A/N: This was written for round 6 of the Houses Competition. Anything you recognize I do not own.
House: Gryffindor
Category: Drabble
Prompt: The Mirror of Erised
Word Count: 519
I am old. I have lived for so long, I cannot remember my own age. What I do remember is my life.
I remember my creator. He was quite a funny fellow. I was originally a party trick. It was amazing, I was brought to all the big parties – what amazing sights I saw. All those witches and wizards oohing and aahing over what their deepest desires would look like – that's what my inscription actually read backwards. It was all the rage back then. One guest took it too far. He constantly followed my creator trying to get a glimpse of his, the stalker's, dreams – I didn't understand why he didn't try to make the dreams reality. My creator got frustrated and hid me away.
I was there for a long time, and I was very lonely.
One day I was freed. It was a strange fellow who found me – he was a short, sharp toothed goblin. Once more, I was taken out to all the parties and once more my caretaker was followed. One may think goblins would have simply cut the throat of anyone after their treasure, apparently not this one. I was once more hidden away.
I was there for even longer this time.
At last I was found. It was by the descendent of my last caretaker; a half goblin this time. He brought me with him to his place of work – It was a magic school. The children loved me. This time I wouldn't be hidden as I wasn't being moved around, or so I thought.
A child died. He had become obsessed like others before him. Only this time he wasted away in front of me.
I was hidden away for the longest time yet.
After many years I was brought out again. This time I was placed in an old classroom and I only got one visitor for awhile. Then he came. He was the most important child at the time; Harry Potter. The old man had been waiting for him to come, so Harry would become curious about me and the dreams I held. Then the old man took me away – first he was very invasive and stuffed something inside of me.
I was hidden again.
I was found quickly this time. One moment I was getting ready for a long wait with nothing to do and the next there was a strange man, he had a front head and another hidden in his turban, in front of me – one of his heads wanted one thing, and the other something different. He stared at me for a while – oh no, not another stalker. All of a sudden Harry showed up again, and he got into this big fight. Next thing I know, the thing inside me is gone, and I was free.
I am everywhere and nowhere.
Whenever you have a realistic daydream, it is some of my dust getting into your eyes. You are too young to be thinking about that.
Who am I, you ask?
I am the Mirror of Erised.