Harry Potter, Paris, And the Ghost of the Silver Mirror
A HP Fanfic
Part 3
by Maggie
It was a snowy December day. Everyone was looking forward to going home for the holidays to see their families, Paris in particular. She hadn't seen her parents since the baby's funeral in October. Autumn term had seemed to drag on, and on, just like Professor Binns' History class seemed to. Paris just kept telling herself, only one week to go, one week to go.
It was breakfast, and Paris was about to get bad piece of news and a shock. Rocky the owl flew down delivering letters to all the Kerr-Ramsey children ; something others found very amusing to watch. Paris sighed.
"What is it this time? I bet Carleen's ill." She ripped the letter open. "Damn!"
"What is it?" asked Hermione
"I have to stay at school this Christmas. I was looking forward to going home, and everything." She sat back in her seat with a thump, and crossed her arms.
"It's OK. We're staying too. You won't be the only one." said Harry sympathetically.
Along the other end of the Gryffindor table, Marion was looking extremely annoyed. "My mascara supplies are running low!" she cried, wringing her hands. "How can my parents do this?!"
***
Later that night, Ted was standing in front of the lake, painting a picture on an easel. Painting was Ted's favourite pass-time, and it looked like he'd be doing a whole lot of it this Christmas. Just as he'd lowered his brush, something funny happened. There was a whiz of navy blue, and something ran into his shoulder, knocking him over. It happened too quickly for Ted to see who or what it was, but he caught a high-pitched voice shout
"Hi Ted!" Ted picked himself up and watched the navy blue streak head toward the castle. "Well, I'll be damned." he murmered to himself.
"Paris! Paris!" It was Lavender Brown, running down the stairs to where Paris was sitting in the common room. "Paris! There's....there's someone in the dormitory on your bed! They're asking for you!"
Paris had a good idea of who it might be. She bolted up the stairs to the dormitory. The curtain was drawn across her bed so she pulled the curtain back.
"Hello." said a cheeky voice. It was a girl. She had short brown hair and sparkling green eyes. Her robes were navy blue and had a school badge on them.
"Kay-Kay?" said Paris looking puzzled.
"Yes! Your best friend has come to pay you a visit!" She pulled Paris into a hug.
"But....why aren't you in school?"
"Aw, they won't miss me. Now, you have to give me all the gossip on Hogwarts!"
Hermione was sitting on her bed. "You know her, Paris?"
Paris was still looking shocked. "Yes, this is my friend...Kerris Kilgour. You shouldn't be here, Kay-Kay."
Kerris looked insulted. "Since when have you been so uptight about rules? I thought you'd be glad to see me...I saw Ted in front of the lake."
"Painting?"
Kerris nodded. "And looking as lovely as ever. Where's Marion?"
"Dunno....you still have a thing for my brother? Ever since that incident with..."
Kerris looked uncomfortable. "Don't, Paris. That was embarassing for the both of us."
Paris nodded. "I agree."
"What was?" said Hermione curiously.
"Nothing." they both said very quickly.
"...Well." said Paris nervously. "You can stay here I suppose. Don't go outside the dormitory or you'll get sent back."
Kerris nodded. "My dad'll kill me when he finds out..." she suddenly looked very forlorn.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" said Paris carefully. "Is it your dad again?"
"No. Well, yeah. But I don't feel like talking about it. I'll just stop here for a while if it's OK."
***
the holidays.....
Hermione tossed and turned in her bed, trying to sleep. Out of a corner of her curtain surrounding her bed, she could see Kerris Kilgour, Paris' friend, in her St Bullfrogs School robes, lying at the foot of Paris' bed. Hermione lay there a while, thinking. Paris turned over in her sleep. Paris never had the curtain drawn round her bed. Hermione was surprised to see Paris sit up.
"Paris?" she whispered. "Can't you sleep?"
