Harry Potter, Paris and the Ghost of the Silver Mirror
A HP Fanfic
Part 6
By Maggie
"You will bring me Harry Potter." Riddle pointed his wand at Paris. "Imperio!"
"I will bring you Harry Potter," she repeated. She ran off to the Gryffindor common room, where Harry was sitting with Ron and Hermione, doing their homework. "Harry, I have something to show you." she said woodenly. She couldn't fight the little voice at the back of her head, it was too strong.
"What is it?" said Harry, looking at her.
"Yeah, we'll come too," said Ron, frowning.
"No." said Paris, shortly.
Harry just shrugged and went with her. Ron and Hermione gave each other looks that said Something Is Not Right Here. They got up and silently followed them.
Paris was taking Harry to the room with the mirror. "What's this all about?" he asked looking puzzled. Paris didn't reply. She let him into the room first, then locked the door behind her.
Riddle stood there, white and ghostly, smiling at Harry.
"You!" gasped Harry. "Paris, what have you done?" He felt about for his wand, but he was horrified when he remembered he had left it in the common room.
But Paris had slumped to the floor, in a dead faint.
"So, Harry," said Riddle. "You defeat me again. I'm impressed."
"What have you done to Paris?" shouted Harry. He noticed that the silver mirror was propped up against the wall, and was shining as brightly as ever.
"I won't be needing Paris again," said Riddle. "She has done her job by bring you here. Wher I shall kill you." He raised his wand. But he pointed at the fire instead. Out of the fire came a shadowy figure. As he took his cloak off Harry realised it was Peter Pettigrew - Wormtail.
"My Lord!" he said, stooping into a bow.
"Save it." said Riddle scowling. He felt deep into his pocket and pulled out a small snake. He whispered to it. The snake hissed back, and slithered into the fire. It came back a minute later, out of the fire, with a much larger snake.
Riddle then said something that Harry recognised as the parseltongue for "Get Him."
The snake leaped at Harry, and before he had time to get out of the way, the snake had sunk his teeth into his neck, making him fall to the floor. Again, Riddle waved his wand thick ropes sprang over Harry, so he was unable to move.
"W-will your servants be coming, my Lord?" stuttered Wormtail nervously.
Riddle nodded. "They should be coming about.....now." Another shape came from the fire and came towards Riddle and bowed.
"Malfoy." said Riddle. "You have been faithful this past year. I thank you."
"Yes, my Lord." More dark shapes were coming, until a grim circle of Death Eaters stood in a circle around Harry. Beside him, Paris was stirring.
Meanwhile, outside, Hermione and Ron were listening at the door. They couldn't hear a thing.
"Is it that mirror?" hissed Ron, tryng to push the door open.
"Probably." Hermione looked anxious. "Lets go to Dumbledore...." For once, Ron agreed with her. They ran off, hoping they might bump into him.
Riddle was now walking around the Death Eaters, speaking to each of them in turn. When he had finished he turned to Harry.
"Harry Potter....you have defeated me twice already....you are clearly a very good wizard. You do remind me of myself, I say it again."
Beside him, Harry saw Paris' eyes crack open. She silently raised a finger to her mouth.
"Master..." said Wormtail. Riddle turned to look at him. "What is the story with this girl?" he gestured to Paris.
Riddle smiled nastily. "This girl has brought me Potter. I saw something in her....her blood....her parents served me years ago. Unfortunately, her parents were unfaithful. So I had to....dispose of them."
Harry saw, though he thought he had just imagined it, Paris' arm give a twitch.
"Actually, I might kill the girl first. Wouldn't want you to miss her, Potter." He lifted his wand. But he was too slow.
Paris had jumped up. "Expelliarmus!" Riddle's wand went flying and wacked off the wall. Everyone froze. There was music, haunting music that Harry recognised right away. One last shape came flying out of the fire. It flew next to Paris. It was Fawkes, the phoenix. He carried something which he dropped at Paris' feet.
Harry recognised it too well. It was the sword. The Godric Gryffindor sword, that Harry had pulled out the Sorting Hat in his second year. Paris cast a scared and confused look from Harry to the sword. Then she realized what she should do. She grabbed the sword in both hands and ran towards the mirror, which was propped up against the wall in front of them all.
"NO!" shouted Riddle.
CRASH. The mirror had blown right up as Paris had struck it with the sword. Pieces were flying everywhere, getting in his eyes and cutting Harry's face......when he opened his eyes, Riddle and the Death Eaters were gone.
Paris was looking wide eyed and scared. Her face and hands were cut by the mirror.
"He's gone!" she cried shrilly.
***
When Harry awoke, he found he was in the Hospital wing, surrounded by Hermione, Ron, Paris and Dumbledore.
