The Queen's Reflections

A white rabbit emerged in the clearing. Six year old Harry tumbled through the scrub, making a not so strategic pounce for the stressed creature, now scampering towards the undergrowth of an old tree. Arthur awkwardly, pursued the predator and his prey, persistent to participate in his brother’s game. Their younger sister who had, from the moment she could put one foot in front of the other, had trailed after her two siblings away from the watchful eye of her mother. She now too had reached the tree the rabbit had retreated to but her brothers were no longer there; confused and realising she was alone, young Alice began to cry. Not far off a tea party in play came to a stand still as the alert was heard by the children’s parents.

It had been many years since the rabbit hunt incident. Alice had been too young to remember what had really happened and had become accustomed to her parents ‘scarlet fever’ stories. She was now 10 years of age and had become a very reserved child whilst still maintaining the adventurous and curious spirit that had once led her to follow her brothers.

It was a brisk spring morning in the Liddell’s garden, Alice had decided to take Dinah her new kitten for a walk and to gather some daffodils for the breakfast table in hopes that the gesture would encourage distraction from the fact that she was meant to be preparing for her performance at this afternoons Garden party. She detested the butterflies that had inhabited her stomach and could not remember a single verse of the readings she was to recite. She went over the words as she dreamed her way through the meadow “How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail...” “That’s not how it goes...oh Dinah, Dinah what ever am I going to do?” She was interrupted by a sudden rush of wind past her leg with a queer noise erupting from the tall grass beneath her “I’m late! I’m late!” She was a little startled first by what she saw next a pure white rabbit stood on its hind legs above the greenery and produced a pocket watch from a pocket attached to a discreet white waistcoat. “Curious, Dinah did you see that?” As Alice watched the peculiar sight unfold she noticed the creature had dropped what seemed to be a pair of white gloves and a white fan “Oh sir, Mr. Rabbit sir, wait! You dropped these!” “Sir, indeed Alice my dear this is a rabbit you’re talking too” she noted to herself. “It would be very unfortunate though to lose such things as ones fan and gloves, I must indeed return them immediately after all he is late, and he must need them where he is rushing to.” So without thought or logic Alice began immediately to pursue the white rabbit in hopes of returning to him his lost belongings.

The rabbit was heading through the Forest at the end of the garden now at such a speed that Alice barely noticed how far she had delved into the forest herself. She observed the rabbit as it slowed down it’s pace and leapt through the undergrowth of a strangely, familiar, old tree. “I’ve been here before... curiouser and curiouser...” She ventured closer to the tree but her footing was stolen as the undergrowth parted and Alice was swallowed into an enormous, dark rabbit hole. The terrified Alice was relieved to find the gravity in the hole was a little kinder than the one she was immune to, instead of plummeting to her demise she began to float like a feather in the wind. As she descended the hole it began to grow lighter and she could now see a warm glow and a possible end to her fall. Alice found her legs and began to follow the tunnel, forgetting her previous pursuits, she was now intrigued at where she was. The tunnel soon widened and opened into a great cavernous room made entirely out of marble. But it was not the many doors surrounding the walls of the room that fascinated Alice, in fact she didn’t even notice them until second glance, she was entranced by a remarkable mirror that seemed to hover in the middle of the room. No ordinary mirror of course, for as she examined it closely she was amazed to be staring her two lost siblings in the face, overwhelmed, Alice ran forth to embrace them but as she neared the mirror she saw herself already inside the mirror. Her Brothers did not motion to her neither did the other Alice, they seemed to be in another place inside the mirror, the strangest thing though was the fact that the Alice on the other side, mirrored her exact movements but her brothers reflections remained unaware of her presence. Distressed Alice began to cry, why could she not reach out to them or be with them in the mirror world? How were they even there? Her mother had always told them their brothers had died of scarlet fever. She began to call to them but their images became distorted and soon the reflections changed into the image of a beautiful rose garden. The garden became animated and the vines from the roses scaled Alice’s torso persuading her towards the mirror. She did not though attempt in any way to rebel, instead she gave in to the puppetry of her limbs, closed her eyes and was embraced by the mirror.

To her dismay the mirror world was not as beautiful as the reflection in the mirror had shown. In front of Alice towered a much larger version of the Liddell forest, somehow different, darker than the one she was familiar with. Most unusual was the shrill laughter to be heard within the boundaries of the trees. Alice immediately ventured forth in hopes of finding someone who could help her. But she was not alone close behind Alice was the white rabbit. Long had he been luring children of the human world to wonderland but he was particularly amused by this particular girl. She would not become one of Wonderlands citizens like the rest; no she was not young enough; she was just old enough though for something much greater.

No sooner had Alice taken two strides into the forest had she been ambushed by a Hatter and A Harea and what appeared to be a magnificent looking tea party. The likeness of the two characters to her brothers was extraordinary. The Hatter was tall with a boyish grin, and was wearing a top hat which was obviously a size to big for him. Whilst the Hare though much like a regular hare had a human body with just a hint of innocence in his large brown eyes. Alice was taken aback what had become of her siblings; just moments ago she had seen them clear as day in the rabbit hole. Her thoughts were put aside as the two character s approached.