Paris didn't answer. She rose out of her bed, her eyes open and glassy. Hermioe realised she was sleepwalking, which was quite uncommon in witches. Paris was now walking down the stairs. Hermione jumped out her bed and followed her, to make sure she didn't hurt herself.
Paris kept walking through the common room. Hermione wondered where in the world she was going. Out the common room door, and down a few corridors, she followed the sleepwalking Paris. They stopped at a door Hermione had never seen in her life. The handle on the door was like a safe, it had to be unlocked in a certain way. However, Paris seemed to know what she was doing. The door swung open.
Hermone followed Paris through the door into the room. There was nothing in the room but something in the corner. It was draped in a large grey cloth, as if intended not to be found. Paris waked forward, still asleep, and probably not aware of what she was doing. She pulled the cloth away from the large object. Hermione gasped when she saw what it was. A large mirror. It was completely silver, and as it caught the candlelight, was almost blinding. Hermione watched breathlessly as Paris kneeled down next to it. Her wide glassy staring eyes were looking directly at the mirror. But the reflection was not of Paris. It was a grey shadow, almost like a ghost. Paris' mouth was open slightly, and then she spoke. Paris wasn't moving her mouth to speak at all, but the voice was definitely coming from her.
It was a male voice, cold and husky and in an upperclass English accent.
"So silent." said the voice. Paris' eyes were rolling in her head. "Like the suffering, So Stygian. Like the cryptic dreams of my eyes. I am silver. So let it be. The spell remains unbroken."
Paris slumped onto the floor, asleep.
Hermione was amazed. She felt that Paris had been in some sort of a trance. Maybe she was possessed? She shook Paris awake.
"Wha.....?? Where am I?" She looked about her, confused.
Hermione explained what had happened. Paris didn't remember any of it. They both looked at the mirror. The shadown was gone and they could see their normal reflections. But still, the mirror had a spooky feel about it.
"I don't like this," said Hermione uncertainly. "Let's get out of here."
She and Paris left, and the door swung shut behind them. Hermione tried to open the door again, but it had locked shut. She could tell from Paris' expression that she didn't know any more about it than Hermione did.
A HP Fanfic
Part 3
by Maggie
It was a snowy December day. Everyone was looking forward to going home for the holidays to see their families, Paris in particular. She hadn't seen her parents since the baby's funeral in October. Autumn term had seemed to drag on, and on, just like Professor Binns' History class seemed to. Paris just kept telling herself, only one week to go, one week to go.
It was breakfast, and Paris was about to get bad piece of news and a shock. Rocky the owl flew down delivering letters to all the Kerr-Ramsey children ; something others found very amusing to watch. Paris sighed.
"What is it this time? I bet Carleen's ill." She ripped the letter open. "Damn!"
"What is it?" asked Hermione
"I have to stay at school this Christmas. I was looking forward to going home, and everything." She sat back in her seat with a thump, and crossed her arms.
"It's OK. We're staying too. You won't be the only one." said Harry sympathetically.
Along the other end of the Gryffindor table, Marion was looking extremely annoyed. "My mascara supplies are running low!" she cried, wringing her hands. "How can my parents do this?!"
***
Later that night, Ted was standing in front of the lake, painting a picture on an easel. Painting was Ted's favourite pass-time, and it looked like he'd be doing a whole lot of it this Christmas. Just as he'd lowered his brush, something funny happened. There was a whiz of navy blue, and something ran into his shoulder, knocking him over. It happened too quickly for Ted to see who or what it was, but he caught a high-pitched voice shout
"Hi Ted!" Ted picked himself up and watched the navy blue streak head toward the castle. "Well, I'll be damned." he murmered to himself.
"Paris! Paris!" It was Lavender Brown, running down the stairs to where Paris was sitting in the common room. "Paris! There's....there's someone in the dormitory on your bed! They're asking for you!"
Paris had a good idea of who it might be. She bolted up the stairs to the dormitory. The curtain was drawn across her bed so she pulled the curtain back.
"Hello." said a cheeky voice. It was a girl. She had short brown hair and sparkling green eyes. Her robes were navy blue and had a school badge on them.