"You passed out." said Paris, smiling.
"Imagine how surprised I was when these two came running into my office," said Dumbledore, gesturing to Ron and Hermione. "Fawkes just grabbed the Sword and left. Miss Kerr-Ramsey was very sensible."
Ted came running in. "Paris? Whats everyone been saying? Mum and Dad just sent me an owl. They're coming over right away."
"Oh no!" groaned Paris.
"It's lunchtime now, Mr Potter." said Dumbledore. "No doubt you will be wanting to get up. I'll speak to you later." He got up and left.
At lunch everyone was gossiping about what had happened. There was a hush as Harry came into the Great Hall. Everyone had just come back from the holidays, term started the next day. Just as they had sat down to eat, a door crashed open.
Paris groaned. A woman had ran into the hall. She spotted Paris and began running over to her right away. She was small and Hispanic-looking, with long curly black hair. She also looked as if she had a very bad temper about her. She grabbed Paris, who had stood up, and began babbling in fluent French. A lean man came behind her. He looked a lot more calm, and was clutching the hand of a very small girl, who looked about five or six.
"Mother! I can't tell what you're saying!" said Paris crossly. "Slow down!"
Mrs Kerr-Ramsey held Paris at arms length before pulling her into a big hug. "Parissa! Mon cherie! I'm so glad you're OK!"
"Quit it, Mum," said Paris, struggling.
"Coralie, don't strangle the girl!" said her father. He also spoke with a French accent.
The whole Gryffindor table was watching this scene with amusement. Marion got up to see her mother. "Mum? How are you?"
Ted and Nell came over too. The little girl, Carleen was hugging Paris's knees affectionately. "Look what I did in school, Paris, look!" she thrust forward a picture of a family with wizards hats on their heads.
"Carleen? You didn't tell the teacher your family were wizards?"
Carleen shrugged mischievously. "She didn't believe me. Until I blew up her glass of water." She giggled.
Paris looked shocked. "Oh, Carleen, you didn't...."
Harry smiled at the family. They were what he really, truly wanted.....
LA FIN
~Author's Note~ Thanks to everyone who reviewed this fic. I suppose I got impatient and bored with it, and felt I should end it. I was thinking of writing a prologue, of what happens to Paris & Co at their last school. Good idea? e-mail me at young_one13@hotmail.com I wrote this whole fanfic listening to Moloko and Travis. Good bands. Comments appreciated. Love, ~Maggie~
A HP Fanfic
Part 6
By Maggie
"You will bring me Harry Potter." Riddle pointed his wand at Paris. "Imperio!"
"I will bring you Harry Potter," she repeated. She ran off to the Gryffindor common room, where Harry was sitting with Ron and Hermione, doing their homework. "Harry, I have something to show you." she said woodenly. She couldn't fight the little voice at the back of her head, it was too strong.
"What is it?" said Harry, looking at her.
"Yeah, we'll come too," said Ron, frowning.
"No." said Paris, shortly.
Harry just shrugged and went with her. Ron and Hermione gave each other looks that said Something Is Not Right Here. They got up and silently followed them.
Paris was taking Harry to the room with the mirror. "What's this all about?" he asked looking puzzled. Paris didn't reply. She let him into the room first, then locked the door behind her.
Riddle stood there, white and ghostly, smiling at Harry.
"You!" gasped Harry. "Paris, what have you done?" He felt about for his wand, but he was horrified when he remembered he had left it in the common room.
But Paris had slumped to the floor, in a dead faint.
"So, Harry," said Riddle. "You defeat me again. I'm impressed."
"What have you done to Paris?" shouted Harry. He noticed that the silver mirror was propped up against the wall, and was shining as brightly as ever.
"I won't be needing Paris again," said Riddle. "She has done her job by bring you here. Wher I shall kill you." He raised his wand. But he pointed at the fire instead. Out of the fire came a shadowy figure. As he took his cloak off Harry realised it was Peter Pettigrew - Wormtail.
"My Lord!" he said, stooping into a bow.
"Save it." said Riddle scowling. He felt deep into his pocket and pulled out a small snake. He whispered to it. The snake hissed back, and slithered into the fire. It came back a minute later, out of the fire, with a much larger snake.
Riddle then said something that Harry recognised as the parseltongue for "Get Him."
The snake leaped at Harry, and before he had time to get out of the way, the snake had sunk his teeth into his neck, making him fall to the floor. Again, Riddle waved his wand thick ropes sprang over Harry, so he was unable to move.
"W-will your servants be coming, my Lord?" stuttered Wormtail nervously.
Riddle nodded. "They should be coming about.....now." Another shape came from the fire and came towards Riddle and bowed.
"Malfoy." said Riddle. "You have been faithful this past year. I thank you."
