AN: This is for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)
POTIONS: Amortentia
Task 2 - Write about being obsessed with something
February Scavenger Hunt
Task - Mirror of Erised
Word Count - 348
"Mirror Mirror"
She craved it; the sight of his raven black hair sent her over the edge. The way his green eyes were burdened with prolonging sadness yet shone when with his friends made her smile. His round-framed glasses were pushed up the bridge of his nose and she could remember Hermione fixing them.
But she hadn't been there, then. She'd been at home with her mother, wishing she could see the raven-haired boy again.
When she found out his name, her affections only grew. Despite the fact that he was best friends with her brother, and despite the fact that she was a year younger, she had a crush on the boy named Harry Potter.
If anything, his scar made her like him more. The symbolism of it, the shape, the way his hair hung in front of it, obscuring her view. It was a faint pink color, shaped like lightning, and she'd never been more entranced.
As the years passed, she knew he would not reciprocate her feelings. Not knowing what to do, she wandered the halls until she came upon an abandoned classroom holding nothing but a tall mirror.
She would not say she was obsessed… No, she was merely curious.
It was the sight of his green eyes and raven hair that brought her back every night. The sight of his arms wrapped around her from behind, his face buried in her flaming hair. The sight of them together made her stomach churn at the prospect of being happy.
Then she saw him kiss Cho Chang in the Room of Requirement. She ran to the mirror, hastily wiping away the tears to look in the mirror once more. Harry stood behind her, just as he always had. He looked at her with love in his eyes, just as he always had. The two of them seemed to work, just as they always had.
She slowly walked towards the mirror and reached out a hand, her fingers brushing lightly against the smooth surface. Realizing it was just an illusion, yet not caring, she laughed.
Perhaps Ginny was obsessed.