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Kim Shimmers and the Screech Owl
A Harry Potter Fanfiction by me
This Harry Potter fanfiction now complete! As long as all goes well, I should be beginning to post the squeal starting next weekend!
Chapter 11
A Promise Kept
Kim’s exams were harder than those at Lemmonforth, but she was well prepared. She expected to do decently on most, and knew she did excellently on a few, such as Divinations, which was a total joke and easily faked anyway, Defense Against The Dark Arts, and both of her Creature related classes, though she was hardly proud of Care of Magical Creatures since the exam was designed so you’d essentially have to try in order to fail. Kim couldn’t blame Hagrid, given how distracted he was about Buckbeak’s upcoming retrial, but honestly, who couldn’t manage to keep flobberworms alive for an hour? All they did was sit there and throb like disgusting green maggots.
Regardless, Kim was in a good mood because she was sitting between Fred and George at dinner, and she had just finished all her exams.
“I was just thinking we should find a good way to send off the first years before the year’s over,” Fred said, squinting into the distance as if he was formulating a masterpiece in his mind.
“And by ‘send off’ you mean something along the lines of filling all their underwear with itching powder, am I correct?” Kim asked, for mock clarification. She of course knew this was exactly the kind of thing Fred meant.
“I like the way you think, but I want something… showier.” Kim laughed and rolled her eyes. Ron, Harry, and Hermione approached then, looking rather sullen. They had been eating farther down the table, and had waved back to her but hadn’t seemed very enthusiastic for students who had just finished their tests.
“Kim, there’s something we need to tell you,” Harry said, and Kim turned sideways in her seat. “It’s Buckbeak… he’s lost his second hearing… they’re going to execute him.”
Kim’s jaw dropped and her stomach fell. It was as though Harry had slapped her across the face.
“What?” she said, hands starting to tremble and eyes growing hot. With all the effort they’d put into it, with how clearly Buckbeak was innocent, Kim had been entirely certain that Buckbeak would have been cleared. She hadn’t allowed herself to consider their failure because… because…
“This is terrible,” she said, her throat clamping and her face crumbling. She felt the tears welling hot in her eyes, and she ducked into her hands. She didn’t want to cry in front of Fred and Georg and everyone else for that matter, but she couldn’t stop herself. An awful shudder wracked through her body.
“Hey…” George said, though it was clear in his tone he didn’t know how to comfort her. She felt a hand on her shoulder, gentle and comforting, and another on her back, giving her an encouraging pat. She wiped her eyes and looked up at Harry, still bleary.
“We have to do something!”
Ron looked like he might be sick, Hermione like she was holding back tears as well, and Harry just looked at her with a determined grimace.
“I don’t know-…” Harry started to say, but he couldn’t finish.
“I don’t think there’s anything left we can do,” Hermione said.
“We have to keep trying. Poor Buckbeak, he’s innocent! They can’t do this, its wrong!” she wailed. She sucked air in through her mouth and tried to gather some semblance of presentableness, but she could feel herself rattling apart again the moment she thought on the pure injustice of it.How can this happen? Despite everything we did to prevent it?
“We’re going down in secret,” Ron said quietly. “To support Hagrid and everything—
“I can’t,” Kim wept, and let out a miserable sound of defeat. She buried her eyes and forehead in George’s shoulder while Fred continued to pat her back solemnly. George felt stiff for a moment, but he accepted her in and allowed her to essentially hide herself in him. She knew it was stupid, but she just wanted to disappear.
“Why not?” Harry asked timidly, like he was afraid she would explode with so many tears she’d drown them all. “We can take you, it’s fine—
“I have detention. McGonagall will find me, and it’ll get the lot of you in trouble.” She drew in a long sniffing breath, sitting up and wiping her eyes. She looked at Harry again with as strong a look as she could muster.
“Promise me Harry. Promise me if there’s a single thing you can manage to do to save Buckbeak, you’ll do it.”
"I realized that
the loneliest hearts
are not found
within abandoned
rooms or between
furrowed..."
the loneliest hearts
are not found
within abandoned
rooms or between
furrowed sheets.
They’re not in bars
where bitter gulps
can wash away the
saltiest tears.
They’re nowhere near
the darkest hallway
or the blurriest
of all the paths.
But the loneliest hearts
are found
squeezed underneath
the loudest laughs.”