"Yes, my Lord." More dark shapes were coming, until a grim circle of Death Eaters stood in a circle around Harry. Beside him, Paris was stirring.
Meanwhile, outside, Hermione and Ron were listening at the door. They couldn't hear a thing.
"Is it that mirror?" hissed Ron, tryng to push the door open.
"Probably." Hermione looked anxious. "Lets go to Dumbledore...." For once, Ron agreed with her. They ran off, hoping they might bump into him.
Riddle was now walking around the Death Eaters, speaking to each of them in turn. When he had finished he turned to Harry.
"Harry Potter....you have defeated me twice already....you are clearly a very good wizard. You do remind me of myself, I say it again."
Beside him, Harry saw Paris' eyes crack open. She silently raised a finger to her mouth.
"Master..." said Wormtail. Riddle turned to look at him. "What is the story with this girl?" he gestured to Paris.
Riddle smiled nastily. "This girl has brought me Potter. I saw something in her....her blood....her parents served me years ago. Unfortunately, her parents were unfaithful. So I had to....dispose of them."
Harry saw, though he thought he had just imagined it, Paris' arm give a twitch.
"Actually, I might kill the girl first. Wouldn't want you to miss her, Potter." He lifted his wand. But he was too slow.
Paris had jumped up. "Expelliarmus!" Riddle's wand went flying and wacked off the wall. Everyone froze. There was music, haunting music that Harry recognised right away. One last shape came flying out of the fire. It flew next to Paris. It was Fawkes, the phoenix. He carried something which he dropped at Paris' feet.
Harry recognised it too well. It was the sword. The Godric Gryffindor sword, that Harry had pulled out the Sorting Hat in his second year. Paris cast a scared and confused look from Harry to the sword. Then she realized what she should do. She grabbed the sword in both hands and ran towards the mirror, which was propped up against the wall in front of them all.
"NO!" shouted Riddle.
CRASH. The mirror had blown right up as Paris had struck it with the sword. Pieces were flying everywhere, getting in his eyes and cutting Harry's face......when he opened his eyes, Riddle and the Death Eaters were gone.
Paris was looking wide eyed and scared. Her face and hands were cut by the mirror.
"He's gone!" she cried shrilly.
***
When Harry awoke, he found he was in the Hospital wing, surrounded by Hermione, Ron, Paris and Dumbledore.
"You passed out." said Paris, smiling.
"Imagine how surprised I was when these two came running into my office," said Dumbledore, gesturing to Ron and Hermione. "Fawkes just grabbed the Sword and left. Miss Kerr-Ramsey was very sensible."
Ted came running in. "Paris? Whats everyone been saying? Mum and Dad just sent me an owl. They're coming over right away."
"Oh no!" groaned Paris.
"It's lunchtime now, Mr Potter." said Dumbledore. "No doubt you will be wanting to get up. I'll speak to you later." He got up and left.
At lunch everyone was gossiping about what had happened. There was a hush as Harry came into the Great Hall. Everyone had just come back from the holidays, term started the next day. Just as they had sat down to eat, a door crashed open.
Paris groaned. A woman had ran into the hall. She spotted Paris and began running over to her right away. She was small and Hispanic-looking, with long curly black hair. She also looked as if she had a very bad temper about her. She grabbed Paris, who had stood up, and began babbling in fluent French. A lean man came behind her. He looked a lot more calm, and was clutching the hand of a very small girl, who looked about five or six.
"Mother! I can't tell what you're saying!" said Paris crossly. "Slow down!"
Mrs Kerr-Ramsey held Paris at arms length before pulling her into a big hug. "Parissa! Mon cherie! I'm so glad you're OK!"
"Quit it, Mum," said Paris, struggling.
"Coralie, don't strangle the girl!" said her father. He also spoke with a French accent.
The whole Gryffindor table was watching this scene with amusement. Marion got up to see her mother. "Mum? How are you?"
Ted and Nell came over too. The little girl, Carleen was hugging Paris's knees affectionately. "Look what I did in school, Paris, look!" she thrust forward a picture of a family with wizards hats on their heads.
"Carleen? You didn't tell the teacher your family were wizards?"
Carleen shrugged mischievously. "She didn't believe me. Until I blew up her glass of water." She giggled.
Paris looked shocked. "Oh, Carleen, you didn't...."
Harry smiled at the family. They were what he really, truly wanted.....
LA FIN
~Author's Note~ Thanks to everyone who reviewed this fic. I suppose I got impatient and bored with it, and felt I should end it. I was thinking of writing a prologue, of what happens to Paris & Co at their last school. Good idea? e-mail me at young_one13@hotmail.com I wrote this whole fanfic listening to Moloko and Travis. Good bands. Comments appreciated. Love, ~Maggie~