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Camelopard Dreams	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 4043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Camelopard Dreams
Chapter One—True Sight
“Watch out, Madam Weasley.”
Ginny nodded to show she appreciated the warning, but she didn’t have to lift her robes out of the way of the spreading pool of blood. She had long since shortened her robes and slit them up the sides so she could move more easily. She strode into the front room of the manor house and glanced once around.
Once was enough to let her see the etched patterns of blood on the wall, and the enormous pawprints crushed into the carpet—well, half of them were pawprints, which was part of the problem—and the body sprawled on the floor as though the woman had been racing towards her wand. The wand was on the desk. The front of the desk, and the papers on it, were all covered with blood. Since Ginny had a reputation for figuring out things from undisturbed crimes, the Aurors hadn’t moved in yet to look through the papers and try to figure out if there was a clue there, but Ginny knew they were itching to.
Time to get to it, then.
Ginny touched her wand once to her eyes. “Aspectus verus,” she whispered, and kept them closed for a count of three heartbeats. Then she opened them again.
The room was filled with softly moving shadows, shadows of past and future. The woman lunged for the desk, and yes, there was a beast behind her, something rising on its hind legs as it kicked and battered at her. Ginny could see, only for a moment, the spotted flanks, the way its mouth opened in a bellow, how its horned head turned—
And the vision vanished. But Ginny had seen one shadow in a corner, one that opened her mouth and lifted a hand as if to command the beast to stop. It was a woman with soft blond hair and a strange, distant expression in her blue eyes. Listening to music that wasn’t there, Ginny had once heard someone say.
“Madam Weasley? Did you find something?”
Ginny sighed and massaged her face for a moment. She was back in the real world now, the one moment of True Sight vanished from her eyes. She nodded and said, “Yes. I think there’s someone who will be here soon, someone important to the case.”
Polite skepticism from the Aurors behind her. Ginny had learned to identify it without even turning around .They accepted her past visions, but not the future ones. For now, she didn’t try to change it. She just moved carefully around the outside of the murder scene and located a pair of round prints near the woman’s body. She nodded. Hooves.
Hooves. And paws.
And even though she didn’t recognize the beast, she knew she had seen only one, and not two working together. That was just another reason to involve the person she had seen standing here in the future.
“I’m going to contact Luna Lovegood,” said Ginny then, and heard the murmurs become ones of approval. They knew a magical creature had been here, if not what it was any more than Ginny did, and they knew Luna studied them. So they would think it was a good idea whether they believed her visions or not.
Ginny looked back at the patch of wall she had seen Luna standing in front of, and shivered a little. The look in Luna’s eyes in that vision had been one Ginny had seen in them before, nothing all that unusual.
But the way she had had her hand raised…
It could have been to beckon something forwards. Or ward it off from her.
Swallowing back the queasiness that still assaulted her sometimes, Ginny left the room and let herself take a deep breath for the first time in twenty minutes.
*
“Ginny? Are you all right? You look as though you’ve seen—another body.”
Ginny smiled at her mother. She had been just sitting down in front of her fireplace to Floo Luna when her mother had Flooed her instead. “That’s what it was, Mum. A bad one. Some kind of magical creature.” She wouldn’t go into more detail than that. Molly never wanted to know more. “So I’m contacting Luna. I hope she can help me research which one it is.”
“Oh,” said Molly, a little fretfully, and pulled at her hair. “I—wanted to know if you would come to dinner this weekend, Ginny.” She hesitated again, and then plunged forwards. “Harry’s going to be there, you know.” The horrible thing said, she leaned in to study Ginny’s reaction.
“That’s interesting, Mum. I have you have fun.”
“Ginny—”
“I’ll come to dinner if you don’t expect me to talk to Harry about dating, or make a promise to meet him somewhere, or talk about grandchildren,” Ginny interrupted. “I’m not interested in having children, Mum. At least not right now. And not with Harry.” Ever, she added silently.
“But why?”
As she had done on previous occasions, Ginny weighed the merits of telling her mother about the way she stared at other women, and the way she woke from dreams of long hair whispering across her face and breasts pressed against her own. But she didn’t know how to explain it in a quick conversation like this. She wanted it to be its own, separate subject, not an addendum to the old issue of having grandchildren for her mother.
“Why do you want more grandkids?” Ginny asked instead. “I mean, you have Bill and Fleur’s three, and George has Fred with another one on the way, and Percy’s wife is pregnant—”
“That’s not the same as you starting your family, Ginny,” Molly interrupted, her face eager. “To see my little girl with her own little girl or boy—of course I want that! Every mother wants that!”
Ginny knew women who didn’t. Women who were happy to have grandchildren from only a few kids, or just one. Andromeda Tonks, for example. She was insanely happy to have Teddy, but that was partially because her own daughter was dead. Ginny knew her own mother would never have understood the choice to have just one child in the first place, instead of seven.
“I’m not interested,” Ginny said again.
“But everyone was looking forward to seeing you—”
“You can tell them hello for me.”
Molly gave a slight sigh. “We never see you anymore, Ginny. You’re always so busy working that job of yours.”
“And I’m happy to work it,” said Ginny firmly.
“But then you say things like how bad the blood is.” Molly leaned forwards and lowered her voice. “Have you seen the way Harry is growing up, Ginny? He won’t be available for much longer. I know he’s still interested because he always asks about you, but that doesn’t mean he won’t get snapped up by someone else. And he wants children. He might not be willing to wait as long as you need him to.”
“I’m never going to get back together with Harry, Mum.”
