Harry Potter, Paris and the Ghost of the Silver Mirror
A HP Fanfic
Part Number 1
by Maggie
Harry Potter was sitting in History of Magic bored out of his mind. He was taking notes and notes, listening to Professor Binns drone on about Goblin Rebellion after Goblin Rebellion which would supposedly be very helpful in his O.W.Ls when they came. It was a beautiful August day, and the heat had gotten to most of the class, making them so sleepy that it was almost unbearable. Harry glanced out of the window, and gave a start when a large seagull flew into it with an almighty "THWACK". The whole class had nearly fallen asleep with boredom when Professor McGonagall strode into the room, clearing her throat and making them all jump. She was followed by a sleepy-looking girl about their age. Everyone sat up, interested. The girl had shoulder length black hair which was layered and hung loosely, a thin face with very dark features, big purple - purple?!?! - eyes, and very good posture. She wore rectangular glasses which she kept pushing up her nose every few seconds.
"Ahh....Professor McGonagall." said Prof. Binns looking up from his work. "What can I do for you?"
"Well," McGonagall began crisply. "I have a new member for your class. Excuse me, Miss Granger?"
Hermione sat up.
"Could you please look after the new girl until she setles in?" she glanced at a piece of paper. "Paris Francis Kerr-Ramsey."
A few people coughed, hiding sniggers.
"A bit of a mouthful is it not? Paris, Hermione here is the most sensible girl in the class. She will show you the school, and I am postive you will fit in here." She smiled at Paris. "Now, I have to attend to your brother and sisters." She stalked off.
"Take a seat please, Miss Kirk-Ramsey." said Professor Binns.
The new girl slid into a spare seat next to Neville and glanced around at the class, showing no emotion whatsoever.
Prof. Binns continued his lesson, everyone went back into a dazed stupor. Harry went back into his Cho Chang daydream.
After the lesson, Hermione went up to the new girl and introduced herself, Ron and Harry.
Paris looked at her for a second and then thrust her hand out. "I am Paris. Is Hogwarts any good?" Harry didn't recognise her accent at first, it was later that she told them she's moved from Limerick, Ireland.
Hermione and Paris got into a big discussion about the subjects and all the teachers as they walked up and down the corridors. It was quite obvious Paris was quite a bookish person, except not as swotty as Hermione.
"I used to help people with their work to make them like me at my first Muggle Primary school." she said. "But when I started at a magic school, I realised why I'd never fit in with the muggles. And why I kep blowing up so many school blackboards."
A tall pretty blonde whom Harry had never seen in his life stopped Paris and spoke to her excitedly.
"Oh, Paris! How do you like Hogwarts?" she said, smiling sunnily.
"It's OK." said Paris. "What houses is everyone in?"
The girl cleared her throat. "Well, after you left, I got into Gryffindor too! Isn't that great? I just spoke to Ted and he said that he's in Hufflepuff and Nell's in Ravenclaw. I kind of wish we were all in the same House, that would be so fun!"
"Right then. I'll see you later."
"Bye!" the blonde walked off quickly with another 7th year.
"Who was that?" asked Ron unbelievingly.
"Who? Oh - that?" Paris tutted to herself. "My sister, Marion. She's seventeen."
"Your sister?" asked Harry, impressed. "She doesn't look a thing like you!"
"She's so - " said Ron
"Pretty?" Paris finished for him.
"Yeah." he saw the look on Paris' face. "D-don't get me wrong! You are too..."
It was Paris' turn to look embarassed.
"Have you got many brothers and sisters?" asked Hermione, quickly changing the subject.
Paris took a deep breath, as if she'd done this speech a thousand times before. "Marion is my older sister. She's seventeen, a 7th Year. I have a twin brother called Ted. I am ten minutes older than him. My little sister Peronell is eleven, a first Year. My sister Carleen is five and I have a baby brother, Nathan, or Nate, as we call him."
Harry grinned. "Ron here has an extremely large family." he said. "If you see a red-head with a million freckles, they're related to Ron."
Paris smiled, lighting up her whole face. "I saw a couple of red-heads this morning." she said. "Identical twins, quite nice boys. They seemed very interested in Marion."
"Fred and George." said Ron and Harry together.
Hermione had been examining Paris' timetable. "Paris? For one of your subject it says Music."
Paris nodded. "I have a private music tutor. I love music. It's a wonder my parents can afford it, what with the eight of us. All Marion demands is money, money, money, make-up, make-up, make-up. Teddy is more of a stamp-collector."
The bell rang. They started making their way to Herbology with the Hufflepuffs.
"Good, we'll see my brother, Ted." said Paris enthusiastically.
"I love the name Paris," said Hermione.
