Kim Shimmers and the Deathly Hallows
A Harry Potter fanfic by me (and the 5th, final installment in the Kim Shimmers series)
She was like Voldemort in at least one way. They were both of the same make now.
Dead,
alive, the two of them were some cross between. Perhaps he had even felt it in
her.
This Harry Potter fan fiction (as long as all goes according to plan) will be posted by the beginning of every week. The pictures above are not mine, though I edited some.
Chapter 2
Not Dead
Kim sucked in a mouthful of water and immediately began choking. She was floating, not in the blackness of before, but in a new blackness. Her bones were piercingly cold, and there was no light pressing on her eyelids. She flailed in the water for a moment, limbs feeling impossibly heavy until she remembered how to swim. And I must swim, she though with increasing panic. Her lungs burned from the lake water in her throat, and the pressure of being deep under made her feel more that she’d been buried alive than drowned.
She opened her eyes to the blurry murk, unable to see much past a few feet. Drifting plant debris. Fish. She kicked as heard as she could, but being fully clothed made her drag unevenly through the thick water. Her wand was clutched in her hand, though she didn’t remember putting it there, and she couldn’t think about it either. All she could think was, surface, air, need air… I’m drowning.
She drew in water to her mouth again involuntarily as she kicked, unable to stop herself attempting to gasp. She couldn’t even think of magic in her panic, couldn’t calm her mind enough to remember a spell that might help her. The surface broke over her head, her eyes were exploded with light, and her lungs projected the water out of her in a violent caught. The air was so much thinner than water, as though she’d forgotten what it felt like. The breeze was cool against her sopping wet skin. The sun blinded her, and the air scraped down her throat and into her pinched lungs. She gasped and flailed for a moment as her heart thundered impossibly hard.
As soon as her lungs had received adequate, if not painful air, her arms slowed their flailing. She twisted in the water, frantically taking in her surroundings. She was indeed in a lake, and the shore was thankfully not far. It was lush grass that came to meet with a short muddy embankment, a thin forest beyond. Kim swam for it, huffing and coughing still. Her feet sunk into a muddy floor soon, thankfully, though she found with standing that her body was heavy. Her sodden robes weighed her down so much so that she stumbled in the mud and landed chest against the solid embankment of grass. She coughed some more, the agitation of her throat growing worse with the more air she sucked into it. More water leaked from her mouth than seemed possible. She spat it in the grass before her. Then there was a light flapping sound and something came to land in the grass nearby.
She looked up from the ground, panting and bleary eyed, to see Strix. Her feathers were a bit damp so she puffed herself forcefully, throwing off droplets of water and becoming spherical with fluff. For a moment they merely looked at one another.
“It was you, wasn’t it,” she said.
