Mirror, Mirror on the wall...
The old mirror sat forlorn in the decrepit room. Over the centuries it had seen the face of many a hero. Of the young, the old. The poor, the wealthy. The mirror had shown them all.
Many had set before the mirror until their dying day. Entranced by the mirror, they waste their life in a stupor. They yearned for that which they did not have and, in some cases, could never have.
Then an old man had come and changed it. Set its magic up so that it could show desires relating to a particular item. The mirror agreed with the old man, it was a brilliant idea.
Through its many years it had only met one person with a genuinely unselfish desire. A small who desired for a family. Not so that he had someone to take care of him or someone to love him, but simply so that they were alive. A small bit of glass at about chest height on its left cracked. The very same place where heart might reside... if it had one.
Then came came a night when a man in purple came and stood before it. Not paticularly selfish himself, but the... thing in the back of its head certainly was. Then the boy had come again.
The boy stood before him only wanting to protect the stone. The mirror stepped forward molding itself into the boy. Boy-Mirror winked and dropped the stone into its pocket. The boy had been so shocked when it had appeared in his pocket. Yet somehow the boy had managed to keep the stone safe. The burning of the turban man must have had something to do with it, the mirror decided. Still, the boy survived and escaped to parts unknown...
The mirror however had been forgotten. A thick layer of dust covered it; the cloth that had once covered it was gone, lost to the house-elves' Come and Go Room. The mirror was still in perfect working order, but the people had not wanted to think about, did not want to know what they desired. Where they could not see it, it could not remind them of the horrors that had occurred. The mirror was now just a legend, just barely believed.
The mirror still stood under the third floor corridor on the right hand side in the last of a series of rooms desinged to protect one object. And there it will stand for all eternity.
Show me my heart's greatest desire of all.
Disclaimer: No. Period.
AN: A plot bunny that ran rampant for a bit. I'd always wondered what had happened to the mirror...