Strange Reflections

Strange Reflections Chapter 8, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction

Preview — Strange Reflections by Dennis L. Strange Reflections by Dennis L. Naxianpheria is a Demon of a different sort, and Mages, or, that is, a limited number of Mages are her bane. Yet she has ways of coping with them in a world ignorant of science. Crossing a moor at night can be quite Naxianpheria is a Demon of a different sort, and Mages, or, that is, a limited number of Mages are her bane. Crossing a moor at night can be quite deadly, for should the Wild Hunt come riding by.

Take care, should you stumble across it. But there are ways of getting even. McKiernan has long enchanted fans and critics alike with his tales of Mithgar and Faery and his Caverns of Socrates.

Strange Reflections

Yet McKiernan is also the author of a number of shorter stories, most of which appeared in various anthologies. This collection finally gathers them together in one place for your enjoyment. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Strange Reflections , please sign up. Lists with This Book. This book is not yet featured on Listopia. Mar 14, Thomas Cardin rated it it was amazing. I love everything by Mckiernan, and this definitely does not disappoint. I fabulous collection of short stories and several fantabulous essays on fantasy and science fiction.

He is an inspiring author. There are stories here from his Mithgar and Faerie worlds and many places in between.

All with characters that become charming within the first few words. Mar 07, Chris Hicks rated it it was amazing Shelves: Loved finally being able to read all of McKiernan's various short stories from anthologies in one group! Jonathan Manning rated it really liked it Jun 03, Cassandra Bryan rated it really liked it Dec 30, Karleen Comfort rated it really liked it Apr 13, Walter K Howell rated it it was amazing Dec 02, Zenyalore rated it it was amazing May 24, Joel rated it it was amazing May 29, Jenny rated it it was amazing Jan 03, Rebecca rated it it was amazing Jun 01, Carolyn Mallinson rated it it was amazing May 24, Wolfsrune marked it as to-read May 13, Thomas marked it as to-read May 30, Mitchell Lafer marked it as to-read Jun 15, Derek marked it as to-read Jul 06, Woody Woodring is currently reading it Sep 10, Tiffany marked it as to-read Oct 07, Michelle Tyrone marked it as to-read Nov 08, Jon marked it as to-read Dec 16, David marked it as to-read Dec 21, Tim marked it as to-read Feb 15, Terry Kilgore marked it as to-read Mar 11, My money's on McGonagall needing something else for school.

When Hadrian walked into the kitchen he was surprised to see Ginny Weasley standing there.

I'll bring up some tea and biscuits in a bit. He gently led her up the stairs and to his room and closed the door. Hadrian quickly threw some dirty laundry off of the large comfy chair that his parents had placed in his room as his 'reading chair'. Not only did she end things with him, she turned to me after that. I think my future in this universe just started looking up.

I've been in love with Harry Potter for a long time and it hurts to have to let that go. He just wasn't the man I thought he was. I think that you did the right thing. Harry didn't deserve you. The widening of Ginny's eyes told him that she had received his unspoken message and the way she squeezed his hand gave him hope that she was considering a favourable answer.

You certainly wouldn't deserve that. Give it to him tomorrow afternoon. Twenty-four hours is a believable time-frame to get it to him. About three months should be fine. Now tell me what you think of Gryffindor's chances at the Cup this year. Hadrian's change of subject allowed the two teens to talk about more mundane things for a while. Mum even dropped in with the promised tray of tea and biscuits.

She didn't hang around but she did smile happily at Hadrian as she was leaving. I guess Mum approves just like she did back home. I imagine Dad will too. There was only one thing that whole afternoon that gave Hadrian some pause. They had been talking about what things would be like at Hogwarts this year when Ginny had honestly asked: They've been more or less treating me like a firstie so far. Are they going to make go through the sorting again? I'm pretty sure I'd end up in Gryffindor no matter what, but I'm not sure I want anyone outside of the family knowing all of our plans and that includes hats.

The afternoon ended when Mum had come up to ask if Ginny would be staying for dinner. Hadrian could have predicted her response fairly accurately from his experiences with the Weasley siblings so far and Ginny's innate sense for public relations. Potter, but I should be getting home.

Mum still gets nervous if any of us stay out late unannounced. That makes it safer for her to accept, especially considering that I just told her to put a lid on any relations for a few months. In the end Ginny deferred any possible dinner until the Christmas hols given that they only had a little under a week left until the Express was due to leave for Hogwarts. Hadrian and his mother both escorted Ginny to the floo expressing their hopes that they would see her again soon.

Once Ginny was gone, Lily Potter turned to face her son. Can you set the table for me, popkin? Dinner that night was a pleasant affair. Hadrian had told Dad what had happened that afternoon and been treated to a proud look. Pretty soon everyone else will realise what Ginny apparently already has: I always did like that girl. Have you heard anything about whether they are going to try to resort us when we get to Hogwarts? I could if you wanted me to.

A touch to his shoulder brought Harry abruptly out of his nightmare, acutely aware that there was a threat in the room. He had whoever it was pinned to the ground by the throat with his wand pressed to their temple in a flash. By the light of his barely restrained curse he could see a pair of familiar brown eyes looking up at him with unfamiliar fear. He could feel Hermione's pulse thundering against his palm, each beat an accusation. You almost killed your best friend. Horrified Harry threw himself back and dropped his wand.

