Disclaimer: I do not owe Harry Potter. It belongs to JKRowling.
PERFECT
Peter cannot recognize himself. He is perfect; he is a mix of the most exquisite people that he could have ever seen. He has black bright hair, and his grey eyes stay behind old-fashioned spectacles. However, he doesn't care about it, right? He wears spectacles and his eyes are gray, and that is the only thing that matters.
A great pile of books stands next to him, although Peter could not ever be in the mood for reading all of them —not even if he was really drunk. That pile would be higher than Peter if he hasn't grown those centimetres.
Suddenly, he is perfect. And it feels so good that way that he cannot look away.
His nose is smaller, his skin is not so greasy, and definitely he is way thinner than before.
As if it were an echo, his friends' voices get him awake. Tears are burning his eyes.
"Peter, what did you see?" they ask happily.
A fake smile appears in his face, as if anything were hurting so hard his heart. He stares at them. Peter feels how something just breaks inside of him, because he is there —his old-fashioned spectacles, his grey eyes, and his intelligence. James, Sirius, Remus; his best friends.
"McDonald was hugging me," he quickly makes up.
"This mirror is fucking awesome," says James. "I've never seen Mary so close to you."
They laugh, and he laughs too —although he is actually broken inside.
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