Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter and Co. And I am not making any money off this story whatsoever. So JKR's lawyers can BACK OFF!!!!! I am but 14, (LOL) do you really think I'd have been able to come up with such a brilliant idea as Harry Potter?? I think not.

A/N: This is just something my friend, BookMusicFreak unknowingly gave me the idea for. And if the character is OOC, then sorry, but her opinion is based off of my own. Now, ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!! (Finally…)

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I sighed wearily. There was no way that I would finish this essay. Stupid Harry. Stupid Ron. Stupid Quidditch. If there hadn't have been a game tonight, then I wouldn't have had to put off this Herbology essay on the properties of the Blue Moon Lily. Normally in every other year, I'd have done it way ahead of time, especially since next year we have N.E.W.T.s' but recently, I've found myself focusing on my homework less and less, and spacing out way more than normal. It's as if my zest for learning has gone away. I slammed my book closed. There was no point in trying to finish this essay here, not with Lavender's snoring anyway.

I knew though that I had to finish it by tonight because it's due tomorrow!!!!!!!!! A quick plan formed in my mind, and before I could let the 'common sense' part of my brain take apart my idea, I put it into action. Stealthily I crept into the boys dorms and rifled through Harry's truck before finding what I needed. The Marauders' Map, and the Invisibility Cloak.

Then I snuck back down and headed through the dark hallways alone, looking for the library, where I might actually get some work done. I was almost there when I heard a voice call out behind me in the hall.

"Who's there, my precious? Is it a student out of bed?? I'll find you." Filch's scary voice pierced the dark. I quickened my pace down the hall until I nearly bumped into a large door looming before me. I quietly slipped in before Filch or his mad cat could discover where I was. I turned around and gasped. This wasn't the library. It was an empty room, cobwebs were in the corners, papers littered the floor, and many desks were there that had obviously been unused for quite a while. But the most astonishing thing was a tall, ornate mirror, right in the middle of the room.

I stepped forward to get a closer look. Upon inspection, I noticed that there was an inscription. Inscribed on the top of the mirror was: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyr on wohsi. Strange. I wonder what it means I scanned it again, and this time the word 'Erised' caught my eye. Then realization dawned on me. This must be the Mirror of Erised that Harry saw in his first year. I struggled to remember what he told me that Dumbledore had said it showed. Oh yeah, it shows your heart's desire. This thought brought back a memory from a couple of weeks ago.

Flashback:

Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting at their favorite tree by the lake. It was a gorgeous day, and to make it even better, it was homework free. The trio was just sitting there and chatting the day away. Well Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch, but Hermione was daydreaming. Abruptly, Harry asked Hermione and Ron a question.

"Hey guys,"

"Yeah?" they chorused.

"I was just thinking what do you want the most? Like you know, like a wish or desire."

"Why do you ask Harry?" Hermione questioned.

"I dunno, I was just wondering."

"If you must know, it's—"

"--- All 'O's on your NEWTs, right??" Ron interrupted.

"No Ronald, first, it's N.E.W.T.'s, and second, I don't only care about grades. That's not the most important thing in my mind."

With that, she gave him a withering look and stalked off. Ron turned and looked to Harry in confusion.

"What? Was it something I said?" Harry shrugged, and they went back to talking.

End Flashback.

I always got that sort of comment. That I was such a nerd and that all I really cared about was homework and grades. That's not true. You'd think that at the least, Harry and Ron would know better. They've known me for seven years!! But I guess not. The truth is, homework was never too huge a thing. It only became that because I wanted to prove myself worthy of being a . To show people like Draco Malfoy that even though I was a muggleborn or a 'mudblood', I was just a good as anyone.

Now I think I've proved that, (although not to him) it's not an issue anymore. And since the war is approaching, I've been giving much more though to, well, everything. I've been thinking more seriously (A/N: haha….seriously. Sorry, inside joke.) about my life and what I want to do with it if I should survive the war. I want to be a successful Medi-Witch, but more importantly, I want to settle down and have a family. After my parents were killed in a Eater attack, I realized how important family is, and I want one.

Amidst all these thoughts, I remembered that I was still in front of the mirror. Curiosity getting the better of me, I opened my eyes to see what I desired. It was amazing. There were people there, a couple. They couldn't have been much older than I. They were together, and I could see by his actions that he truly cared about her. Even with little simple things. The mirror flashed and another image appeared it was the same couple, except this time, they were older, but you could tell it was the same couple; except, the man was now on one knee with a delicate ring nestled in a little black box. As tears filled the woman's eyes, tears filled mine too. When she mouthed 'yes', I grinned. It was very touching.

Then the mirror flashed again and I saw the couple at an altar. The woman was in a beautiful bridal gown that fit her perfectly, and the man was gently holding her hand. They turned to each other, and her new husband lifted the veil and kissed his bride. The mirror flashed again, and it showed the couple older, and with 2 kids; one an 8 year old daughter, and the other, a 4 year old son.

The mirror finally stopped flashing, but the images stayed in my head for a long time, especially the look of love in the eyes of the couple. That's what I want. Love like that, where you can just tell by the look in his eyes that he loves you and he'd rather die than leave you. That's what I desire. Love, unconditional love.

TBC…

A/N: I got a really good idea while I was writing this, and I hope that I can follow through. If I can, than this will hopefully become a multiple chapter fic. Please tell me what you think. Reviews and comments are greatly appreciated!!! No flames!! If you want me to continue than let me know. If I do decide to continue, then hopefully, the next chapter will be posted within….well, in a while. It's hard to tell with homework.

Much love, (especially if you left a review!!)

Amanda