- hannamaemata96 (via wnq-writers)
ginnywisely:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age...
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
sixpenceee:
Eternal Flame Falls
The Eternal Flame Falls is a...
Eternal Flame Falls
The Eternal Flame Falls is a small waterfall located in the Shale Creek Preserve, a section of Chestnut Ridge Park in Western New York. A small grotto at the waterfall’s base emits natural gas, which can be lit to produce a small flame. This flame is visible nearly year round, although it can be extinguished and must occasionally be re-lit.
Kim Shimmers and the Screech Owl
This Harry Potter fanfiction now complete! As long as all goes well, I should be beginning to post the squeal starting next weekend!
Chapter 11
A Promise Kept
Kim’s exams were harder than those at Lemmonforth, but she was well prepared. She expected to do decently on most, and knew she did excellently on a few, such as Divinations, which was a total joke and easily faked anyway, Defense Against The Dark Arts, and both of her Creature related classes, though she was hardly proud of Care of Magical Creatures since the exam was designed so you’d essentially have to try in order to fail. Kim couldn’t blame Hagrid, given how distracted he was about Buckbeak’s upcoming retrial, but honestly, who couldn’t manage to keep flobberworms alive for an hour? All they did was sit there and throb like disgusting green maggots.
Regardless, Kim was in a good mood because she was sitting between Fred and George at dinner, and she had just finished all her exams.
“I was just thinking we should find a good way to send off the first years before the year’s over,” Fred said, squinting into the distance as if he was formulating a masterpiece in his mind.
“And by ‘send off’ you mean something along the lines of filling all their underwear with itching powder, am I correct?” Kim asked, for mock clarification. She of course knew this was exactly the kind of thing Fred meant.
“I like the way you think, but I want something… showier.” Kim laughed and rolled her eyes. Ron, Harry, and Hermione approached then, looking rather sullen. They had been eating farther down the table, and had waved back to her but hadn’t seemed very enthusiastic for students who had just finished their tests.
“Kim, there’s something we need to tell you,” Harry said, and Kim turned sideways in her seat. “It’s Buckbeak… he’s lost his second hearing… they’re going to execute him.”
Kim’s jaw dropped and her stomach fell. It was as though Harry had slapped her across the face.
“What?” she said, hands starting to tremble and eyes growing hot. With all the effort they’d put into it, with how clearly Buckbeak was innocent, Kim had been entirely certain that Buckbeak would have been cleared. She hadn’t allowed herself to consider their failure because… because…
“This is terrible,” she said, her throat clamping and her face crumbling. She felt the tears welling hot in her eyes, and she ducked into her hands. She didn’t want to cry in front of Fred and Georg and everyone else for that matter, but she couldn’t stop herself. An awful shudder wracked through her body.
“Hey…” George said, though it was clear in his tone he didn’t know how to comfort her. She felt a hand on her shoulder, gentle and comforting, and another on her back, giving her an encouraging pat. She wiped her eyes and looked up at Harry, still bleary.
“We have to do something!”
Ron looked like he might be sick, Hermione like she was holding back tears as well, and Harry just looked at her with a determined grimace.
“I don’t know-…” Harry started to say, but he couldn’t finish.
“I don’t think there’s anything left we can do,” Hermione said.
“We have to keep trying. Poor Buckbeak, he’s innocent! They can’t do this, its wrong!” she wailed. She sucked air in through her mouth and tried to gather some semblance of presentableness, but she could feel herself rattling apart again the moment she thought on the pure injustice of it.How can this happen? Despite everything we did to prevent it?
“We’re going down in secret,” Ron said quietly. “To support Hagrid and everything—
“I can’t,” Kim wept, and let out a miserable sound of defeat. She buried her eyes and forehead in George’s shoulder while Fred continued to pat her back solemnly. George felt stiff for a moment, but he accepted her in and allowed her to essentially hide herself in him. She knew it was stupid, but she just wanted to disappear.
“Why not?” Harry asked timidly, like he was afraid she would explode with so many tears she’d drown them all. “We can take you, it’s fine—
“I have detention. McGonagall will find me, and it’ll get the lot of you in trouble.” She drew in a long sniffing breath, sitting up and wiping her eyes. She looked at Harry again with as strong a look as she could muster.
“Promise me Harry. Promise me if there’s a single thing you can manage to do to save Buckbeak, you’ll do it.”
