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February 8, 2018
Kim Shimmers and the Veil of Death
A Harry Potter fanfic by me (and the 4th instalment in the Kim Shimmers series)
How could we ever hope to flicker on against a
darkness so complete, against an evil so prevailing?
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 5
Honey and Revenge, That’s What Little Girls Are Made Of
Kim received an extremely apologetic letter from Fred as well as flowers so vibrant and over the top she was almost embarrassed for her friends to see them. The bright blue lilies twirled by themselves in the vase, and the white daisies tittered and fluttered like a breeze had tickled them. She rolled her eyes at the letter, though the extravagant show did help a little, she couldn’t help but wonder if this would be life with him. Constant disappointment followed by showy displays of his empty regret. Was he actually sorry enough not to do it again, or was he just trying to get back on her good side?
Soon after Hogsmeade, she was called to the Department of Mysteries. She was surprised it had taken them so long to send her a letter. Usually they got hold of her very soon after the semester began. But her nerves about going were evidently unfounded. Save a very brisk speech about her transgression and her breach of Mr. Branderbon’s trust, she remained unpunished by them. Her access to the department was heavily supervise and restricted now, as she’d expected. The trip was all business, in with the visions, and then out with her to return to Hogwarts. But that was leagues better than the time served in Azkaban that her transgressions could have earned her, so she remained thankful.
Kim was also informed soon after Hogsmeade of a calamitous happening that she’d completely missed. A Gryffindor girl, Katie Bell, had been bewitched to bring a necklace into Hogwarts. Upon touching the necklace she was nearly killed. The magic was dark and the event foreboding, for certain, but nothing else could be known about it. Harry was, of course, convinced that Malfoy had something to do with the attack, but his suspicions were mostly grounded in his hatred for the boy, which Kim admittedly shared. She hoped it was Malfoy who’d done it, like she hoped she’d get the chance to pummel him with every spell she knew before her time at Hogwarts was done.
That next weekend Kim and Hermione sat together in a corner hallway that was particularly good for practicing spells due to its spacious nature. Hermione was helping Kim get the hang of some of the new spells they were learning in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Her assistance was proving invaluable. Harry was a good teacher and had helped her a lot in the past, but Hermione was a compendium of all the positions and wand movements and pronunciations for every spell Kim could ever wish to know. Harry was equally good at spells, but he succeeded more by feeling, which made him admittedly not as good of a teacher as Hermione, who could recite the exact way a spell should be cast and correct any minute mistakes Kim made.
“Slughorn’s Christmas party is bound to be a good time,” Hermione mentioned quite randomly. They were just sitting from their practice, taking a break.
“Yeah, sure,” Kim agreed, though she hadn’t really thought about it much.
Hermione got a look like she was both nervous and pleased with herself at the same time, and deciding how to say something.
“I expect Harry will be there, since he can’t possibly avoid Slughorn’s invite this time… and I invited Ron to come with me…”
Kim looked at her meaningfully. The manor of care Hermione had taken to mention this to Kim told her there was more than what lie on the surface. “Did you now,” she said, sounding impressed.
Hermione gave a soft laugh. “Yes, well… I figured he’d want to be there, and he wasn’t invited by Slughorn of course, so…”
“So you decided to take it upon yourself to take him as your date,” Kim said facetiously. “You saint, Hermione, I can only imagine how hard it is for you.” They both chuckled good-naturedly.
“Well,” Hermione said, clearing her throat, “I wouldn’t quite say he’s my date…”
“But you’d like him to be.”
She cleared her throat again. “You know how I’ve always… felt for him…”
“Oh yeah, I know. I just thought you were still in the business of pretending you could care less about him. Not that you were doing a convincing job at that.”
“Yes, well… exactly my point.” She sighed heavily. “I’m probably a fool. I allow myself to believe sometimes that he might actually have feelings for me in return. But then he does something assish that vanishes the thought, almost without fail.”
“I don’t know, Hermione… I wouldn’t be so hasty to call yourself a fool just yet.”
Hermione looked at her like she sincerely wanted to believe her. “You don’t think?”
Kim shrugged, making a face that conveyed you never know. They were quite for a moment after that, Kim fiddling with the chain of her neckless.
“Oh… I’m sorry, Kim.”
Kim looked up, trying to ascertain the meaning of Hermione’s apology, but she couldn’t see one.
“You must’ve been thinking about Fred,” she explained.
Kim looked down at the chain in her hand, and the teardrop pendant attached to it. She didn’t know if he’d been there before, but as she gazed into the drop, Fred’s form appeared. She released the necklace hastily.
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February 7, 2018
Kim Shimmers and the Veil of Death
A Harry Potter fanfic by me (and the 4th instalment in the Kim Shimmers series)
How could we ever hope to flicker on against a
darkness so complete, against an evil so prevailing?
