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7-The Mirror of Erised
Christmas was drawing near. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban. The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.
No one could wait for the holidays to start. While the Gryffindor common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the drafty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms. Worst of all were Professor Snape's classes down in the dungeons, where their breath rose in a mist before them and we kept as close as possible to our hot cauldrons.
Christmas is my favorite time of the year. My birthday is great and it was last month. My friends, the twins, and Ariana ad all gotten together and thrown Luka and me a party, and I was grateful. This was the biggest party that the two of us had ever had, and it was a blast. I was so thankful to have my friends there to celebrate with me.
Christmas is the very best though, for it has pine trees, snow, and hot chocolate. Ariana then makes fun of me because you could get pine trees and hot chocolate any season. At that point I would pout and say that she has just ruined Christmas. The other thing that was bringing my good mood down was the smarmy weasel of a boy called Malfoy.
"I do feel sorry for those who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas for they're unwanted at home." Draco says one day in false sympathy. I grit my teeth, and attempt to not throw my ladle at his platinum blond head.
He was looking over at Harry as he spoke. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled. Harry, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish, ignored them. Malfoy had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match. Disgusted that the Slytherins had lost, he had tried to get everyone laughing at how a wide-mouthed tree frog would be replacing Harry as Seeker next.
Then he'd realized that nobody found this funny, because they were all so impressed at the way Harry had managed to stay on his bucking broomstick. So Malfoy, jealous and angry, had gone back to taunting Harry about having no proper family. Ron and I wanted to throttle him pretty much every time, but Hermione was getting pretty good at talking us down.
The funny thing is that I actually have a really even temper, I'm nice to everyone, but once you insult my friends, you better wish that you could've eaten all those words you said. It was true that Harry wasn't going home to his family. McGonagall had come around with a sheet of paper to take down names of who'd be staying in the castle this year for Christmas.
Ron was staying because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Romania to visit his older brother Charlie, who studies dragons up there. Luka and I were going to be staying for the holidays as well. That saddened me a little because I wasn't going to get to see Kingsley, but he was on special assignment. It was a really big deal or something.
Hermione was going home for the holidays though. Her parents wanted to see her, since it was the first time that they'd ever really been apart for so long. When we left the dungeons at the end of Potions, we found a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two enormous feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound told us that Hagrid was behind it.
"Hi, Hagrid, want any help?" Ron asks, sticking his head through the branches.
"Nah, I'm all right, thanks, Ron." Hagrid replies, his cheeks turning a rosy red from the exertion. I'm awestruck by the size of the tree. It was probably ten times taller than me. If this is what Christmas is going to be like here, then I'm never going home again! I'm so distracted that I miss the whole Snape Malfoy git show, and I find that I'm not all that upset about that.
"Come on, cheer up, it's nearly Christmas," says Hagrid. "Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."
So the four of us follow Hagrid and his tree off to the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were busy with the Christmas decorations.
"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree — put it in the far corner, would you?"
The hall looked spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls, and no less than twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles. The grin on my face couldn't get any larger. Hermione stares at me with an amused smile on her face.
"You're like a child in a candy shop." She tells me with a laugh. I turn to her, my blue eyes glowing with excitement and joy.
"This is going to be brilliant, one of the best Christmases ever!" I exclaim, jumping up and down excitedly. I can hear the professors chuckling at my enthusiasm but I don't care.
"Remember guys the last day of school is tomorrow, we've got a half hour left before lunch, we should be in the library." Hermione reminds us. On cue, Harry Ron, and I groan. And there goes all my happiness for the day.
"Come on Mione I can't take it anymore! I'm not meant to live amongst the books! I leave that family trait to Luka, he's part bookworm anyway!" I cry. Harry and Ron chuckle while Hermione gives me a disappointed look. Ever since Hermione has become friends with us, she and Luka have become nerd buddies as well.
They talk about countless books, that couldn't even pronounce let alone understand. This time though, we're focusing on one subject, and one subject only, that we've been on for the past month. Nicolas Flamel.