Paris raised an eyebrow. "You do? I don't. Too French. My parents are French. They went to Beauxbatons. I suppose they thought it was funny, naming me Paris Frances. They were going to call Marion 'Rochelle' as in the town, La Rochelle. But luckily for her, her real mother named her Marion before she was given up."
Harry frowned. "What? Given up?"
Paris smiled. "Marion, Ted, Nell and I are all adopted. We have different parents, which is why we all look different. Well, except me and Ted. Carleen and Nate are my parents' birth children. But Mum and Dad have always been Mum and Dad to me. I've known no other parents."
"Oh, sorry." said Harry awkwardly.
"It's OK. I'm used to it. If you think me and Marion are different, you should see Nell!"
They had reached Herbology. Immediately, a boy with spiky black hair and purple eyes came up to talk to Paris. He was undoubtedly Paris' twin. If Paris had been a boy, she would have looked exactly like Ted, as they were the same height and build. But Ted didn't wear glasses. They got into a discussion about Hogwarts, and comparing it to their last school, St Bullfrog's.
Professor Sprout started putting them into pairs to work together. Ted rushed back to stand with his friends Ernie McMillan and Justin Finch-Fletchley. Paris stood beside Hermione.
***
A week had already passed for Paris. She had already decided her favourite and worst subjects. She was extremely good at Charms and Transfiguration, but didn't know the first thing about Potions and Care of Magical Creatures.
She had met Draco Malfoy who usually had something nasty to say. This time was no exception. Him and Pansy had started calling her Miss France which was very annoying, so Paris had cast a simple body-binding charm on him and got a two-week detention from Snape for that and for rolling her eyes at him. ("Two weeks detention, for your cheek. Just feel lucky it wasn't a month's, girl! Don't expect to be treated differently because you're new!")
Harry, Ron and Hermione had finally met Nell. It was with a gentler voice that Paris spoke to her, asking her if everything was OK. Nell was hanging around with another first year called Manjula who was very quiet herself, which satisfied Paris. Nell was little and chubby, with plaited brown hair, a pale round face and big, gaping blue eyes. Hermione was beginning to get the picture that this family would probably be very strange-looking when all together.
It was on a grey Monday morning that Paris recieved some very tragic news. Everyone was particuarly gloomy that day, as they had double Potions with the Slytherins that day. Harry was just telling Paris about his Aunt and Uncle and the time Hagrid had given Dudley a tail, when a large tawney owl swooped down upon Paris and dropped a letter on her plate. Paris recognised the owl as Rocky, the family owl. The owl had just finished dropping off similar letters to Marion, Ted and Nell.
Paris decided to read the letter after she had finished her cornflakes. Theres nothing one hates more than soggy cornflakes. Something surprising happened. Marion got up out her seat, and rushed to the end of the table, where Paris was seated, her blonde hair flying. Everyone was staring at her; she had tears streaming down her face.
"Whatever is the matter?" asked Paris, alarmed.
"Read it! Read it!" sobbed Marion, covering her face with her hands.
Paris ripped open the letter. She recognised the flowing handwriting as her mother's. "Oh...Marion!" Paris got up and hugged Marion, her eyes red.
"What is it?" said Hermione gently.
"Read it!" sniffed Paris.
Hermione picked up the letter. All it had was a few sentences.
Paris
Nate's been diagnosed with tuberculosis. He may not live.
We will keep you informed.
Look after Nell.
Love,
Mummy and Daddy.
Paris' brother and sister Ted and Nell had come over to the table too. Marion was talking to Nell in a soft voice. Ted was looking grave. Paris rubbed her eyes repeatedly with a tissue.
"What's the matter?" whispered Ron across the table.
"It's her baby brother, Nate. He's ill and might be dying." Hermione whispered back.
"Oh." As Harry looked at Marion, Paris, Ted and Nell, he suddenly yearned for a family as close as that. People like Ron and Paris were lucky - they had family to rely on during the hard times. And he, Harry, had the Dursleys.
Paris couldn't concentrate during Potions. She kept reading the note under the table, until she had memorized it, word for word. She couldn't believe it. She thought of the last time she had seen Nate. He was lying in his cot, like an angel, sucking his thumb. He couldn't die....Paris suddenly wanted to see her parents.
"And I'll take that!" said Snape holding out his hand. Paris was forced to give the letter to him. She wished she'd had time to transfigure it so it read 'Whoever reads this note has an over-large nose and should keep out of my business!'
Snape just read it to himself and handed it back, frowning. "It's confidential." snapped Paris, tossing her head. She didn't really care if she did get another detention, Snape was sticking his nose into her family's business. But Snape just went away to pick on Neville who had managed to glue some weed to his nose.