“But why not? You were so perfect for each other—”
“I have to go, Mum, if I want to try and catch Luna at home,” said Ginny firmly, and shut the Floo connection even though it was rude. But damn it, she didn’t want this to dwindle into yet another conversation about how she should have children. She was starting to understand why Charlie, who didn’t want to have them either, had moved to Romania the instant he had a chance.
On the other hand, I don’t think Charlie dreams about men.
Ginny closed her eyes and spent a moment meditating to drive those unhelpful thoughts out of her head. She’d got good at that. It was the only way to sleep without nightmares after some of the things she’d seen.
Then she shook her head and cast some more Floo powder into the fire, and said, “Shadow Hall!”
For a moment, the flames swirled as if they didn’t want to connect her, and Ginny had to wince as she thought Luna might have gone on another of her expeditions hunting rare magical creatures, or gone out early to teach one of her classes. Then the flames cleared, and there was Luna’s green face, peering at her expectantly.
“I was just thinking of you, Ginny.”
“You were?” Ginny wondered for a second if she’d heard about the case and been expecting a Floo call, but being Luna, she got a serious nod and another explanation.
“You have so many ties to the Howling Wastelands. And they’ve been particularly active tonight. I was going to Floo you and see if you knew why so many winds are passing through our world from theirs.”
This was the first time Ginny had heard about the Howling Wastelands, although she’d heard about some of the others often enough to know how to respond. She just thought about it this time, trying to puzzle out a way to connect Luna’s riddles to reality, and then shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh.”
No one could look as profoundly disappointed as Luna. Ginny spoke before she could consider bringing it up diplomatically. “I think there’s a strange magical creature killing people. Could you come investigate it with me?”
Luna immediately sat up, and her focus sharpened so intently that Ginny felt a little pang of longing. But Luna only cared about magical creatures, and never recognized even a direct hint. So Ginny just answered her questions.
“How many people has it killed?”
“Just the one that we know of.”
“Was it accompanied by Wrackspurts?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“What kind of signs did it leave?”
Here, Ginny got to describe the spotted hide and horned head in the vision, and the odd mixture of pawprints and hoofprints on the floor. Luna sat up more and more, and didn’t interrupt, which was more than unusual. Ginny finished slowly, unsure whether she wanted to know what was behind that silence or not.
“I think I know what it is,” Luna whispered. “But I’ll summon the Nargles if I talk about it anywhere other than the house. Can you get me there?”
Ginny stared. She’d thought Luna would want to go tomorrow at the earliest, and she’d certainly let the Aurors do all the cleaning and repairing they wanted to. They’d have guards on the house by now, anyway, to make sure that thrill-seekers and Dark wizards wanting to collect “souvenirs” didn’t disturb it. “Now?”
“Of course now. Would I have asked now if I didn’t mean tonight?”
Ginny gave up on explaining some of the more delicate nuances of conversation to Luna, just as she had before, and simply nodded. “I know a way. Can you come through so I can Apparate us both?”
Luna didn’t even bother replying. The fire changed around the shape of her head, and Ginny barely had the opportunity to scramble out of the way before Luna was tumbling over the hearth and coming to her feet. Her hair blew around her as if in a wind that she was the only one to feel.
Then again, being the only one to feel a wind wasn’t special after she was the only one to see most of the things she talked about. Ginny nodded and stood up, holding out her hand. “Thank you, Luna.”
“Why would you need to thank me?”
Luna’s astonishment was complete and genuine. Ginny turned away to hide her smile, and said, “If you’ll come with me?”
They walked out to the Apparition point in front of the house. Luna was darting little looks at Ginny as she went. Ginny frowned. Most of the time, Luna was open about staring at people and pronouncing her thoughts on them. These sideways looks were a bad sign.
“Is something wrong?” Ginny finally asked, as she turned and held out an arm to her. They were in the middle of a small, shadowed street in Hogsmeade, and this late, everyone had their shutters or curtains closed.
“You’re troubled, and I wish there was some way I could help.”
Ginny lowered her eyes and swallowed. “Just a little argument with my family,” she said lightly. She didn’t like to specify it was with her mum, since Luna didn’t even have a mum to argue with anymore. “Thanks, though, Luna.”
“I know a draught I could—”
“Not unless you know one that could change her essential nature,” Ginny said harshly, and then winced. So much for keeping it secret that it was her mum.
“I know one like that, too. I’d make it for you.”
Luna was shorter than Ginny, but her stare was fierce and absolutely level. Ginny had to stare back. She hadn’t heard Luna threaten anyone since a case she’d hired her to consult on a few years ago, when an Auror had shoved Ginny out of the way with a boot in her arse and Luna had explained, with her wand to his throat, what kind of condition his body would appear in if that happened again.
Both times, it was for me.
But that made far too much chaos open in her stomach for Ginny to endure right now, so she just gave Luna a strained smile and said, “Thanks,” and Apparated them while Luna still had her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say something else.
The world blinked around them and righted itself. Ginny turned forwards.
Luna gave a sharp cry and pulled on her arm, tumbling her to the ground and, unfortunately, pinning her wand. That was the only warning Ginny had before yellow eyes glowed at her and something sailed overhead with a heavy snarl.
It landed on the other side of her, and Luna made a shrill sound.
Only the remembrance that she’d seen Luna standing inside the house, and so they had to survive this, let Ginny not panic when she turned around and saw Luna lying motionless on the ground, blood spreading dark around her in the starlight, outlining the pawprints of the creature as it bolted away down the street.
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