We had indeed been searching books for Flamel's name ever since Hagrid had let it slip, because how else were we going to find out what Snape was trying to steal? The trouble was, it was very hard to know where to begin, not knowing what Flamel might have done to get himself into a book.
He wasn't in Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century, or Notable Magical Names of Our Time; he was missing, too, from Important Modern Magical Discoveries, and A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry. And then, of course, there was the sheer size of the library; tens of thousands of books; thousands of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows.
Hermione took out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to search while Ron strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random. Harry wandered over to the Restricted Section. I on the other hand thought that this was totally pointless, if he was anywhere in this library, we'd have already found him.
So I decided to go and do something that I was probably going to regret down the line. I went in search of Ariana Dumbledore. I found her over by the entrance to the library, looking like she was just about to leave. She was talking in hushed tones to her friends Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones. Susan saw me approaching, and tugged on Ariana's jumper.
Before I got up to them, the two of them shot Ariana a look, and waved goodbye, starting their way to lunch. When she turns to face me, a questioning look is on her face, and curiosity sparkles in her brown eyes. "Can we talk?" I ask. She nods her head, and I follow her outside into the corridor.
We drift over to one of the stone benches and sit. "What do you want to talk about? It's not everyday that I get you speaking to me in a serious manner." Ariana states. I bite my lower lip, and shift my feet nervously. "Okay give Jamie. I know that something's bothering you." She says. I blow out a breath of air.
"Have you ever heard of Nicolas Flamel before?" I question. Ariana's eyebrows shoot up, and she analyzes me curiously.
"Why do you ask?" She asks cautiously. Okay maybe she does know something.
"Just curious is all. I've heard Kingsley mention him before, and he did so again, and while back. Do you know him?" I lie. Ariana gives me another searching look before shrugging her shoulders.
"Never heard of him, but my grandfather may know, he knows nearly everything. You need anything else?" She asks, trying to quickly wrap up our conversation. She hops to her feet and I follow.
"No but—" I start
"See you later then, I'm sure we'll see each other around at Christmas!" Ariana calls hurrying down the hall and out of sight. Great, that girl knows something. Who knew that Hufflepuffs could be so secretive? Oh who am I kidding she's a Dumbledore she was born in secrets!
Suddenly Harry comes out of the library with Madam Pince right behind him. With one last loathing look, she storms back inside. "What happened?" I ask him. Harry turns to me and sighs.
"She caught me walking a little too close to the restricted section of the library. I wonder if Flamel is in there." He ponders. I shrug my shoulders, and sit back down on the bench. Harry plops down beside me, and we start talking about having a couple epic snowball fights over the holiday.
Five minutes later Ron and Hermione come out of the library with defeated looks on their faces. We started off to lunch. "You will keep looking while I'm away, won't you?" Hermione says. "And send me an owl if you find anything."
"And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," Ron adds. "It'd be safe to ask them."
"Very safe, as they're both dentists," She says. I bite my lip, should I tell them about the conversation that I had with Ariana? I decide to keep that to myself for the time being. I don't know why, but I don't want to put her in a tight spot with my friends, I rather just deal with her myself. When I smell the food coming from the hall, all thoughts of Ariana and Nicolas Flamel flee my mind.
Once the holidays started the boys and I had a tremendously hard time keeping Flamel on our minds. We had the dormitory to ourselves and the common room was far emptier than usual, so we were able to get the good armchairs by the fire. We sat by the hour eating anything we could spear on a toasting fork — bread, English muffins, marshmallows — and plotting ways of getting Malfoy expelled, which were fun to talk about even if they wouldn't work.
Ron also started teaching Harry wizard chess. This was exactly like Muggle chess except that the figures were alive, which made it a lot like directing troops in battle. Ron's set was very old and battered. Like everything else he owned, it had once belonged to someone else in his family — in this case, his grandfather. However, old chessmen weren't a drawback at all. Ron knew them so well he never had trouble getting them to do what he wanted.
It is pretty safe to say that Harry stinks at wizard's chess though. His pieces were so terrified of playing, that they were sacrificing each other. I was taking the time to catch up with my brother and my other favorite pair of twins besides Luka and myself.