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 5
Honey and Revenge, That’s What Little Girls Are Made Of
Kim received an extremely apologetic letter from Fred as well as flowers so vibrant and over the top she was almost embarrassed for her friends to see them. The bright blue lilies twirled by themselves in the vase, and the white daisies tittered and fluttered like a breeze had tickled them. She rolled her eyes at the letter, though the extravagant show did help a little, she couldn’t help but wonder if this would be life with him. Constant disappointment followed by showy displays of his empty regret. Was he actually sorry enough not to do it again, or was he just trying to get back on her good side?
Soon after Hogsmeade, she was called to the Department of Mysteries. She was surprised it had taken them so long to send her a letter. Usually they got hold of her very soon after the semester began. But her nerves about going were evidently unfounded. Save a very brisk speech about her transgression and her breach of Mr. Branderbon’s trust, she remained unpunished by them. Her access to the department was heavily supervise and restricted now, as she’d expected. The trip was all business, in with the visions, and then out with her to return to Hogwarts. But that was leagues better than the time served in Azkaban that her transgressions could have earned her, so she remained thankful.
Kim was also informed soon after Hogsmeade of a calamitous happening that she’d completely missed. A Gryffindor girl, Katie Bell, had been bewitched to bring a necklace into Hogwarts. Upon touching the necklace she was nearly killed. The magic was dark and the event foreboding, for certain, but nothing else could be known about it. Harry was, of course, convinced that Malfoy had something to do with the attack, but his suspicions were mostly grounded in his hatred for the boy, which Kim admittedly shared. She hoped it was Malfoy who’d done it, like she hoped she’d get the chance to pummel him with every spell she knew before her time at Hogwarts was done.
That next weekend Kim and Hermione sat together in a corner hallway that was particularly good for practicing spells due to its spacious nature. Hermione was helping Kim get the hang of some of the new spells they were learning in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Her assistance was proving invaluable. Harry was a good teacher and had helped her a lot in the past, but Hermione was a compendium of all the positions and wand movements and pronunciations for every spell Kim could ever wish to know. Harry was equally good at spells, but he succeeded more by feeling, which made him admittedly not as good of a teacher as Hermione, who could recite the exact way a spell should be cast and correct any minute mistakes Kim made.
“Slughorn’s Christmas party is bound to be a good time,” Hermione mentioned quite randomly. They were just sitting from their practice, taking a break.
“Yeah, sure,” Kim agreed, though she hadn’t really thought about it much.
Hermione got a look like she was both nervous and pleased with herself at the same time, and deciding how to say something.
“I expect Harry will be there, since he can’t possibly avoid Slughorn’s invite this time… and I invited Ron to come with me…”
Kim looked at her meaningfully. The manor of care Hermione had taken to mention this to Kim told her there was more than what lie on the surface. “Did you now,” she said, sounding impressed.
Hermione gave a soft laugh. “Yes, well… I figured he’d want to be there, and he wasn’t invited by Slughorn of course, so…”
“So you decided to take it upon yourself to take him as your date,” Kim said facetiously. “You saint, Hermione, I can only imagine how hard it is for you.” They both chuckled good-naturedly.
“Well,” Hermione said, clearing her throat, “I wouldn’t quite say he’s my date…”
“But you’d like him to be.”
She cleared her throat again. “You know how I’ve always… felt for him…”
“Oh yeah, I know. I just thought you were still in the business of pretending you could care less about him. Not that you were doing a convincing job at that.”
“Yes, well… exactly my point.” She sighed heavily. “I’m probably a fool. I allow myself to believe sometimes that he might actually have feelings for me in return. But then he does something assish that vanishes the thought, almost without fail.”
“I don’t know, Hermione… I wouldn’t be so hasty to call yourself a fool just yet.”
Hermione looked at her like she sincerely wanted to believe her. “You don’t think?”
Kim shrugged, making a face that conveyed you never know. They were quite for a moment after that, Kim fiddling with the chain of her neckless.
“Oh… I’m sorry, Kim.”
Kim looked up, trying to ascertain the meaning of Hermione’s apology, but she couldn’t see one.
“You must’ve been thinking about Fred,” she explained.
Kim looked down at the chain in her hand, and the teardrop pendant attached to it. She didn’t know if he’d been there before, but as she gazed into the drop, Fred’s form appeared. She released the necklace hastily.
gracebabcockwrites:Let me step into a painting–make my colors more vivid,my lines elegant and...
Let me step into a painting–
make my colors more vivid,
my lines elegant and soft,
my form frozen in time
to be gazed at now
and then.
February 6, 2018
"I wanted to tame
my wild side. I thought
there was no sin
in seeking peace
from myself, in..."
my wild side. I thought
there was no sin
in seeking peace
from myself, in pursuing
soft intentions.
She took insult
and being wild
determined to destroy
the one who would
destroy her.
With gleeful
promises, she led
me into the darkness
and sealed me here
stone by stone,
howling that we
would never be tame.
Separated from half
her soul,
she grew quietly
wilder, slowly maddened
into melancholy.
Soon she will wish
to dance in the moonlight
and find her steps stayed.
She will descend
into the earth,
dig me free
stone by stone
and we will howl
together
at the moon,
whole again.”
-
Fortunato’s Hope
Grace Babcock © 2017
(via gracebabcockwrites)
