walking around this blasted place for ten minutes. Can you believe this?" Pansy indicated towards the headstone then towards herself. How could this have happened? She didn’t deserve this! How could her mother do this to her? She knew she was a disappointment but this was going too far, even for that old bat. "Do you see what has happened to me?"

"You look okay to me. Can you help?" Luna eyed the brunette. There wasn’t much out of the ordinary considering they should have died. Why was she in the dirt? And the cemetery? She could clearly remember the pain until everything had gone dark. "What is wrong?"

"First, try leaping out." That said, the blonde sprang from the grave without any difficulty. Pansy had realized something was off the moment she had woken up. Not only was she in a casket but she had been buried with her Great-Aunt Maggie. The woman had smelt like raw meat on a live day. Couldn’t they have gone against tradition and gotten her a tomb of her own? Not lie her down to rest with other people. Enchanted glass or not, waking up next to a rotting skeleton had freaked her out. She didn’t ponder to think on why she’d been able to see through the glass, that should have normally prevented anything from seeing inside. What bothered her was something even more detestable. "No, I am not alright. Do you see this? Look at what I’m wearing! Of all the things to put on my body. That mother of mine had the nerve to put me in this tragedy."

"It’s not that bad, just a little flowery." She kind of liked it. Luna looked down at the sleek black gown she was wearing. It was form fitting and flowed easily. Very similar to what her own mother had been put to rest in.

"Fuck off, yours is decent. I wanted people to mourn at my funeral, not pity my outfit. Why are we alive?" She’d find out why then pay her dear Mum a visit. Haunt her and ask what was she thinking.

"You’re not," the voice spoke from behind a statue of the Holy Mother. A blonde woman wearing tight fitting leather came out. "You may call me Marta."

"Marta, I’m Luna."

"Listen bitch, I don’t care who you are. You’re a nutter. If we aren’t alive then please explain why we are walking around." Pansy wasn’t about to have this nut job tell her that she was dead. Dead people didn’t breath or have a pulse. See, she had a pulse. A very slow pulse but it was there.

"Alright, let me correct my statement. You are neither dead or alive. You are caught somewhere between both states. You have become the creature known as a Banshee or as muggles like to call us, a Shrew. You were cursed, no?"

She knew that term. It was one of the creatures her father had once done an article on. "Aren’t the Banshee like vampires? Dad once did a report on a victim. He swore that he was attacked by a beautiful woman during the day. They discarded the attack because it was during the day and there was no wound."

"We share but one trait with them. That is the need for fresh blood in order to survive. Unlike our brethren, we can only drink the blood of males. After all, it was a male that brought about our change."

"Didn’t that fool Lockfart say something about vanquishing a Banshee?" Pansy was sure the prick had mentioned it during class. Boasting about his ridiculous smile. There was no way she was such a creature. She was human, a witch.

"He wishes. That idiot wouldn’t know the difference between our kind and a vampire. Let us walk while I explain what has happened." Marta was glad that both seemed inclined to follow. "But first, let us fix that slight disturbance. Can’t have others knowing that you are no longer resting." Without waving a wand, the dirt replaced itself. "First, you are to know that not just any witch can be cursed. She has to be very powerful, strong enough to contain the magic that keeps us alive. The witch must also be pure. Which is quite ironic considering our nature after death. Only after meeting these requirements can the witch be found longing for an unrequited love. Since you are both here, I take it that those you loved weren’t capable of love."

"Oh, he was capable of loving. He just had a problem of doing it with every piece of arse but mine." She was sure he hadn’t bothered to take a night out of his shagging to realize that she’d been found discarded. "How long were we buried anyways?"

"One month. From moon to moon, as to allow your bodies to complete the change. There aren’t any changes in your outward appearances so looking won’t convince you. If being buried for dead isn’t enough to do so already. Soon enough your body will begin to feel the hunger." Marta reached out to grab both wrists before traveling by apparation.

Whoa, that was unexpected. Luna stumbled as they appeared in a forest. What were they doing here? She was curious as to what else would change. If she had been buried then her father believed her to be dead. Would she be allowed to speak to him again? "Um, since we aren’t really dead are we allowed to contact anyone we knew?"

"That would be up to you. As long as you know that if you endanger our coven then you will be banished. Society frowns upon vampires and werewolves. How do you think your presence would be taken? We are safe because we are few and don’t do anything to draw attention to our kind. Besides having fools like that Lickdick publishing stories on us being raging monsters. It is true that we feed off males but we don’t need to kill. We aren’t vampires. Walking in the sunlight will not kill you. The only advice I can give is, Don’t lose your head.’ You will learn all you need to know upon arriving. I’m sure you are wanting to see those you left behind but we are going to insist that you remain behind to train."

They watched as the older woman brought them to a path. Before them was nothing but a vacant field. Marta bit down upon a finger then pointed it forward. The air rippled, revealing a massive gated structure. The grand estate appeared out of nowhere. "Come, welcome to our coven."

Please read and review..... And before I get a review saying I made a mistake because Pansy read about a married witch being cursed by the same mirror. I did not. If read then it is said that this witch saw her husband's brother in the mirror, indicating thats who she was in love with. Aka an arranged marriage in which she loved one brother and got saddled with the other, so she did not give him his rights. Thanks and please vote or review.
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