Scavenger hunt: Write a fic featuring the item: The Mirror of Erised.

Insane House Challenge: Genre – Hurt/Comfort

365 Prompts Challenge: Spell – Fiendfyre

Word count: 642


He did not know how he ended up being in a room he never was before but it was Hogwarts so this was normal. In front of him was a big mirror but...it was not a normal mirror. Draco did not just see his reflection in it, he saw something...different. He was a little boy again, around nine or ten years old with his dragon plush in his arms and his first broom. His parents were next to him and his father smiled. He was...proud? What was this? Definitely not a normal mirror. His father hugged him and told him that he was proud because he managed to fly without falling down.

"Malfoy..?"

Draco flinched when he heard the familiar voice so close behind him. Potter was behind him and smiled. Potter with this stupid smile. Sometimes he really wanted to curse him.

"It feels like we are 16 again. I want to be alone and you can not leave me alone and follow me around."

The Gryffindor chuckled nervously. He really tried to be friendly this time even though it was hard to ignore Malfoys sarcasm.

"Not this time, I promise. Seems like you found the Mirror of Erised. If...you don't mind, what do you see when you look at it...?"

Malfoy was getting suspicious. Seemed like this stupid golden boy knew something he did not. Like always. He turned to the mirror again and he did not know why but he told him what he saw.

"I see myself at the age of nine or ten...I flew without crashing down. He...is proud and...hugs me."

Harry did not know if he should be glad that Draco told him what he saw. Maybe it was just a lie? But the way the Slytherin looked at the mirror...it could not be a lie.

"Tell me why I don't see myself in it...and tell me what you see.."

They sat down in front of it and for a long time, both did not say anything. Harry was the first who spoke again.

"I shows your deepest desire of your heart."

Somehow Malfoy knew it. After all, it was what he always wanted. Nothing more, just that his father was proud. But it was just a wish, nothing more. It would never be real, his father was never proud.

"But...be careful. Some people wasted away, entranced by what they have seen. Or they have gone mad. In our first year I saw my parents...I came back three days in a row but...it was better to accept the past and make the best out of it. I wonder why it's still here, Dumbledore wanted to get rid of it..."

He did not know why he became mad within just a few seconds. Maybe because his father would never be proud. He could do whatever he wanted to...someone would be better in his fathers eye. Draco knew that it was impossible to smash it since it was a magical one. But he knew one spell which would destroy it for sure. After the incident in the Room of Requirement Draco never wanted to have such a situation again. That was the reason he learnt to control the fire. He pointed the wand at the mirror and used the fiendfyre spell Crabbe had used. But unlike his dead friend he was able to control it and as soon as the mirror was nothing more than just ashes he stopped the fire. Harry did not stop him, maybe because it was for the best and he did not want to risk and make Draco even more angry. They continued to stand there for a few more minutes until the Gryffindor touched his former rival.

"We...should leave. Come on..."

Malfoy did not say anything and just followed him. He wasted enough time to mourn over things he could not change.