Harry Potter, Paris, and the Ghost of the Silver Mirror
A HP Fanfic
Part 4
by Maggie
At breakfast the next day, Hermione told Harry and Ron what had happened.
"Where was this room?" asked Harry. "We could go back to investigate. Are you sure it wasn't the 'Mirror of Erised'?" he added hopefully.
"No, for the fifth time, it wasn't! It was all silver..."
Paris had been sitting listening to all of this with a thoughtfull look. "Do you think it might happen again tonight? It can't have been just a one off."
"Maybe." said Hermione.
"Wake us up if it happens tonight," said Ron. "Did you say that a voice came out of Paris?"
Hermione nodded. "She wasn't even moving her lips. Her mouth was slightly open and this man's voice came out, and said something strange. It sounded like poetry. There was a dark shadow in the reflection of the mirror....maybe Paris is possessed."
"Possessed Paris." said Ted who had been sitting with them, as nearly everyone else had gone home for the holidays.
"Oh, Ted, that reminds me. Guess who turned up in my dormitory last night?"
"Kerris?"
"How did you guess?" asked Paris looking surprised.
"Something navy blue on a broom knocked into me last night. What's she saying to it? Recovered from the shock she got last term?" Ted winked.
"Shut up." Paris looked embarassed.
"What was it?" asked Hermione, grinning. "You can tell us."
"I'll tell them!" volunteered Ted. Paris nodded. "It was last term." said Ted. "Wizard twins can do all sorts of cool stuff, as most people know. Our cool thing we do is switching places. Kerris Kilgour, Paris' best friend liked me, right. In more ways than one. We had switched places right. And Paris was making me - or my body - flirt with Kerris. -"
"Right!" chimed in Paris.
"Uh....she got the wrong idea and kissed me. Or kissed Paris, rather."
Paris was going red. Hermione, Ron and Harry were trying not to laugh.
"It wasn't just a little kiss!" cried Paris. "It was the full monty!"
Ted, Hermione Ron and Harry all burst out laughing.
"I just pushed her off me and told her. We both agreed never to speak of it again." said Paris. "But Ted found out and told everyone. I was so glad when we moved." Paris stood up. "That reminds me. I have to ask the house-elves for some extra food for Kerris."
***
It was ten o'clock at night and Paris and Kerris were standing in the common room shouting at each other, both holding their wands.
"Why don't you just go back? Your dad will be worrying about you!"
"He's not! He never worries about anything except himself!"
"Just go back! You can't stay here forever!"
"No, I'm under a lot of pressure at home!"
"You wouldn't know pressure if it came up and hit you in the face!"
"Oh, and you would?!"
Paris dropped her wand. "Well....I've kissed a girl!"
"You always have to bring that up don't you?!" Kerris looked disgusted. "I'm going to bed. I'll leave first thing tomorrow" She stomped off.
Paris remembered seeing Nate's little body in the coffin. She decided to go to bed herself. Hermione was already there. "I'll stay awake and see if you do that sleepwalking thing again." she said. "Harry and Ron told me to wake them if anything happens."
Paris knew immediately that she wouldn't be able to sleep. But surprisingly she dropped off quite quickly.
Hermione tried to stay awake that night. Just as she had changed her mind and decided to go to sleep after all, she saw Paris get out her bed. Yawning, Hermione got up and ran to the boy's dormitory to wake Harry and Ron. Silently, they followed Paris to the room again. She did the code at the door and went in. The silver mirror was there, shining brightly.
Ron went up to it and ran his hand along it. "Shiny."
"This definitely isn't the Mirror of Erised." said Harry, examining it.
Paris had dropped onto her knees again at the mirror. Her reflection was that of a grey shadow in the mirror, but the shadow was beginning to take form. It was very blurry but when one looked close at it, it looked more like an old man with a stoop. Paris clapped her hands together and opened her mouth. This time, the man's voice was of a cockney accent and said, "Friends, gather round, I shall tell you a tale. It is the tale of the dark dark places in a man's soul and the pain of his crystalling spirit forever and forever more."
Paris keeled over and back to sleep. Harry, Ron and Hermione just looked at each other.
