Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
Of course she had heard of the Mirror of Erised; who hadn't heard of it? It was a legend; especially since two members of her very own family had gazed upon it. Uncle Ron and Harry spoke of it several times as she grew up; Harry had seen his family (b o r i n g) and Ron had seen himself (s e l f – c e n t e r e d – m u c h ?). Never had she thought, though, that she would be seeing it herself.
Dumbledore hid it, Uncle Harry had said; he hid it away and no one's seen it since. Then why, Molly Weasley wanted to know, was it sitting in the middle of a classroom in some abandoned wing of the school? She had merely been hiding from Filch (i d i o t i c - s q u i b) after he had assumed oh so happily that oh, look at that Weasley girl- she's obviously the one behind her stupid cousin's prank. Hiding, racing, running down the deserted, cobwebbed corridor before the door, slightly ajar, caught her eye. The perfect place to hide, she had thought. She stumbled her way in, slammed the door shut, and spun around to see the mirror.
It was just her reflection at first; her thin red hair hanging limply down her shoulders, her brown eyes staring right back at her. As her eyes focused and adjusted to the dim lighting, a badge on her robes could be made out; a red and gold badge- a prefect badge. Horn rimmed glasses (j u s t – l i k e – d a d ' s) sat on her face in place of her real, wire framed ones. Seemingly out of nowhere, the slim, red-headed figure of her father appeared. As if he had slipped from out behind the shadows, there he was suddenly behind her reflection-image. Placing his hand on her shoulder, a proud look adorning his face.
Her heart began thumping as sobs caught in her throat. Approval- the thing she'd never earn. With the nonexistent prefect badge, thanks to Roxanne (s t u p i d – s l u t) who got it instead, and her less-than perfect grades, how could she earn it? She was nothing like Lucy (w h a t – a – b i t c h), who was the ideal student- top of her class, even as a mere first year.
Molly Weasley bit her lip as she backed out of the classroom. Then, with one last glance in the mirror, she fled.
For PrimroseAmelia's Mirror of Erised challenge on the HPFC.
disclaimer: it all belongs to Mrs. Rowling