Harry Potter, Paris and the Ghost of the Silver Mirror
A HP Fanfic
Part 5
By Maggie
Paris woke up that morning in a right temper. Kerris was lying across the floor smoking a cigar. "I leave today," she said, blowing smoke all over Paris.
"Kerris, I didn't really mean that...."
Kerris wasn't listening.
Paris found Hermione in the library, surrounded by mountains of books, Ron and Harry who looked bored. All the books had titles like "Ghosts of the Past" and "What to Do if you're Possessed". On the front of the second book was a picture of a priest holding a candle. Paris shivered. "Found anything?"
"Yes, take a look at this." Hermione pushed a book over. It was a small article with the heading "Spirit Mirrors."
Occasionally, spirits, or just pain memories find refuge in mirrors. It is possible for them to expose themselves through a single human being's body. The human being must be pure of heart and soul to be taken over by the spirits and must be exorcized to be rid of those spirits before they get taken over completely. See also, Spirit Diaries.
"There! I told you we should call an exorcist or something!" said Hermione.
"You know what I think?" said Ron. "The three of us are going mad and hallucinating. We should see a doctor."
"You should be proud, Paris. You're pure of heart and soul!" Harry said, and Ron laughed.
Paris smiled coyly but fel terrible. Taken over completely? That would be as good as death....
"This isn't a laughing matter!" said Hermione crossly, flicking open another book and poring over it.
***
That night, Paris was a nervous wreck. She didn't want to go to sleep incase it happened again, and she couldn't bear the thought of being possessed by a ghost.
Hermione had a spell in mind; the disebodiment blaster for nasty spirits.
"D'you think that shattering the mirror would help?" asked Paris nervously.
"Maybe." said Hermione.
That night, Paris tried hard not to sleep, but drifted off anyway. When she woke up, she was lying in the room. Alone. Hermione must have fallen asleep. Paris couldn't blame her. She had been awake both the last two nights, and looked shattered.
Paris looked into the mirror. There was a shadow there. She stood up. So did the shadow. "Oh no," she muttered. Se headed for the door....but she couldn't. Something was pulling her back, a force. "Cut it out!" she shouted. She had an impulse to do something. She rushed to the mirror and kicked it. Hard. It fell back, smashing glass everywhere. Paris held her foot which was aching. She glanced over to where the mirror had been. There was a shape of a boy standing there. A teenager, he looked about 17.
Paris ran to the door, but it was locked. The boy smiled. "So, Paris." he whispered. "You released me. I thank you."
"What do you want?!" shouted Paris, still pulling at the door.
"My dear Paris." the boy said smiling smugly. "You have been chosen."
Paris stopped and stood still. "Chosen for what?"
"To help the Dark Lord get his revenge on the world. You have already helped us by bringing us Harry Potter. Now you must help us with your life." He raised his wand. Two words appeared. "TOM RIDDLE." Paris read aloud. She stopped and stared at him, shaking. "You....you're..."
"Lord Voldemort?" he smiled. "Yes. I wasn't fool enough to leave a memory once. Unfortunately, the diary plan didn't work out. So I need you to help me."
"I'll never help you!" cried Paris, reaching for her wand. She jabbed the locked door once and then ran for her life, still hearing Riddle's laughter behind in the room.
A HP Fanfic
Part 5
By Maggie
Paris woke up that morning in a right temper. Kerris was lying across the floor smoking a cigar. "I leave today," she said, blowing smoke all over Paris.
"Kerris, I didn't really mean that...."
Kerris wasn't listening.
Paris found Hermione in the library, surrounded by mountains of books, Ron and Harry who looked bored. All the books had titles like "Ghosts of the Past" and "What to Do if you're Possessed". On the front of the second book was a picture of a priest holding a candle. Paris shivered. "Found anything?"
"Yes, take a look at this." Hermione pushed a book over. It was a small article with the heading "Spirit Mirrors."
Occasionally, spirits, or just pain memories find refuge in mirrors. It is possible for them to expose themselves through a single human being's body. The human being must be pure of heart and soul to be taken over by the spirits and must be exorcized to be rid of those spirits before they get taken over completely. See also, Spirit Diaries.
"There! I told you we should call an exorcist or something!" said Hermione.
"You know what I think?" said Ron. "The three of us are going mad and hallucinating. We should see a doctor."
"You should be proud, Paris. You're pure of heart and soul!" Harry said, and Ron laughed.
Paris smiled coyly but fel terrible. Taken over completely? That would be as good as death....
"This isn't a laughing matter!" said Hermione crossly, flicking open another book and poring over it.
***
That night, Paris was a nervous wreck. She didn't want to go to sleep incase it happened again, and she couldn't bear the thought of being possessed by a ghost.
Hermione had a spell in mind; the disebodiment blaster for nasty spirits.
"D'you think that shattering the mirror would help?" asked Paris nervously.
"Maybe." said Hermione.
That night, Paris tried hard not to sleep, but drifted off anyway. When she woke up, she was lying in the room. Alone. Hermione must have fallen asleep. Paris couldn't blame her. She had been awake both the last two nights, and looked shattered.
Paris looked into the mirror. There was a shadow there. She stood up. So did the shadow. "Oh no," she muttered. Se headed for the door....but she couldn't. Something was pulling her back, a force. "Cut it out!" she shouted. She had an impulse to do something. She rushed to the mirror and kicked it. Hard. It fell back, smashing glass everywhere. Paris held her foot which was aching. She glanced over to where the mirror had been. There was a shape of a boy standing there. A teenager, he looked about 17.
Paris ran to the door, but it was locked. The boy smiled. "So, Paris." he whispered. "You released me. I thank you."
"What do you want?!" shouted Paris, still pulling at the door.
"My dear Paris." the boy said smiling smugly. "You have been chosen."
Paris stopped and stood still. "Chosen for what?"
"To help the Dark Lord get his revenge on the world. You have already helped us by bringing us Harry Potter. Now you must help us with your life." He raised his wand. Two words appeared. "TOM RIDDLE." Paris read aloud. She stopped and stared at him, shaking. "You....you're..."
"Lord Voldemort?" he smiled. "Yes. I wasn't fool enough to leave a memory once. Unfortunately, the diary plan didn't work out. So I need you to help me."
"I'll never help you!" cried Paris, reaching for her wand. She jabbed the locked door once and then ran for her life, still hearing Riddle's laughter behind in the room.