“Smashing my dear, simply marvellous you must join us,” The Hatter ushered Alice to a seat.

“Indeed my dear fellow, but what is it?” remarked the Hare
“I am Alice” She retorted
“An Alice? I’m afraid we know not of this Alice business, tea anyone?”
“Tea? Do you not recognize me? Harry? Arthur?”
“Harold, I knew a Harold once, know how did he go again?”

"Moove Dowwn!”

The sudden exclamation from the Hatter made Alice jump out of her chair and follow suit.
As she rearranged herself in her new place setting she realised it was useless trying to get any answers out of these two, they were as mad as Alice felt.

DAYS GONE BY

Well guys here is my first attempt at a fanfiction story. All comments are welcome.

DAYS GONE BY


The sounds of celebration had disappeared from the hills of Hogwarts. Just a few short hours before, the resonance of laughter, joy, happiness and music had rung out into the surrounding landscape. The wizarding world was celebrating the 6th anniversary of the defeat of Voldemort.

It had been two days straight of non-stop partying, drinking, eating and general merriment with family and friends for Hermione. As the transfiguration professor it was one of the few times a year that she got to spend quality time with Harry and the Weasley’s.

Generally Hermione lived a busy life full of teaching and preparing lesson plans, head of house responsibilities and research into her new pet project.

Yet it was times like this that Hermione dreaded the most. As she walked by Hadgrid’s hut in the stillness of the sunset it all came rushing back. The pain, hurt, and anger shouting within her head screaming to be let out.

WHY, why had everyone else been able to move on? Live their lives and be genuinely happy. Why did they all have someone, someone to love, someone to care for, and someone to share their pain?

Hermione knew that Harry and the Weasley’s missed Ron. But they did not rely on him to be their pillar of strength. They all could get on with their lives remembering him and cherishing those times of joy.

For Hermione it was different her pain was a constant ache that never eased. Not only did she mourn for Ron, but felt deep hypocrisy burning within her very being. After witnessing Bellatrix murder her first love, Hermione the great campaigner for the fair treatment of all magical creatures turned her wand and with no hesitation caste the unforgivable ‘AVADA KADARVA’. She watched the life leave Bellatrix’s eyes and felt nothing but absolute hatred and revenge.

This questioned all she felt she was and stood for.

… Hermione’s feet kept taking her to where she did not know, nor care and it was not till exhaustion took over that she sat down. The sun had long set; a chill was coming into the air. In the stillness she could not run, nor hide. It was moments like this that she yearned for days gone by.

As Hermione lay on the cold, damp ground she could sense another lone figure wandering the hills of Hogwarts. There was only one other person who walked the hills in solitude. As Hermione glanced in his direction he nodded in acknowledgement. It was their unspoken rule that they did not talk or interrupt each other’s loneliness. Each had their own hell and neither knew how to escape.

Yet tonight felt different somehow, whether it was the crickets singing their lonely lament, or the early autumn breeze on an unexpected summer night, neither could tell. For the first time in three years of being colleagues, Professor Snape spoke breaking the silence.

“I see the boy wonder was able to break himself away from the throngs of adoring fans.”

Severus was glad to have escaped the confines of the castle. Minerva would have done better to place him in a full body bind than expect him to circulate and mingle with the castle guests at the anniversary celebrations.

Severus was not a social man; he left that to the likes of Potter. He might have been a recipient of Order of Merlin, First Class. Yet it did not stop the suspicious looks, the glares of mistrust and hatred. This coming ironically from the majority of the wizarding world that was not present at the final battle.

So Severus stuck to his corner of the room glaring at anyone who ventured within talking distance. Professor Snape preferred the company of a glass of old Ogden’s finest whiskey and the odd interaction with a Malfoy or the boy wonder himself.

After the sun had set Severus ventured off to harvest the magical fungi pe’nance.

This fungus was bright red with bursts of blinding white at the base, only opened on the waxing moon of August. He knew she would be out wandering. She had taken to walking the hills more and more often. The pain he saw in her eyes haunted him, as he knew it well, self-hatred. Many thought she was still mourning the loss of Ron, yet Severus knew instinctively that it was more.

Nonetheless a big part of Severus felt why should I care. I have done my part for the wizarding world. The last thing she needs is my self-loathing feeding into her own. Contaminating each other. But what is it they say, “Misery loves company”.

“I see the boy wonder was able to break himself away from the throngs of adoring fans.”

Hermione ignored him, as she knew he was trying to bait her. Yet there was a slight warmth slowly growing up from her toes, encompassing her whole body. For the first time in three years something felt real. Snapes sarcasm was real. Nothing had changed with him. He was still the same sour, sarcastic, bitter, spiteful man he had always been. He had been a bully the day Hermione first met him and remained one to this very day.

This pulled her back to a place, which she longed for. A time that was full of innocence. It reminded her of days gone by.

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Milky: my fanfiction

This is my fanfiction of Kiki's Delivery Service, one of Miyazaki Hayao's anime films.

