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.

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