A HP Fanfic
Part Number 1
by Maggie
Harry Potter was sitting in History of Magic bored out of his mind. He was taking notes and notes, listening to Professor Binns drone on about Goblin Rebellion after Goblin Rebellion which would supposedly be very helpful in his O.W.Ls when they came. It was a beautiful August day, and the heat had gotten to most of the class, making them so sleepy that it was almost unbearable. Harry glanced out of the window, and gave a start when a large seagull flew into it with an almighty "THWACK". The whole class had nearly fallen asleep with boredom when Professor McGonagall strode into the room, clearing her throat and making them all jump. She was followed by a sleepy-looking girl about their age. Everyone sat up, interested. The girl had shoulder length black hair which was layered and hung loosely, a thin face with very dark features, big purple - purple?!?! - eyes, and very good posture. She wore rectangular glasses which she kept pushing up her nose every few seconds.
"Ahh....Professor McGonagall." said Prof. Binns looking up from his work. "What can I do for you?"
"Well," McGonagall began crisply. "I have a new member for your class. Excuse me, Miss Granger?"
Hermione sat up.
"Could you please look after the new girl until she setles in?" she glanced at a piece of paper. "Paris Francis Kerr-Ramsey."
A few people coughed, hiding sniggers.
"A bit of a mouthful is it not? Paris, Hermione here is the most sensible girl in the class. She will show you the school, and I am postive you will fit in here." She smiled at Paris. "Now, I have to attend to your brother and sisters." She stalked off.
"Take a seat please, Miss Kirk-Ramsey." said Professor Binns.
The new girl slid into a spare seat next to Neville and glanced around at the class, showing no emotion whatsoever.
Prof. Binns continued his lesson, everyone went back into a dazed stupor. Harry went back into his Cho Chang daydream.
After the lesson, Hermione went up to the new girl and introduced herself, Ron and Harry.
Paris looked at her for a second and then thrust her hand out. "I am Paris. Is Hogwarts any good?" Harry didn't recognise her accent at first, it was later that she told them she's moved from Limerick, Ireland.
Hermione and Paris got into a big discussion about the subjects and all the teachers as they walked up and down the corridors. It was quite obvious Paris was quite a bookish person, except not as swotty as Hermione.
"I used to help people with their work to make them like me at my first Muggle Primary school." she said. "But when I started at a magic school, I realised why I'd never fit in with the muggles. And why I kep blowing up so many school blackboards."
A tall pretty blonde whom Harry had never seen in his life stopped Paris and spoke to her excitedly.
"Oh, Paris! How do you like Hogwarts?" she said, smiling sunnily.
"It's OK." said Paris. "What houses is everyone in?"
The girl cleared her throat. "Well, after you left, I got into Gryffindor too! Isn't that great? I just spoke to Ted and he said that he's in Hufflepuff and Nell's in Ravenclaw. I kind of wish we were all in the same House, that would be so fun!"
"Right then. I'll see you later."
"Bye!" the blonde walked off quickly with another 7th year.
"Who was that?" asked Ron unbelievingly.
"Who? Oh - that?" Paris tutted to herself. "My sister, Marion. She's seventeen."
"Your sister?" asked Harry, impressed. "She doesn't look a thing like you!"
"She's so - " said Ron
"Pretty?" Paris finished for him.
"Yeah." he saw the look on Paris' face. "D-don't get me wrong! You are too..."
It was Paris' turn to look embarassed.
"Have you got many brothers and sisters?" asked Hermione, quickly changing the subject.
Paris took a deep breath, as if she'd done this speech a thousand times before. "Marion is my older sister. She's seventeen, a 7th Year. I have a twin brother called Ted. I am ten minutes older than him. My little sister Peronell is eleven, a first Year. My sister Carleen is five and I have a baby brother, Nathan, or Nate, as we call him."
Harry grinned. "Ron here has an extremely large family." he said. "If you see a red-head with a million freckles, they're related to Ron."
Paris smiled, lighting up her whole face. "I saw a couple of red-heads this morning." she said. "Identical twins, quite nice boys. They seemed very interested in Marion."
"Fred and George." said Ron and Harry together.
Hermione had been examining Paris' timetable. "Paris? For one of your subject it says Music."
Paris nodded. "I have a private music tutor. I love music. It's a wonder my parents can afford it, what with the eight of us. All Marion demands is money, money, money, make-up, make-up, make-up. Teddy is more of a stamp-collector."
The bell rang. They started making their way to Herbology with the Hufflepuffs.
"Good, we'll see my brother, Ted." said Paris enthusiastically.
"I love the name Paris," said Hermione.