If you want to borrow the dvd, I got one so please feel free to ask me. I think Paul also has a copy too.

It has been nearly thirteen years since the day Auntie Kiki saved the life of a young boy called Tombo who fell off an air ship. Sora, the son of Osono who owned a bakery in a city called Koriko, grew up listening to the story. It was quite strange to have a famous person living with him. All of his friends were jealous of him for being so close to her. But Sora didn’t think it was special. It didn’t mean he could fly. He remembered auntie Kiki telling him that the flying skill is something which was passed on through generations.
Sora heard his mother yelling.
“Kiki. Are you ready to go to Okusama’s place?”
“In a minute, Osono!”, said Kiki from her bedroom upstairs.
“Sora? Sora? Where are you?”, said Osono.
“Coming!!” said Sora in a grumpy face. He knew that he was about to be asked to look after Kaze and the bakery while his mother and auntie Kiki visited their friend’s house. They go every Thursday afternoon for what they call ‘ladies afternoon tea time’.

“Oh, don’t look so grumpy. We won’t be too long today. We are just dropping off some bread that Okusama has asked us to bring. She isn’t well you see.”
“I know”, said Sora, still looking grumpy.
“You look after Kaze and the shop while we are gone, please? If anything happens, you can always call your father. He is upstairs, sleeping.”
“hmm…Okay.”


Sora sat on the chair behind the counter and took a biscuit from the basket next to him. As he munched the biscuit, he looked out the window. He could see his mother and auntie Kiki walking away from the bakery. He watched them until they disappeared from the sight and then sighed.
‘I wish I could fly like auntie Kiki. She is so cool when she flies on her broom sti……’
Sora’s eyes caught auntie’s broom stick. It was leaning on the wall close to the door which leads to the kitchen. He could hear his heart pounding faster.
‘I wonder if I just…..play with it again.’
He looked around. “No one seems to be watching” he said to himself. He then quickly hopped off the chair and walked around the counter. When his hand nearly touched the broom stick, someone yelled.
“Sora! Don’t even think about it!”
Sora turned around and saw Kaze running towards him from the kitchen. She was wearing a yellow dress which has a large picture of sun flower in the front. But it was covered in paint. She must’ve been doing some painting in the lounge.
Sora gave Kaze an annoyed look and said “Think about what?”
“I know you were just trying to play with auntie Kiki’s broom. Mum always tells us not to play with it!”
“Shh. Be quiet. You might wake Dad up. eyIf you don’t tell mum, you can have a little go too. And I won’t tell her either.” He grinned at Kaze and continued.
“Who knows. You might be able to fly a bit like me.”
Sora lied. But this seemed to be the only way to persuade Kaze to let him play with the broom.
Kaze looked up at his face.
“You can’t fly!” said Kaze in angry voice.
“Yes I can. Well, only a bit though. Do you want me to show you?”
“Go on then. Let’s see it.”
Sora stepped over the broom stick. He has played with Kiki’s broom stick before. He has never actually flown only managing to lift a few inches off the floor before.
He breathed in and out, trying to stay calm. He stared at the tip of the broom stick, trying to concentrate. Then lightly, he kicked the floor. His body slowly went up in the air. After ten seconds, he landed back.
“Wow!! You really did it! You looked like a wizard!”, said Kaze in excitement.
“Do you think I could do that too?”
“Well, you gotta try”, said Sora as he stepped off the broom stick. He handed it over to Kaze.
Kaze hesitated and said “I’m scared. You remember the story about how auntie Kiki lost control of her old broom stick when she was trying to rescue Tombo, don’t you?”
“That was not a broom stick. Auntie said it was a push-broom that she borrowed from an old man. It wasn’t hers”, said Sora impatiently.
“But….”, said Kaze in frightened voice, tears coming out of her eyes. She looked up at Sora’s face, begging him to hop on the broom stick with her. Sora didn’t like the look on his sister’s face. She always gets her own way, he thought. If she was so scared, why doesn’t she just give up and watch me fly again? Bloody woman! Sora shook his head.
“All right, all right! Stop crying! But you have to hop on the back though coz I need to see where I’m going”.
Kaze nodded as she wiped tears from her eyes with her sleeves. Now her face was covered in paint.
“Are you ready?”
“…y…yes….”
Sora held the broom stick tight. He knew that he probably had to concentrate more to lift two people this time.
When he was just about to kick the floor, the front door of the bakery swung opened.
Osono and Kiki were standing outside the door, looking at two in shocked and terrified face.
“What are you two……!!!!”, said Osono. Sora could tell the anger rising in her mother’s face.
He could only think of doing one thing.
“Hold me tight, Kaze!” said Sora, kicking the floor as hard as he can. The broom lifted about one metre high. He bent his body forward so he could fly fast towards the door which was wide open.
They flew out of the bakery to the blue sky. The broom carried them higher and higher.Sora could hear his mother screaming, “Nooooo!! Sora!! Kaze!! Get back here!!!”

Milky: Hello everyone.

hello everyone. Just checking to see if I can post this properly.

iWrite Fanfiction # 6

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