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 13
What She Carried
The next morning Kim woke up on the couch in the common room from the sounds of student’s moving all around her. She groaned and rolled into the couch more, her stomach shifting uneasily and her head pounding, like a sledgehammer was bouncing methodically against the inside of her skull.
“Kim, what’re you doing?” came Clemon’s familiarly sharp voice. “Did you sleep down here?”
Kim merely moaned in response, frowning at the light of morning and wishing everyone would be quiet.
“Are you drunk?”
“I was,” Kim muttered, rolling again and regretting the motion.
“Kim! On a school night?”
Kim shrugged.
“Well… I’m not sure whether to pity you or be impressed,” she said, smiling like it was amusing. Kim glared at her, but a smile snuck onto her face.
“You better get up. You’ll miss breakfast, which is probably exactly what you need right now.”
Kim moaned again as she sat up, head whirling a bit, though not nearly as bad as the night before. She recalled for the first time all that had happened and realized firstly that she owed Harry both an apology and a thank you, and secondly that she wanted to know what had happened after he went to Dumbledore’s office.
“All right, I’m getting up… Ugh,” she drew out a long groan. “I need water.”
“I’ll get you some… but then I’ve got to go to breakfast!” she said hastily as she pulled out her wand and conjured a glass of water. Kim gulped down all of it, though it did nothing for her headache and her wobbling stomach.
“Thank you,” she breathed.
“You’re welcome. Hurry up and clean yourself up. I’ll see you later.” She hurried from Ravenclaw tower. Kim rinsed out her mouth and splashed her face with water. Pulling her unruly waves of dark reddish auburn hair into a pony tail, she hurried down for breakfast, stomach gurgling for food.
“You made it,” Harry remarked as Kim sat down beside him.
“Somehow. Well, thanks to you, really. Sorry about last night.”
“What happened last night?” Ron asked incredulously.
Harry smiled impishly. “I got Slughorn’s memory—”
“Oh Harry, that’s great,” interjected Hermione.
“And Kim got completely pissed!” he finished, lighting up Ron’s features.
“Really?” he asked, leaning in to Kim.
“Yes, yes,” Kim said batting them away as she stuffed a biscuit into her mouth.
“Why?” Hermione asked.
“Well… I don’t know, it just felt like the right thing to do at the time. Regretted it after, though.”
“Well, I don’t know if it was strictly necessary, but it helped me get the memory.”