Luka and I spent a lot of time, making snow angels, and snowmen, and a snow fort outside. We engaged the Weasley twins in an epic twin war, or otherwise known as a snowball fight. Currently we were tied three-three, no one getting the upper hand. Harry and Ron usually joined us in the fights, and even Ariana would get in on the fun. Things have been a little awkward between the two of us, well more awkward than usual.
I try to act like nothings wrong, and slowly she starts relaxing. On Christmas Eve I crawl into bed in my empty dorm, and grin sleepily at the thought of tomorrow, with all the food, fun, and presents. I could hardly wait.
I wake early next morning, and glance down at the foot of my bed. A decent, but small pile of presents is at the foot of my bed. A grin pulls on my lips, and I quickly jamb my feet into my slippers, and scoop my gifts up in my arms. I hurry down the steps, and up the boy's steps.
Luka and I decided that since we have separate common rooms, that this year, we would simply show off our gifts later at breakfast. I push into the boy's door after knocking on it. I ignore the state of the messy room, and go plop down on Harry's bed next to him. They're both wide-awake and staring at their presents, with ill contained enthusiasm.
"Let's open them!" I cry. The boys grin and nod their heads. The wrappings fly, and we start uncovering our gifts. The first gift is from Hermione; she got me a pair of dragonhide Quidditch gloves. I grin; I hope that she likes her book of successful female witches of the century I got her. I tear open the next gift, it contains a sketchpad, and muggle colored pencils.
"Thank you Harry I love it!" I cry, throwing my arms around his shoulders. He laughs and shakes me off.
"I expect good quality drawings now. If I'm going to be perpetually tossed by I troll, I want to look good while doing it." He states with a firm, look that cracks at the end. I laugh and so does Ron. All in all I get a good haul. Hagrid gave me a carved wooden walking stick that was bigger than me so that I could grow with it. He had come across me wandering the grounds many times.
Luka got me a book on jinxes and counter curses, and a jumper that had the word 'Trouble' on it. I grinned at that. It was a tradition that we had; we each gave the other a jumper with a phrase of words that signified us. Ron got me a Puddlemere United jumper and blanket. I got up and tackled him with thanks, until he blushed. He knew that that is my favorite Quidditch team.
Kingsley gave me a broom servicing kit and broom polish. From the Weasley twins I got a box of Zonko's finest pranking products. I guess that great minds think alike because I got them that as well, along with a list of prank ideas I came up with. A lumpy package that I open contains a hand knit jumper. It's a sky blue practically the color of my eyes, and it has a prancing lion stitched on it. Harry has one as well, only his is scarlet, and has the traditional Gryffindor roaring lion.
"Hey mum's made you Weasley sweaters. I told her about you two. She knew that you both didn't have any parents… sorry 'bout that." He says, opening his own sweater. "Oh no… every year she always make a jumper, and every year mine's maroon." Ron groans. I smile softly down at the warm soft material. No one's ever made a sweater for me before, never a mum.
A lump forms in my throat. I haven't had a woman to look up to since I was a toddler. Kingsley is great and all but… a lot of times I find myself wishing that I had a mum again. I pull the jumper over my head as does Harry. Warmth immediately fills my body and I smile. I have one last gift waiting for me. I open it up and see that it's a knit cap that has a fire-breathing dragon on it, and the dragon is riding a broom. The cap is a deep blue, and the dragon a maroon red.
I look at the tag. It's from Ariana. A smile tugs at my face, and I get a warm tug in my gut. I slip the cap on over my head, and grin as my ears start to warm up. Ron thanks me for the Chudley Cannons poster and blanket that I got him, and Harry grins at me when he sees the book I gave him.
It's 101 ways on how to make fun of your enemy. Yes, I got it with Malfoy the weasel in mind. I'm ridiculously pleased with my presents this year. I couldn't ask for more. I sat back and watched as Harry and Ron finished opening their gifts. Harry opens his final parcel, when a fluid silvery gray material slid out, and onto the floor where it lay in gleaming folds.
My eyes widen in shock. It can't be. Ron's mouth drops open with half chewed chocolate in it. "No way." Ron and I breathe at the same time. Harry looks at us oddly, before picking the cloak up from the floor.
