Hermione twisted and thrashed, trying to escape the pain. It was nowhere, but it was everywhere.
"Mudblood!"
The shrill words cut through the pain, finding her ears and driving the white-hot knives deeper.
"Mudblood! Dirty, nasty, Mudblood! Tell me the truth! How did you get into my vault?"
Hermione tried to scream, but no sound came out. Frustrated, terrified, in pain, she threw her limbs about wildly, trying to throw off the curse, tears streaming down her face.
"Hermione! Hermione! Wake up! It's just a dream! Hermione, you're safe!"
The pain was receding. Hermione sucked in deep breaths of cool, sweet air and opened her eye
B is for Bat-Bogey Hex by yellow-tulips, literature
Literature
B is for Bat-Bogey Hex
Ginny was flipping through the library books, searching for a hex that she could use for Lupin's assignment. It was not supposed to be harmful, but rather distract the attacker sufficiently. It could, however, be uncomfortable. Or a spell that facilitated escape. But Ginny preferred a more direct approach. They were supposed to master their spell and write an essay about its uses and disadvantages, difficulty, history, and other interesting facts about it.
After the horror that she had endured the year before, Ginny had discovered a great interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts. &
"Uncle George, you have to tell us!"
He laughed at the expressions on his little niece's faces. They were already as much trouble as he and Fred had been. "Uncle Ron would not be happy."
"But it would be funny."
"Oh, Mols, you are trouble."
"We promise we won't do anything. We're just curious."
Dominique had not been blessed with the degree of ethereal beauty that her mother and sister possessed, but she had more than enough make it completely impossible to deny her what she really wanted. George grinned. It seemed as if his little brother would be mercilessly teased by the next gene