"Kay-Kay?" said Paris looking puzzled.
"Yes! Your best friend has come to pay you a visit!" She pulled Paris into a hug.
"But....why aren't you in school?"
"Aw, they won't miss me. Now, you have to give me all the gossip on Hogwarts!"
Hermione was sitting on her bed. "You know her, Paris?"
Paris was still looking shocked. "Yes, this is my friend...Kerris Kilgour. You shouldn't be here, Kay-Kay."
Kerris looked insulted. "Since when have you been so uptight about rules? I thought you'd be glad to see me...I saw Ted in front of the lake."
"Painting?"
Kerris nodded. "And looking as lovely as ever. Where's Marion?"
"Dunno....you still have a thing for my brother? Ever since that incident with..."
Kerris looked uncomfortable. "Don't, Paris. That was embarassing for the both of us."
Paris nodded. "I agree."
"What was?" said Hermione curiously.
"Nothing." they both said very quickly.
"...Well." said Paris nervously. "You can stay here I suppose. Don't go outside the dormitory or you'll get sent back."
Kerris nodded. "My dad'll kill me when he finds out..." she suddenly looked very forlorn.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" said Paris carefully. "Is it your dad again?"
"No. Well, yeah. But I don't feel like talking about it. I'll just stop here for a while if it's OK."
***
the holidays.....
Hermione tossed and turned in her bed, trying to sleep. Out of a corner of her curtain surrounding her bed, she could see Kerris Kilgour, Paris' friend, in her St Bullfrogs School robes, lying at the foot of Paris' bed. Hermione lay there a while, thinking. Paris turned over in her sleep. Paris never had the curtain drawn round her bed. Hermione was surprised to see Paris sit up.
"Paris?" she whispered. "Can't you sleep?"
Paris didn't answer. She rose out of her bed, her eyes open and glassy. Hermioe realised she was sleepwalking, which was quite uncommon in witches. Paris was now walking down the stairs. Hermione jumped out her bed and followed her, to make sure she didn't hurt herself.
Paris kept walking through the common room. Hermione wondered where in the world she was going. Out the common room door, and down a few corridors, she followed the sleepwalking Paris. They stopped at a door Hermione had never seen in her life. The handle on the door was like a safe, it had to be unlocked in a certain way. However, Paris seemed to know what she was doing. The door swung open.
Hermone followed Paris through the door into the room. There was nothing in the room but something in the corner. It was draped in a large grey cloth, as if intended not to be found. Paris waked forward, still asleep, and probably not aware of what she was doing. She pulled the cloth away from the large object. Hermione gasped when she saw what it was. A large mirror. It was completely silver, and as it caught the candlelight, was almost blinding. Hermione watched breathlessly as Paris kneeled down next to it. Her wide glassy staring eyes were looking directly at the mirror. But the reflection was not of Paris. It was a grey shadow, almost like a ghost. Paris' mouth was open slightly, and then she spoke. Paris wasn't moving her mouth to speak at all, but the voice was definitely coming from her.
It was a male voice, cold and husky and in an upperclass English accent.
"So silent." said the voice. Paris' eyes were rolling in her head. "Like the suffering, So Stygian. Like the cryptic dreams of my eyes. I am silver. So let it be. The spell remains unbroken."
Paris slumped onto the floor, asleep.
Hermione was amazed. She felt that Paris had been in some sort of a trance. Maybe she was possessed? She shook Paris awake.
"Wha.....?? Where am I?" She looked about her, confused.
Hermione explained what had happened. Paris didn't remember any of it. They both looked at the mirror. The shadown was gone and they could see their normal reflections. But still, the mirror had a spooky feel about it.
"I don't like this," said Hermione uncertainly. "Let's get out of here."
She and Paris left, and the door swung shut behind them. Hermione tried to open the door again, but it had locked shut. She could tell from Paris' expression that she didn't know any more about it than Hermione did.