"What is it?" Harry asks us.
"Put it on!" I encourage him, my excitement beginning to grow. Imagine all the stuff we can pull, and the places we can go!
"It's an Invisibility Cloak, I'm sure of it, try it on!" Ron says. Harry slips the cloak around his shoulders, and Ron gives a yell while I smile somewhat stupidly. Harry's body has disappeared from the head down.
"Wicked!" I cry. That must be the best present ever! "There's a note! A note fell out of it, read it!" I say. Harry bends down and picks it up. He begins to read it aloud to us.
"Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well. A very merry Christmas to you." Harry reads a look of awe and confusion on his face. "No one signed it." He says.
"I'd give anything for that, anything." Ron says admiring the cloak. I agreed for the most part, but there are things in life more important than an invisibility cloak. Before anyone can say anything else Fred and George Weasley, my favorite pranksters come into the room.
"Merry Christmas!" They crow.
"Look Harry and Jamie have Weasley sweaters as well!" George cries.
"They're better then ours as well. I guess mum tries harder for people who aren't in the family." Fred sighs. They're wearing blue sweaters with large yellow letters on them one an F and the other a G.
"Come on Ron put yours on they're lovely and warm." Fred remarks to Ron. Ron groans mumbling about hating maroon, but pulls it over his head nonetheless.
"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid — we know we're called Gred and Forge." I laugh at the two of them.
"What's all this noise?" Percy Weasley demands coming into the dorm. He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carried a lumpy sweater over his arm, which Fred seized.
"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Harry got one."
"I — don't — want —" said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew.
"And you're not sitting with the prefects today, either," said George. "Christmas is a time for family." They frog-marched Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his sweater. I laugh in their wake and begin to gather up my trash and presents.
"This has so far been the best Christmas ever!" I exclaim smiling at my two best friends, wishing that my third were here as well.
I have never seen a Christmas feast like this in my entire life! A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce — and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. Mine didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice.
Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet, and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him. Flaming Christmas puddings followed the turkey. Percy nearly broke his teeth on a silver Sickle embedded in his slice.
I watched Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he called for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Harry's amazement, giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided. Harry and I each got a wizards chess set from some more crackers, and Ron got a long fuzzy rainbow scarf, which made him blush, as others laughed.
What shocked me the most though was that Ariana, who was sitting next to her grandfather, had a small brown knit badger perched on her shoulder which was nuzzling her neck, the entire meal. I had made and enchanted that badger as her Christmas gift, I was shocked that she had it with her; then again I was wearing her hat.
Luka sat on my other side, wearing his very own Weasley sweater, I didn't know how she knew to make one for him, but I was grateful. His was the same light blue shade as mine, and had a dark blue raven swooping down from the sky on it. He had thanked me profusely for the jumper and book, and I thanked him for my gifts as well.
Before leaving the great hall, I caught up to Ariana. "Hey, you have it with you." I tell her, staring at the badger that I made for her. It paws at my finger playfully, and she giggles at me.
"He's wonderful. His name is Rupert in case you were wondering." Ariana tells me. I smile at that. Rupert the badger, it's fitting.
"Thanks for my cap by the way, brilliant stitch work." I grin. Ariana blushes slightly at my comment.
"Did you get it, a dragon riding a broom? That's you playing Quidditch Pendragon. All heart and fiery spirit." She says. Now it's my turn to fidget and blush.
"Well thanks again. Oh hey! Are you going to come join our snowball fight? It's going to be epic, forts, banks, and all!" I persuade. Ariana laughs at me.
"Now how can I refuse that? Just let me put Rupert back in my dorm so he says safe. Grandfather thought he was brilliant and shows exceptional charm work. I happen to think so as well." She tells me, and vanishes down the corridor.
Harry, Ariana, Luka, and I had a furious snow war with the Weasleys that lasted for two hours straight. We returned to the castle cold, wet, and slightly frozen but it was worth it. While warming up in front of the fire, Harry lost spectacularly to Ron at wizarding chess, while I read my book on jinxes from my brother. He really does know me too well.
