FAN FICTION
THE MIRROR OF ERISED
Harry was relieved that Christmas was so close. About a week left, to be exact. Who could blame him though? Everyone in Hogwarts was excited. Harry went with Ron to send Pigwidgeon off to deliver a Christmas card to his mum and dad. "Hold still, you dumb owl!" cried Ron as he tried to tie the card to his owl's leg, but Pigwidgeon was too excited about Christmas to even think about delivering a card. "Here, let me help," Harry said as he held Pigwidgeon down. "Thanks," replied Ron as he finally finished and quickly sent his owl off. He gave a sigh of relief. "I gotta get another owl," Ron said a little annoyed. "Oh Ron, don't complain. Atleast, you got one, right?" said Harry. "Yeah," Ron said, smiling a little. "Guess you're right." "That's what I thought. Let's go visit Hermione in the libary," Harry suggested. "Okay," Ron said as he and Harry hurried off to the libary. When they reached the libary, Hermione had just walked out, carrying an armful of books. "Hermione!" cried Ron. "We were just about to come and visit you!" "What are you doing with all those books? It's the holidays, Hermione," Harry said. "For your information, they're reading material for my pleasure," replied Hermione cooly. "Lemme take a look," replied Ron as he grabbed the book on top of the pile of books in her arms. "Hmmm, 3090 ways to spend Christmas at Hogwarts. Interesting." "Well, sometimes I rather not completely waste my holiday," replied Hermione defensively. "Just kidding, Hermione. Come and walk with us," said Ron. "What? In this temperature?" cried Hermione, almost spilling her pile of books. "Yeah," Harry said. "What's the matter?" "Oh nothing. All right. I'll come, but atleast let me put these books in Gryffindor Tower first," replied Hermione as the three of them hurried off to Gryffindor Tower to drop off the books. After they did that, they all walked around the front of the school, around the lake, and visited Hagrid for a little while.
Dark finally came and they returned to Hogwarts. After the dinner had finished, everyone went to their common rooms. Ron yawned in a chair by the fire. "I'm tired. I think I'm gonna fall asleep," he yawned. "Oh Ron, you are so predictable," grinned Hermione. "Who wants hot chocolate?" yelled Seamus, standing on a chair. Everyone in the common room suddenly bursted out, answering "yes" to Seamus's question. "All right. Form a single line!" cried Seamus over the loud noise as he swung his wand around in the air a couple times, causing some sparks to appear, then dozens of cups of hot chocolate filled the air, lowering themselves into student's hands. Hermione smiled, "That Seamus. No one's ever done this sort of thing before." "Yeah. I'm gonna get a cup, want ont?" asked Harry. "Sure. Thanks," answered Hermione. When all the hot chocolate was finally drained to the last drop by the Gryffindor students, they all fell asleep. The fire blazed in the common room.
Five days later, after another Christmas feast had passed, everyone went up to their common rooms to get a good night's rest. There was only two days left until Christmas and the holidays were becoming ever-so bright. Everything and everyone was cheery. Even Malfoy had taken a break of teasing Harry and the other Gryffindors. Right before everyone was about to sleep in Gryffindor Tower, Hermione suddenly remembered something. "Oh shoot!" "What?" replied Harry and Ron at the same time. "I forgot to return a book that I borrowed! It was due today!" cried Hermione. "Oh Hermione, don't worry. It's Christmas, I'm sure the libarians are probably too busy to even care about it!" replied Ron, yawning deeply. "Well, that's just a guess, Ron! I don't want to be a worry-wort or anything, but it's just habit!" cried Hermione. "And it's time to go to bed!" "Want me to return it for you?" asked Harry, feeling cheery. "What? Thanks, but that just kinda insults me in a way," said Hermione. "What are you talking about?" asked Harry again. "Well, it's like you're saying that females can't do anything!" replied Hermione. Harry and Ron were wide-eyed. "Hermione! It was just a question! He was just trying to help!" cried Ron. "Well, excuse me Ron. No one's exactly asked me something like that before," said Hermione, defensively again. "Hermione. This can't be the hardest question you've answer, unless you count the time Viktor Krum asked you out to the Yule Ball," joked Harry as he and Ron laughed. Hermione narrowed her eyes than sighed. "Fine, take it to the libary. Thanks," replied Hermione as she shoved the book into Harry's arms. Everyone was beginning to walk up to their dormitories. "Don't be out too late," replied Hermione. "Sure, mom," replied Ron as he started walking with Harry out the common room. "Wait! I forgot my Invisibility Cloak," cried Harry as he hurried up to the dormitory and grabbed it and came back down. "What are you doing, Ron?" "What do you mean? I'm coming with you!" cried Ron. "It's okay, Ron. I can do it by myself. I've done lots of other things by myself before, you know," said Harry. "Fine, fine. Just be careful, Harry. Good night guys," yawned Ron as he went up the stairs to the boy's dormitory. Hermione smiled as Harry went to the entrance door and left.
