Yay, my first fic. Sorry for any spelling, I'm English and so will be all the spelling, hopefully.
Disclaimer: Does anyone actually read this thing? No, I'm not J.K Rowling, if I was the last 3 books would have been very different.
Oliver's Erised
What startled Oliver most was the lack of Quidditch related objects staring out of the mirror at him; he'd seen the mirror in an empty classroom when walking back from a successful quidditch practice. He'd noticed it out of the corner of his eye, and being curious walked into the classroom. The writing on the top of the mirror had confused him for a few minutes, before he worked out what it had said, he may have been quidditch mad, but he wasn't stupid.
"Hearts desire…" he muttered quietly to himself, before stepping directly parallel to the glass.
Oliver had been sure that he would have seen himself, maybe a few years older, in the prime of his life, becoming the head of the English quidditch team, holding the world cup. He'd been sure that's what he would see, that's why he'd stood in front of the mirror, for "What the mind can conceive and believe it can achieve", he wasn't sure where that phrase had come from, but aiming high and achieving it had never been a problem for the burly scot.
However to Oliver's continuing surprise the reflection in the mirror had not been that of a professional quidditch player.
Instead, it had been Oliver, a few years older, with his arms around a familiar brunette, who was holding a tiny brown-haired baby boy in her arms.
Oliver stared at the reflection for several minutes before he finally managed to close his mouth, the mirror must have been defective, or at least the inscription around the top was lying.
Oliver Wood was astonished, for the first time in his life, he was thinking about something other than quidditch,
'The mirror must be faulted,' he finally decided to himself, but he knew in his heart that deep down this possibly was his greatest desire, just he'd never been able to stop thinking about quidditch long enough to realise it.
After what could only have been several minutes at the most, the Gryffindor Captain sighed and heaved himself off the floor, from which he had been sitting, picked up his broom and walked out of the room. He stopped only once, just long enough to turn around and look once more at the image that had burned itself into his memory, and would stay there forever; himself, with arms wrapped around a fully grown Katie Bell, and both of them sporting identical loving smiles on their faces as they looked upon the tiny face of their new-born son.
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