Strange Reflections

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.

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It kept lurking at the edge of his consciousness as he puttered about Grimmauld Place doing chores as he had since Kreacher had died in the final battle. He had already cleaned the house with magic in anticipation of Hermione arriving tonight and moving in, but now he redid everything the way he had learnt at the Dursleys.

The strange feeling watched him while he cleaned the bathrooms.

It sat in the corner of his mind while he mopped the floors. It looked over his shoulder while he prepared dinner for Hermione and himself. As a result Harry felt desperately relieved when Hermione finally got to Grimmauld Place. How was your day? It was inspired to ask the goblins for help in closing the loopholes in both that and the tax code.

How did you come up with it?

They went for it then? I had to make a concession that we would meticulously check the law to ensure that the goblin's weren't inserting loopholes for their own gain. Harry chuckled at his friend and started serving up the food. You were going to spend some time with Ginny, right?

Might not even matter considering Hermione is going to try and drag a conversation about my feelings out of it no matter how or when she finds out. To be honest, I think Trelawney could have managed that prediction. I've been struggling to put a name to it all day. I also don't know why I don't feel… worse. I'm… not; not really. Breaking that attachment can cause a sense of loss. If you aren't feeling that loss then maybe you weren't as attached to Ginny as you thought you were.

Do you want me to help you check the press release when Ginny sends it over? The rest of the dinner passed amicably between the two friends, as it used to at Hogwarts. Harry was both looking forward to any help Hermione could give him with his nightmares and dreading having to tell her what he had done to earn them. Looking up he found those determined brown eyes closer than he had expected.

If you're more comfortable with someone else, I won't be offended. I want you to know that I won't tell anyone anything you tell me without your permission. We aren't on a timetable and you don't need to force yourself to talk about things you aren't ready for. The point of this isn't to magically cure your nightmares, Harry.

It's going to take time, but talking out loud about what you experienced will help you to accept what happened sooner than if you keep it all bottled up.

Eventually Hermione drew back and, taking Harry's hand, she pulled him up the stairs to the top floor. Once you're in your pajamas, we'll talk for a bit and then we can get some sleep. I'll be in the room next to you so I can come wake you if you start screaming again. The master bedroom is warded beyond belief against exactly that sort of thing. I've not figured out how to add anyone to the wards yet. Those wards or a bottle and then some of whisky are the only reason I've been getting any sleep at all. I guess it comes down to whether I trust the wards or Hermione more. I'll meet you in about half an hour okay?

Make sure you brush your teeth. That was you coming to dinner at least once before we head back to Hogwarts. Don't bother thinking up an excuse for why you can't attend just yet. We'll have our talk first and can deal with scheduling dinner tomorrow. She's not going to chew you out; much. He just shook his head and headed into Sirius old room to get ready for bed.

If nothing else I'm trying something new. Nothing else has worked so far after all. You have a visitor! That's a new one. The only people I can imagine coming by are Ron and Ginny and they haven't given any indication that they would. Closing the magazine and placing it on his bedside table, Hadrian got up from where he had been lounging on the bed. He made his way down the stairs playing a guessing game with himself about who he would see.

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.

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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.

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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.

Strange Reflections by Dennis L. McKiernan

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.

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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.

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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.