Harry Potter, Paris and The Ghost of the Silver Mirror
A HP Fanfic
Part 2
By Maggie
Dear Vonda, 23rd September
I don't know where to start. I got a letter this morning. From Mummy. Nate's been diagnosed with Tuberculosis. He migh t be dying. He is very likely to be dying. I read up on Tuberculosis in the library. Oh, Vonda, I just want to pack my things, my cat Midnight, steal a broom and fly home to Nate. I wonder how he is now...a lot of things could have happened in twelve hours. Maybe tonight at midnight I can borrow a broomstick, fly to the nearest Muggle town and phone them from there. That would be quicker than sending an owl....on second thoughts, no. I might be expelled and Mummy will be heartbroken if that happens. I suppose I'd better fill you in. I haven't written in my diary since the night before starting Hogwarts. I'm in Gryffindor. So's Marion. Nell's in Ravenclaw (that's for the smart kids! Mummy will be proud) and Ted's in Hufflepuff. No Slytherins, good. My new best friends are Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Even now, I can hear Hermione turning in her sleep. I kind of fancy Harry, but he has his sights on a 6th Year Ravenclaw. Oh well, Hogwarts has plenty of boys. I suppose at this point I might ask how you are. I'm sure I would, if you were real and not a - a - book. Jeezy peeps, I am a sad case, talking to a book. I wonder what one of those diaries that write back would be like. Harry told me all about Tom Riddle's diary. You-know-who's, I mean.
Wow, for a second I forgot about Nate. That's it. I'm flying to the nearest Muggle village. I trust Dad still has his telephone plugged in. I will take you with me.
Love,
Paris Frances Kerr-Ramsey
Vonda,
Sorry if my writing seems so untidy. I'm on a bloody bus!! Yes, a Muggle bus. Rennies buses. My broom broke down and left me on a road. I wandered on a bit until I found a busstop. Lucky that my Dad gave me some Muggle money in case of emergency. Midnight is here. At least she's a cat, not an owl. Then I'd be getting some weird looks! At least I took my robes off. God, what am I doing? How will I get back to school? It's one o'clock in the morning. I have six hours to get back. Oh I have to get off now!
Paris
Dear Vonda,
I just phoned Daddy from a phonebox. Nate's dying. Daddy's apparating here in five minutes so he can take me back to school. I am just sitting here on the grass. These weird hippies just went past me, asking me for cash. I said no and one of them dived at me. I blasted him back with my wand and they ran away.
Love,
Paris.
Dear Vonda, 24th September
I'm back at Hogwarts. By floo powder. Hermione was looking for me, Vonda. She was about to tell a teacher. I just said I'd been sleepwalking. I could tell she didn't believe me. I was dressed and my clothes were sooty. So I told her the truth. I showed her some photos of Nate, Carleen and Mummy and Daddy. Daddy said he'd tell Marion, Nell and Ted about Nate by sending them an owl. I'm glad I don't have to do it. I wanted to see Mummy again. She must be terrible. I have to get to sleep now, it's almost 12, and I lost a lot of sleep last night. I'll write tomorrow. And I'll write home.
Love,
PFKR
Dear Vonda, 29th September
It's been five days. Nathan Jordan Kerr-Ramsey died this morning. We're getting Friday Wednesday off so we can attend the funeral. Ahh well...I'll write home...
You know me now
A HP Fanfic
Part 2
By Maggie
Dear Vonda, 23rd September
I don't know where to start. I got a letter this morning. From Mummy. Nate's been diagnosed with Tuberculosis. He migh t be dying. He is very likely to be dying. I read up on Tuberculosis in the library. Oh, Vonda, I just want to pack my things, my cat Midnight, steal a broom and fly home to Nate. I wonder how he is now...a lot of things could have happened in twelve hours. Maybe tonight at midnight I can borrow a broomstick, fly to the nearest Muggle town and phone them from there. That would be quicker than sending an owl....on second thoughts, no. I might be expelled and Mummy will be heartbroken if that happens. I suppose I'd better fill you in. I haven't written in my diary since the night before starting Hogwarts. I'm in Gryffindor. So's Marion. Nell's in Ravenclaw (that's for the smart kids! Mummy will be proud) and Ted's in Hufflepuff. No Slytherins, good. My new best friends are Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Even now, I can hear Hermione turning in her sleep. I kind of fancy Harry, but he has his sights on a 6th Year Ravenclaw. Oh well, Hogwarts has plenty of boys. I suppose at this point I might ask how you are. I'm sure I would, if you were real and not a - a - book. Jeezy peeps, I am a sad case, talking to a book. I wonder what one of those diaries that write back would be like. Harry told me all about Tom Riddle's diary. You-know-who's, I mean.
Wow, for a second I forgot about Nate. That's it. I'm flying to the nearest Muggle village. I trust Dad still has his telephone plugged in. I will take you with me.
Love,
Paris Frances Kerr-Ramsey
Vonda,
Sorry if my writing seems so untidy. I'm on a bloody bus!! Yes, a Muggle bus. Rennies buses. My broom broke down and left me on a road. I wandered on a bit until I found a busstop. Lucky that my Dad gave me some Muggle money in case of emergency. Midnight is here. At least she's a cat, not an owl. Then I'd be getting some weird looks! At least I took my robes off. God, what am I doing? How will I get back to school? It's one o'clock in the morning. I have six hours to get back. Oh I have to get off now!
Paris
Dear Vonda,
I just phoned Daddy from a phonebox. Nate's dying. Daddy's apparating here in five minutes so he can take me back to school. I am just sitting here on the grass. These weird hippies just went past me, asking me for cash. I said no and one of them dived at me. I blasted him back with my wand and they ran away.
Love,
Paris.
Dear Vonda, 24th September
I'm back at Hogwarts. By floo powder. Hermione was looking for me, Vonda. She was about to tell a teacher. I just said I'd been sleepwalking. I could tell she didn't believe me. I was dressed and my clothes were sooty. So I told her the truth. I showed her some photos of Nate, Carleen and Mummy and Daddy. Daddy said he'd tell Marion, Nell and Ted about Nate by sending them an owl. I'm glad I don't have to do it. I wanted to see Mummy again. She must be terrible. I have to get to sleep now, it's almost 12, and I lost a lot of sleep last night. I'll write tomorrow. And I'll write home.
Love,
PFKR
Dear Vonda, 29th September
It's been five days. Nathan Jordan Kerr-Ramsey died this morning. We're getting Friday Wednesday off so we can attend the funeral. Ahh well...I'll write home...
You know me now