About five minutes after Harry left the common room, he was thinking to himself, why did I ever suggest to do this? Why do I do these things? Well, I guess it's just the holiday spirit. It's Christmas. After awhile of walking and jogging, he finally reached the libary. He went inside and took out his wand, saying, "Lumos." Instantly, the tip of his wand lit up with green light, shining around the libary. He glanced down at the cover of the book he was holding. "Christmas With Wizards", he read aloud. "Interesting books, Hermione. Hmmm, this must be some kind of leisure book, so that has to go around here...or there." He went around from isle to isle, looking for the correct section of the libary to put the book in. "Where is that leisure section?" he asked himself. He glanced around the libary. Then he suddenly got an idea. He whispered, "Exacto-findius." The book suddenly hovered in the air, then after a short while, it started to float to the left of Harry, towards a group of aisles. Harry followed the book as it floated away. Then he glanced at a gold-plated sign, with the words Leisure engraved into it. "Cool," replied Harry. The book had found its position on a shelf on an aisle. "Well, the book's back on its shelf and it's time for me to get back," said Harry as he started to make his way towards the libary door.
Then a small, shimmering light appeared from behind Harry. It seemed to be coming from behind an aisle. "Hmmm. What's that?" said Harry as he started to walk towards the light. He walked behind the aisle, in which the light was coming from. Then, Harry stopped, gazing upon a giant mirror...The Mirror of Erised. Why was it glowing? "Weird," Harry said as he looked up at it, some fond memories returning to his mind from his first year at Hogwarts. "Should it be glowing?" asked Harry to himself. He started to walk away, when he saw that the light had suddenly changed from a white color to a faint orange and yellow color. "Wow," gasped Harry at the beautiful light. It was truly an amazing sight to look at. Harry's eyes continued to stay on the light coming from the mirror. The light was starting to make Harry feel like he was dreaming. Suddenly, his body felt weightless as he closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was in a different place; a place which had bright, white clouds everywhere, along with mist. Harry turned around, bedazzled at what he was seeing. The temperature was humid, warmer, yet colder than in the libary. Where am I?, Harry asked himself. What's going on? "Harry, is that you?" a voice suddenly asked. The voice was soft and gentle, a female voice. Could it be? Harry slowly turned around, the voice sounding very, very familar. Harry gasped. "Mum?" Then another voice came. This time, it was a male voice- Harry's father! "Dad!" Harry cried aloud. The two figures moved towards Harry, their faces becoming more clearer. "Mum! Dad!" cried Harry as he ran towards them. When he got closer, he spread out his arms, in an attempt to hug them, but he suddenly fell through them. "Harry!" Lily Potter cried. "Harry, are you all right?" asked James Potter. Harry got up, uninjured. "Yes, I'm okay. What's going on? How did I get here?" replied Harry.
"It's Christmas, Harry. The season of miracles," answered James. "Oh..." replied Harry. "I miss you guys so much!" "The same with us. We miss you too, Harry," said Lily as she looked upon the face of her only child. "It's been awhile since we've seen you," said James as he sat down on a cloud that was nearby. "Um, are we in Heaven?" asked Harry in a shy, yet curious voice. Lily smiled brightly and answered, "Yes." Harry gasped again. "What's wrong?" asked James. "Why are you startled?" Harry wasn't sure if he was thinking correctly, but he said, "If we're in Heaven...am I dead?" Lily and James let out a small, polite laugh. "What? What's so funny?" asked Harry suddenly. "No, son. You're not dead. It seems that the Mirror of Erised just brought you here," answered James, as he stopped laughing and grinned instead. Harry smiled, relieved. "Oh, okay! Just wondering," he said laughing a little. "So how's school, Harry?" asked Lily. "Do you have to ask me?" Harry mumbled. "Well, seeing as I'm your mother, yes," replied Lily. "It's been good. A little harder every year," answered Harry. "That's good to know," grinned Lily as James cleared his throat. "So, have you met any new friends?" James asked, curiously. "Uh, yeah actually. I've got a lot, but just two others as close ones," said Harry. "Ron Weasley and Hermione." "Would Ron's mother be Molly Weasley?" asked Lily. "Yes," answered Harry again. "Oh!" started Lily, "I use to know her! And also Arthur Weasley! I'm assuming they got married?" replied Lily joyously. "Yup. They got married, had a couple children." "The cute couple. Can you believe that, James?" asked Lily, turning to Harry's father. "Uh, no," he answered. Harry laughed.
People have always told him that he was a lot like his father, and now that he finally got a chance to meet him, those people most have been right! "So...how have things been up here?" asked Harry, trying to sound polite. There was a momentary pause. "Well, it's been quiet. We've really missed you. Since we've first arrived here, we've been worrying about you. Wondering if you're safe, away from harm. Wondering if we would ever see you again..." Lily's voice dozed off. "It's been kind of hard," replied James, "...knowing that 'You Know Who' is still out there." Harry, who couldn't contain himself, blurted out, "He's come back." There was another momentary silence. "Yes. We know, and that's why we're worrying more than ever. He's back in human form, able to hold a wand by himself...Who knows what can happen?" said James in a soft voice. "Should there be any danger, our only hope has been given to you and Dumbledore," started Lily again. "And a few other friends." Harry knew who his mother was talking about, when she mentioned 'and a few other friends'. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. "Mum...dad, there's been a lot of questions that have aquired inside my head, ever since I learned the truth about myself..." Harry's voice starting to drifted off. "Yes?" said Lily. "Well, why did Voldemort want to kill me?" asked Harry, his voice starting to quiver a little.