He scuttled back on hands and feet until his back hit his bedframe. Unable to retreat further he brought his knees up to his chest and gripped his own shoulders. I almost killed Hermione. I shouldn't be allowed around people anymore. If I can attack her, anyone could be next. A hand touched Harry's shoulder and he flinched away from the contact. Something twisted in his gut when he noticed the reddish handprint on her throat. What would I do with myself if I killed you? You'd never hurt me, Harry. I already know that. It's my fault for startling you. Now I know that I should be careful about waking you when you have a nightmare about being attacked.

After what you told me today I should probably have guessed.

You shouldn't have to guess what will cause me to attack you. You shouldn't have to learn how to put me back together. You deserve better than that, Hermione. Because you shouldn't have to face this alone. Because I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did let you face this alone and so many more reasons. I still don't understand. Why would you be willing to put up with getting almost killed just for me? What could make that worth it? Harry didn't quite manage to get his thoughts out to Hermione who had started rocking him. The action was so new to Harry that he struggled to understand what he was feeling.

Slowly he felt the tension ebbing out of his muscles. Despite the relaxation Harry didn't think he could get to sleep. He could still see the nightmare too clearly for that to be an option. I've gone with less sleep. He looked to the side to see how Hermione was doing.

Her closed eyes and even breathing revealed that she at least was sleeping peacefully again. Harry carefully disentangled himself from her arms and lifted her onto his bed. He gently pulled the covers up over her and tucked her in. Thanks for being here, Hermione, but you need your rest.

Turning around Harry snuck out of the room. I think I'll go down to the library. Might as well get a headstart looking for ways to adjust the master bedroom wards. As he looked through the Black family library for the appropriate text, Harry allowed himself to remember his conversation with Hermione before they had gone to bed. He hadn't told her about the camps in any great detail, but she knew what they had found and about the battle that he and the other liberators had fought to protect those that hadn't been experimented on at Rookwood's camp.

I wonder if she'll still tell me that I'm not a horrible person when she finds out that we exterminated the others while they were still locked in their cages? Harry took a deep breath as memories threatened to overtake his mind. That's a definite downside to talking about this stuff: I'm not sure I want to know what I'll see when we get to the really gruesome stuff; if we get to the really gruesome stuff. I didn't think it would be that hard to tell her about what happened. Shaking off his dark thoughts, Harry grabbed an old family journal and threw himself into a chair.

Distractions are always good after a nightmare. Forcing himself to focus on the pages in front of him gave Harry that sought after distraction and kept him busy until he noticed that the light in the library had begun to change. Looking up from the journal revealed that dawn was breaking outside. Time to go make breakfast.

I wonder what time Hermione will get up? After considering it for a moment Harry decided to just use warming charms if Hermione woke up much later than he finished.

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He started breakfast by making his usual pot of coffee. It feels almost surreal without the hangover. While the grind was steeping he set about cooking Hermione a full English breakfast. I know she doesn't particularly care for it, but it'll have to do until we can go shopping. He was just filling his own plate when he heard hurried, stumbling steps coming down the stairs. A moment later Hermione appeared in the doorway, her hair wilder than usual and her eyes wide and on the verge of panic.

When she spotted Harry making breakfast she froze. Sorry that this is all we have for breakfast. I can go shopping later if you give me a list of what you'd like. Did you get back to sleep at all? Now let's have breakfast. He got back to the table just in time to see Hermione's face twist into a grimace. How do you drink that swill? Hermione pushed her cup of coffee across the table and claimed the empty cup that Harry had set down next to his plate.

Harry soon had a pot of tea on the table for Hermione who was already half-way through the food on her plate. Kingsley may have gotten permission for me to leave school from time to time, but I've already told him that I won't for anything less than an emergency. After that I'll be free until September first. I intend to take my last year of school seriously. What have you got planned? I'll probably spend the day studying up on what I need to know so I don't embarrass you this year.

Hermione just snorted in amusement. I'll be quizzing you when I get home. We'll see about that. Thank you for breakfast, Harry. He calmly finished his cup of coffee before heading up to fetch the book. I really should make sure that I get through this as soon as possible so I don't make an arse of myself when we get back to Hogwarts. I still haven't found out how to change the wards on the master bedroom either.

Harry had barely settled back in to the library when the door cracked open and Hermione stuck her head in. Don't worry so much. I'll see you when you get home or tomorrow morning.

Did you leave me a list of groceries you'd like me to buy? There sure are a lot of rules to remember. It's a wonder anyone except Hermione manages. It certainly offers one reason that she was such an effective prefect though. Harry did his best to memorise all the rules and regulations in the book as he wasn't entirely convinced that Hermione had been joking when she told him that she'd quiz him.

Harry was just considering heading downstairs and getting some lunch when he heard the floo chime. He was instantly on alert. There is no way that the meetings at the Ministry went this quickly. Someone else must have decided to drop in. Okay, calm down Potter. The only people who know the secret of the Fidelius are your friends. Don't attack them like you did Hermione last night.

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I hope she doesn't stay long. Not the most charitable of thoughts, but she's not even in the room yet and it's already awkward. The door opened a lot like it had that morning except instead of a head full of brown curls a lithe redhead stepped into the room. Are you sure you haven't been hanging around Hermione too long?