He looked into the mirror.
He was 18 now. The war had ended and he had returned to Hogwarts for his final year of school. He still remembered what he had seen in the mirror before:
His family.
As of lately his head had been pounding constantly, strange whispers sounding in his ears. Hermione tried to get him to go to Madame Pomfrey for pain relievers, but he was alright. I mean, who doesn't get headaches now and then?
It didn't seem like they would go away anyways.
He pulled out a golden fob watch. It was battered and quite old, but it was beautiful nonetheless. With strange runes across the cover it looked...alien. He remembered when Mr. Weasley had handed him the watch, telling him that Dumbledore had told him to save it until the war was over;
Until his task was done.
It had felt warm in his hand, as though something missing had been returned. That had been 2 weeks ago.
He returned his thoughts to the mirror. What he saw was disconcerting to say the least. A man, probably in his early 30's stood there and gazed back at him.
He was wearing a brown pin-striped suit with a long, tan coat over it along with, strangely, a pair of trainers! And his hair seemed to defy gravity or at least take up a lot of hair gel. But most importantly were his eyes; eyes that matched his own.
Eyes that had seen too much death.
The man in the Mirror of Erised was smiling, despite his weary eyes, as he reached into his pocket and took something out.
It was the fob watch! The same one he was holding now!
The man opened it........and nothing happened. Well, that was a bit anti-climatic.
He had been trying to open it for ages,but it would never budge and he was dying to see what was inside.
The whispers in his head increased as the man closed the watch and dropped it back in his pocket. He held a finger to his lips, as though he had just revealed a great secret, and disappeared.
He blinked. That was....strange.
He looked back down at the watch in his hand. Maybe...just maybe...
He tried opening it......and failed.
He sighed in frustration. He really thought it would open that time, but maybe he wasn't ready yet.
But he would open it one day and figure out who the man in the Mirror of Erised was,
Or his name wasn't Harry James Potter.