James answered, "When he was first powerful, the only people he feared was Dumbledore and us. Somehow, your mother and I were very special when we were little. We could use our minds to carry-out magical spells, things like that. Wands weren't usually neccessary for us. We were both popular and unpopular to some kids in Hogwarts. Dumbledore, became one of our closest friends. Someone we could depend on. He wasn't the Headmaster at the time, but he was our professor. During the time we were your age, many dark forces started brewing everywhere in the wizarding world. Many wizards soon started to come out of other wizarding schools, as evil sorcerers. Maybe five from Hogwarts. One of those people, was Tom Riddle, who you know as Voldemort. I'm not sure about this, but most dark wizards fear symbols of good. Anything that was good and decent in the world would bring them down. But anything that was good and powerful, would destroy them enternally. That's why some wizards hated us. Many of them taunted us, but no one, other than Riddle had the nerve to try to kill us." Harry finally understood. He knew more of the reason why his parents died. "When we finally graduated from Hogwarts, we started seriously dating. Your mother and I went out more often, and eventually got married when we had jobs and were old enough. Then, we had you. Now, by this time, Riddle had completely become evil. His heart was black as ever. He couldn't turn back. Then one day, your mother gave birth to you. We have no idea how Voldemort heard of this, but he did. Then he sent his Death Eaters to try and kill us, but they failed. He killed some of the Death Eaters and eventually came after us, himself. He tracked us down with some of his assistants, and before you know it, we ended up here. Sirius had tried to protect us and you as well, but he got scared, and told Pettigrew to protect you, but that didn't work out."
Harry didn't like one thing about Peter Pettigrew. He was an animagus, like James, Sirius, and Lupin. Pettigrew had transformed himself into a rat and escaped. "Blast that Pettigrew..." replied James as he momentarily glanced at the cloud-covered ground. Harry wasn't sure if he should ask his next question at this time, but he couldn't resist. "Mum...dad, why do I have this scar on my forehead?" Lily and James looked at each other, then James answered again, "Harry, you have that scar because when Voldemort attempted to kill you, after we were gone, his evil couldn't compare with the pure goodness inside you. I'm not too fond myself, but all I can say is that the cause was only a miracle. That scar has protected you for so long of a time." "When Voldemort said that spell, it backfired..." began Lily. All this information that Harry was hearing made it seem as though he were the "chosen one". "Son, at a later time, you will probably understand all this. I know that everyone has told you this already, but Dumbledore will explain everything when you're older. Perhaps when you graduate from Hogwarts," said James as he put his hand on Harry's shoulder. Suddenly, there was a somewhat loud ringing noise. "What's that?" asked Harry. "That is the sign that you must go back," replied Lily. "What?" Harry gasped, "No! I wanna be here, with you and dad! No! I can't leave, I don't want to..." "Son, we won't ever leave you. Just remember, that we will always be inside you. In your heart," James said as he stood up. Harry took quick glances of his mother and father's face. "No...I can't. I just can't..." Harry's voice drifting off. "You have friends waiting for you down there, wondering where you are, protecting you. You can't stay here. It's not your time..." Lily said sadly, gazing upon her son's face. Harry's emotion got the best of him and he threw himself towards his parents, with open arms. He hugged them both, tightly, and his parents did the same. Harry looked up, and there was a single tear in his eye. Lily wiped the tear from his face, at the same time a small tear drop came from her eye as well. "It was good to see you again, Harry," she said. "I promise, we'll see each other again. I promise...Now go." Lily and James let go of Harry and they slowly faded away. Harry looked bewildered. Where did they go? Then, there was a bright flash of blue and white light, which blinded his eyes completely. He fell back and dizziness erupted through his brain. A moment later, he opened his eyes and all he could see were book shelves. He was lying on the floor of the libary. His wand at his side. He realized where he was and immediately got up, picking up his wand and wiping the sweat from his forehead. He breathed hard, but soon stopped as he calmed down.
Harry got back into the common room at Gryffindor Tower and quietly went up the stairs to his dormitory. When he finally reached the top of the stairs and went in, complete darkness surrounded him. Following his instincts, he walked over to his four-post bed and lied down. He took off his Invisibility Cloak and glasses and placed those items and the wand by his bedside table. Harry stared at the ceiling for a little while, trying to remember what the faces of his parents looked like. It was all fading away now. He was getting a little sad now, especially since he was spending another Christmas without his parents. He sighed, and rolled over onto his side, catching a glimpse of the window above Ron's bed. It was dark outside, with millions of stars shining brightly. Just then, he saw that a large group of stars had compiled together to form the words "Merry Christmas, Harry". Harry gasped at the sight of this. Then, after the words faded away, the stars regrouped, this time, forming a lightning bolt. Harry smiled, knowing that his parents were watching over him. "Merry Christmas, mum. You too, dad..." Harry whispered as he dozed off to sleep.