A HP Fanfic
Part 4
by Maggie
At breakfast the next day, Hermione told Harry and Ron what had happened.
"Where was this room?" asked Harry. "We could go back to investigate. Are you sure it wasn't the 'Mirror of Erised'?" he added hopefully.
"No, for the fifth time, it wasn't! It was all silver..."
Paris had been sitting listening to all of this with a thoughtfull look. "Do you think it might happen again tonight? It can't have been just a one off."
"Maybe." said Hermione.
"Wake us up if it happens tonight," said Ron. "Did you say that a voice came out of Paris?"
Hermione nodded. "She wasn't even moving her lips. Her mouth was slightly open and this man's voice came out, and said something strange. It sounded like poetry. There was a dark shadow in the reflection of the mirror....maybe Paris is possessed."
"Possessed Paris." said Ted who had been sitting with them, as nearly everyone else had gone home for the holidays.
"Oh, Ted, that reminds me. Guess who turned up in my dormitory last night?"
"Kerris?"
"How did you guess?" asked Paris looking surprised.
"Something navy blue on a broom knocked into me last night. What's she saying to it? Recovered from the shock she got last term?" Ted winked.
"Shut up." Paris looked embarassed.
"What was it?" asked Hermione, grinning. "You can tell us."
"I'll tell them!" volunteered Ted. Paris nodded. "It was last term." said Ted. "Wizard twins can do all sorts of cool stuff, as most people know. Our cool thing we do is switching places. Kerris Kilgour, Paris' best friend liked me, right. In more ways than one. We had switched places right. And Paris was making me - or my body - flirt with Kerris. -"
"Right!" chimed in Paris.
"Uh....she got the wrong idea and kissed me. Or kissed Paris, rather."
Paris was going red. Hermione, Ron and Harry were trying not to laugh.
"It wasn't just a little kiss!" cried Paris. "It was the full monty!"
Ted, Hermione Ron and Harry all burst out laughing.
"I just pushed her off me and told her. We both agreed never to speak of it again." said Paris. "But Ted found out and told everyone. I was so glad when we moved." Paris stood up. "That reminds me. I have to ask the house-elves for some extra food for Kerris."
***
It was ten o'clock at night and Paris and Kerris were standing in the common room shouting at each other, both holding their wands.
"Why don't you just go back? Your dad will be worrying about you!"
"He's not! He never worries about anything except himself!"
"Just go back! You can't stay here forever!"
"No, I'm under a lot of pressure at home!"
"You wouldn't know pressure if it came up and hit you in the face!"
"Oh, and you would?!"
Paris dropped her wand. "Well....I've kissed a girl!"
"You always have to bring that up don't you?!" Kerris looked disgusted. "I'm going to bed. I'll leave first thing tomorrow" She stomped off.
Paris remembered seeing Nate's little body in the coffin. She decided to go to bed herself. Hermione was already there. "I'll stay awake and see if you do that sleepwalking thing again." she said. "Harry and Ron told me to wake them if anything happens."
Paris knew immediately that she wouldn't be able to sleep. But surprisingly she dropped off quite quickly.
Hermione tried to stay awake that night. Just as she had changed her mind and decided to go to sleep after all, she saw Paris get out her bed. Yawning, Hermione got up and ran to the boy's dormitory to wake Harry and Ron. Silently, they followed Paris to the room again. She did the code at the door and went in. The silver mirror was there, shining brightly.
Ron went up to it and ran his hand along it. "Shiny."
"This definitely isn't the Mirror of Erised." said Harry, examining it.
Paris had dropped onto her knees again at the mirror. Her reflection was that of a grey shadow in the mirror, but the shadow was beginning to take form. It was very blurry but when one looked close at it, it looked more like an old man with a stoop. Paris clapped her hands together and opened her mouth. This time, the man's voice was of a cockney accent and said, "Friends, gather round, I shall tell you a tale. It is the tale of the dark dark places in a man's soul and the pain of his crystalling spirit forever and forever more."
Paris keeled over and back to sleep. Harry, Ron and Hermione just looked at each other.