Katherine Frances's Blog, page 223
June 13, 2016
"Love
has
made me
disappointed
in
life.
Pain
has
made me
unafraid
of
death."
Love
has
made me
disappointed
in
life.
Pain
has
made me
unafraid
of
death.
- M. N. Lowery (via wnq-writers)
Kim Shimmers and the Black Prophecy
A Harry Potter Fanfic by me (and the 3rd installment of the Kim Shimmers series)
This Harry Potter fan fiction (as long as all goes according to plan) will be posted at the beginning of every week. The pictures above are not mine, though I edited some.
Chapter 7
Fear
Kim and Mrs. Weasley didn’t get back from Diagon Alley and Kim’s Aunt’s house until about 6:00. Kim managed to get all her books from the closet in the living room, as well as picked up the two knew she would need from the book store. She also helped Mrs. Weasley pick out new pajamas for Ron, which was actually a surprisingly good bonding experience between the ladies. When they returned home Ron got his new broom, beaming and chattering about it non-stop, and Kim helped Ginny and Mrs. Weasley set up for a small celebration for the new prefects.
“Don’t tell me you’ve become a prefect supporter,” Fred muttered into Kim’s ear from behind her. The kitchen was filling up with Order members and Weasley family alike, so his position rather close to her went unnoticed by the bustling room.
“Hardly,” Kim managed to say, glancing at him over his shoulder. “I just figured your brother can be happy about something for once without you two raining all over it.”
“Mum rubbed off on you I see,” he remarked, not moving an inch away from her as she turned around to face him. She’d expected him to back away, but he held his ground firmly and now was looking down at her with half lidded eyes. He put a hand on the chair to Kim’s left, making the distance between them feel even smaller.
“What are you doing?” Kim breathed, glancing around at the full room apprehensively, a nervous smile on her face.
Fred shrugged. “Just looking at you,” he said. “Is that a crime?”
“No…” Kim said, her voice oddly timid and not her own.
“Good,” he said lightly with a small smile. “Because you’re pleasant to look at.” He tugged on the edge of her blouse mischievously.
Kim’s cheeks began to burn as she glanced around at the many Weasley’s that surrounded her. Fred’s smile widened and he took the end of her shirt into his fingers and tugged on it playfully. Her breath caught, feeling like their bodies were being pulled closer and closer together in this crowded room, surrounded by happy chatting people. Kim blinked, eyes darting between Fred’s.
“If you’re going to be gross, you might get a room,” came a harsh girl’s voice from across the table. Kim backed away a few inches and looked at Ginny who was shaking her head lightly. Fred let out a breathy laugh and put an arm around Kim’s shoulders.
“Sorry, Ginny. Forgot we were in the presence of children,” he mocked.
Ginny rolled her eyes, but a small smile was faintly detectable at the edge of her mouth. She glanced at Kim with a meaningful look. Is she saying I told you so? Kim wondered. She gave her a small smile back before they were both pulled apart by different conversations.
The rest of the makeshift party went by jovially. Kim chatted across the table to various members of the Order and the Weasley family. She couldn’t help but notice, though, that Harry seemed to be faking his enjoyment for the rest of the group. And he wasn’t doing a very convincing job of it either. Kim kept trying to catch his eye, hoping to make a questioning face that might ask what’s the matter or you okay? without having to voice her concerns across the busy room. But she never managed to snag his attention, and by the time the meal was starting to finish up, she caught him slinking off before anyone else could notice.
That’s not right, Kim thought. That’s not like Harry at all. Something must be wrong. Come to think of it, he’s been acting really weird this whole time, hasn’t he?
With concern furrowing her brow, she stood and followed Harry up the stairs. She was surprised Fred and George hadn’t haggled her about leaving, but she supposed they were too busy with their heads bent together, whispering about something mostly illegal they’d purchased from Mundungus Fletcher. That would be a worry for another day…
“Harry?” Kim called quietly as she climbed the stairs from the ground floor to the first. He only had a few seconds lead on her up the stairs, but she hadn’t spotted him yet. Then she heard what she thought must’ve been whimpering. Was someone crying?
“Harry?” Kim said again, with less conviction this time. A muffled gasp came from the drawing room up ahead, making Kim hurry the rest of the way up the stairs and down the hall.
“Mrs. Weasley?” came a throaty voice from within that Kim barely recognized as Harry’s. She slowed her pace as she approached the door, the sounds of weeping growing louder.
“R-r-r-riddikulus!” came a shaking woman’s voice. Kim frowned. Who is in there with him? What in the… She peered through the crack in the door Harry had left when he’d walked in.
“R-riddikulus!” the voice called again, and a dim crack of magic light came from the corner of the drawing room. Mrs. Weasley was huddled there, tears streaming down her face and features crumpled. Her wand arm was outstretched, pointed toward a crumpled body in the center of the drawing room floor. Kim drew in a sharp breath. She couldn’t quite make out the body’s features with Harry standing between her and it, gaping at the scene like she was.
“No,” Mrs. Weasley moaned, and sent another round of riddikulus spells at what had to be a boggart. The body contorted a few times, morphing into different red headed people as Kim came silently through the door. Her heart thudded to a sudden stop and dropped into her stomach as her eyes froze on the body, now that it had stopped rapidly changing. Fred lie there, looking up at the ceiling with glossed eyes. Kim felt her stomach twist painfully. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a gagging sound. She tried to pull her gaze away, but something about the slackened grey lips and fogged over eyes grasped her gaze with an icy grip.
"I’ve got a memory on my mouth
(There’s still sand in my teeth)
I’ve burned the backs of my..."