Paris raised an eyebrow. "You do? I don't. Too French. My parents are French. They went to Beauxbatons. I suppose they thought it was funny, naming me Paris Frances. They were going to call Marion 'Rochelle' as in the town, La Rochelle. But luckily for her, her real mother named her Marion before she was given up."
Harry frowned. "What? Given up?"
Paris smiled. "Marion, Ted, Nell and I are all adopted. We have different parents, which is why we all look different. Well, except me and Ted. Carleen and Nate are my parents' birth children. But Mum and Dad have always been Mum and Dad to me. I've known no other parents."
"Oh, sorry." said Harry awkwardly.
"It's OK. I'm used to it. If you think me and Marion are different, you should see Nell!"
They had reached Herbology. Immediately, a boy with spiky black hair and purple eyes came up to talk to Paris. He was undoubtedly Paris' twin. If Paris had been a boy, she would have looked exactly like Ted, as they were the same height and build. But Ted didn't wear glasses. They got into a discussion about Hogwarts, and comparing it to their last school, St Bullfrog's.
Professor Sprout started putting them into pairs to work together. Ted rushed back to stand with his friends Ernie McMillan and Justin Finch-Fletchley. Paris stood beside Hermione.
***
A week had already passed for Paris. She had already decided her favourite and worst subjects. She was extremely good at Charms and Transfiguration, but didn't know the first thing about Potions and Care of Magical Creatures.
She had met Draco Malfoy who usually had something nasty to say. This time was no exception. Him and Pansy had started calling her Miss France which was very annoying, so Paris had cast a simple body-binding charm on him and got a two-week detention from Snape for that and for rolling her eyes at him. ("Two weeks detention, for your cheek. Just feel lucky it wasn't a month's, girl! Don't expect to be treated differently because you're new!")
Harry, Ron and Hermione had finally met Nell. It was with a gentler voice that Paris spoke to her, asking her if everything was OK. Nell was hanging around with another first year called Manjula who was very quiet herself, which satisfied Paris. Nell was little and chubby, with plaited brown hair, a pale round face and big, gaping blue eyes. Hermione was beginning to get the picture that this family would probably be very strange-looking when all together.
It was on a grey Monday morning that Paris recieved some very tragic news. Everyone was particuarly gloomy that day, as they had double Potions with the Slytherins that day. Harry was just telling Paris about his Aunt and Uncle and the time Hagrid had given Dudley a tail, when a large tawney owl swooped down upon Paris and dropped a letter on her plate. Paris recognised the owl as Rocky, the family owl. The owl had just finished dropping off similar letters to Marion, Ted and Nell.
Paris decided to read the letter after she had finished her cornflakes. Theres nothing one hates more than soggy cornflakes. Something surprising happened. Marion got up out her seat, and rushed to the end of the table, where Paris was seated, her blonde hair flying. Everyone was staring at her; she had tears streaming down her face.
"Whatever is the matter?" asked Paris, alarmed.
"Read it! Read it!" sobbed Marion, covering her face with her hands.
Paris ripped open the letter. She recognised the flowing handwriting as her mother's. "Oh...Marion!" Paris got up and hugged Marion, her eyes red.
"What is it?" said Hermione gently.
"Read it!" sniffed Paris.
Hermione picked up the letter. All it had was a few sentences.
Paris
Nate's been diagnosed with tuberculosis. He may not live.
We will keep you informed.
Look after Nell.
Love,
Mummy and Daddy.
Paris' brother and sister Ted and Nell had come over to the table too. Marion was talking to Nell in a soft voice. Ted was looking grave. Paris rubbed her eyes repeatedly with a tissue.
"What's the matter?" whispered Ron across the table.
"It's her baby brother, Nate. He's ill and might be dying." Hermione whispered back.
"Oh." As Harry looked at Marion, Paris, Ted and Nell, he suddenly yearned for a family as close as that. People like Ron and Paris were lucky - they had family to rely on during the hard times. And he, Harry, had the Dursleys.
Paris couldn't concentrate during Potions. She kept reading the note under the table, until she had memorized it, word for word. She couldn't believe it. She thought of the last time she had seen Nate. He was lying in his cot, like an angel, sucking his thumb. He couldn't die....Paris suddenly wanted to see her parents.
"And I'll take that!" said Snape holding out his hand. Paris was forced to give the letter to him. She wished she'd had time to transfigure it so it read 'Whoever reads this note has an over-large nose and should keep out of my business!'
Snape just read it to himself and handed it back, frowning. "It's confidential." snapped Paris, tossing her head. She didn't really care if she did get another detention, Snape was sticking his nose into her family's business. But Snape just went away to pick on Neville who had managed to glue some weed to his nose.