I’ve got a memory on my mouth
(There’s still sand in my teeth)
I’ve burned the backs of my arms
fighting the tide I twirled in
calling myself a mermaid
I think I finally found my home
it might just not be on land.
- “ocean song” -NMW (via haystackofneedles)
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- Lawrence Kasdan (via austinkleon)
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Kim Shimmers and the Black Prophecy
A Harry Potter Fanfic by me (and the 3rd installment of the Kim Shimmers series)
This Harry Potter fan fiction (as long as all goes according to plan) will be posted at the beginning of every week. The pictures above are not mine, though I edited some.
Chapter 7
Fear
Kim and Mrs. Weasley didn’t get back from Diagon Alley and Kim’s Aunt’s house until about 6:00. Kim managed to get all her books from the closet in the living room, as well as picked up the two knew she would need from the book store. She also helped Mrs. Weasley pick out new pajamas for Ron, which was actually a surprisingly good bonding experience between the ladies. When they returned home Ron got his new broom, beaming and chattering about it non-stop, and Kim helped Ginny and Mrs. Weasley set up for a small celebration for the new prefects.
“Don’t tell me you’ve become a prefect supporter,” Fred muttered into Kim’s ear from behind her. The kitchen was filling up with Order members and Weasley family alike, so his position rather close to her went unnoticed by the bustling room.
“Hardly,” Kim managed to say, glancing at him over his shoulder. “I just figured your brother can be happy about something for once without you two raining all over it.”
“Mum rubbed off on you I see,” he remarked, not moving an inch away from her as she turned around to face him. She’d expected him to back away, but he held his ground firmly and now was looking down at her with half lidded eyes. He put a hand on the chair to Kim’s left, making the distance between them feel even smaller.
“What are you doing?” Kim breathed, glancing around at the full room apprehensively, a nervous smile on her face.
Fred shrugged. “Just looking at you,” he said. “Is that a crime?”
“No…” Kim said, her voice oddly timid and not her own.
“Good,” he said lightly with a small smile. “Because you’re pleasant to look at.” He tugged on the edge of her blouse mischievously.
Kim’s cheeks began to burn as she glanced around at the many Weasley’s that surrounded her. Fred’s smile widened and he took the end of her shirt into his fingers and tugged on it playfully. Her breath caught, feeling like their bodies were being pulled closer and closer together in this crowded room, surrounded by happy chatting people. Kim blinked, eyes darting between Fred’s.
“If you’re going to be gross, you might get a room,” came a harsh girl’s voice from across the table. Kim backed away a few inches and looked at Ginny who was shaking her head lightly. Fred let out a breathy laugh and put an arm around Kim’s shoulders.
“Sorry, Ginny. Forgot we were in the presence of children,” he mocked.
Ginny rolled her eyes, but a small smile was faintly detectable at the edge of her mouth. She glanced at Kim with a meaningful look. Is she saying I told you so? Kim wondered. She gave her a small smile back before they were both pulled apart by different conversations.
The rest of the makeshift party went by jovially. Kim chatted across the table to various members of the Order and the Weasley family. She couldn’t help but notice, though, that Harry seemed to be faking his enjoyment for the rest of the group. And he wasn’t doing a very convincing job of it either. Kim kept trying to catch his eye, hoping to make a questioning face that might ask what’s the matter or you okay? without having to voice her concerns across the busy room. But she never managed to snag his attention, and by the time the meal was starting to finish up, she caught him slinking off before anyone else could notice.
That’s not right, Kim thought. That’s not like Harry at all. Something must be wrong. Come to think of it, he’s been acting really weird this whole time, hasn’t he?
With concern furrowing her brow, she stood and followed Harry up the stairs. She was surprised Fred and George hadn’t haggled her about leaving, but she supposed they were too busy with their heads bent together, whispering about something mostly illegal they’d purchased from Mundungus Fletcher. That would be a worry for another day…
“Harry?” Kim called quietly as she climbed the stairs from the ground floor to the first. He only had a few seconds lead on her up the stairs, but she hadn’t spotted him yet. Then she heard what she thought must’ve been whimpering. Was someone crying?
“Harry?” Kim said again, with less conviction this time. A muffled gasp came from the drawing room up ahead, making Kim hurry the rest of the way up the stairs and down the hall.
“Mrs. Weasley?” came a throaty voice from within that Kim barely recognized as Harry’s. She slowed her pace as she approached the door, the sounds of weeping growing louder.
“R-r-r-riddikulus!” came a shaking woman’s voice. Kim frowned. Who is in there with him? What in the… She peered through the crack in the door Harry had left when he’d walked in.
“R-riddikulus!” the voice called again, and a dim crack of magic light came from the corner of the drawing room. Mrs. Weasley was huddled there, tears streaming down her face and features crumpled. Her wand arm was outstretched, pointed toward a crumpled body in the center of the drawing room floor. Kim drew in a sharp breath. She couldn’t quite make out the body’s features with Harry standing between her and it, gaping at the scene like she was.
“No,” Mrs. Weasley moaned, and sent another round of riddikulus spells at what had to be a boggart. The body contorted a few times, morphing into different red headed people as Kim came silently through the door. Her heart thudded to a sudden stop and dropped into her stomach as her eyes froze on the body, now that it had stopped rapidly changing. Fred lie there, looking up at the ceiling with glossed eyes. Kim felt her stomach twist painfully. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a gagging sound. She tried to pull her gaze away, but something about the slackened grey lips and fogged over eyes grasped her gaze with an icy grip.
June 12, 2016
"Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; / Come like shadows, so depart."
- William Shakespeare, Macbeth (4.1.109-110)