After a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone felt too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and George all over Gryffindor Tower because they'd stolen his prefect badge. I may or may not have joined in at some point. Full and tired I said good night to all the boys, and climb up to the empty girls' dormitory, and to my room. I changed into my pajamas that had centaurs all over them, and crawled into bed.
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep with a satisfied smile on my face, sure to be dreaming of small badgers, dragons flying broomsticks, and Percy Weasley chasing Fred and George around the common room.
The next morning Ron and I sat across from Harry with identical looks of shock on our faces. I feel like I've been stupefied. "You could have woken me up you know." Ron says, beginning to look upset.
"I'm going back tonight you can both come. I want to show you the mirror." Harry says excitedly.
"I'd like you see your mum and dad." I say. Ron nods eagerly and Harry grins at us.
"I want to see your parents as well, all the Weasleys, and Jamie we can see your parents!" Harry tells us. I give him a soft smile, but something unpleasant has started to churn in my gut.
"You can see them any old time," says Ron. "Just come round my house this summer. Anyway, maybe it only shows dead people, shame about not finding Flamel, though. Have some bacon or something, why aren't you eating anything?"
Harry gets a weird look on his face, and he doesn't eat his breakfast. I glance over to the Ravenclaw table to see my brother eating with a book open in front of him. "I'll see you guys later. I want to hang out with my brother a little today." I say hurriedly getting up from the table, and going over to his. I plop down next to him, and Luka turns his attention to me.
"Hey Jamie what's up?" He asks. I bite my lower lip again, and Luka closes his book.
"Can we talk Luka?" I question. My twin nods his head, and we both get up from the table leaving the hall, with the book in hand. We find an abandoned classroom and shut the door behind us.
"What's wrong Jamie?" Luka asks me the second we're alone. I let out the breath of air that I hadn't noticed that I was holding.
"Well… it's about mum and dad." I start. Luka raises an eyebrow at me, and hauls himself up onto a table. "You miss them right?" I ask. Luka gives me a confused look.
"Of course Jamie." He says. I nod my head, and start pacing back and forth in front of him.
"Well… what if I don't miss them as much as I did before? I mean, we have grown up with family; we're not in Harry's situation. I know that they loved us, and I love them to, but I just… don't miss them as much as he seems to. Is that bad?" I ask him. Luka stares at me for a long time, before coming over to me, and wrapping me in a hug.
"No Jamie that's not bad, I think it's normal. Kingsley has taken care of us practically for our whole lives. Mum and Dad trusted him, they trusted him with us, and I think they'd want us to let go of a lot of the sadness that comes with missing them. They'll always be out parents Jamie, but its okay to not miss them as much." Luka says softly.
I feel my lower lip start to tremble, and I bury my face in his shirt, so that he won't see my tears. "I miss them as well, but like you not so much that I think about them all the time. I know that they want us to be happy, and we are, sure it would be even better if they were here, but they can't be, so we're stuck as we are." He tells me.
We spend a few more minutes holding each other, then I pull away, wiping at the last tear on my cheek. I see Luka do the same out of the corner of my eye. "Thanks Luka, you're the best." I tell him. He smiles softly, and grins at me.
"You're not half bad yourself Jamie." He replies, and with that we go our separate ways.
That night Harry, Ron, and I were all crowded underneath the cloak, crawling along the corridors in the dark. It was cold, and we kept jumping at the smallest of noises. We had been walking for about an hour or so, and I was starting to think that Harry didn't know where we were going.
"I'm freezing— let's forget it and go back." Ron whines. I nod my head. It's starting to really get cold, and my dragon pajamas can only do so much.
"No its here! I know it is… look there the armor!" Harry hisses. We shuffle forward hurriedly, and push open the door. Once inside Harry drops the cloak, and races forward to the tall mirror. Ron and I approach it slowly. I take the sight in. It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
"See?" Harry whispered.
"I can't see anything." I say
"Look! Look at them all . . . there are loads of them. . . ." Harry cries.
"I can only see you." Ron tells him.
"Look in it properly, go on, stand where I am." Harry demands.
Ron steps in front of the mirror, and his eyes grow wide. "Look at me!" he said.
"Can you see all your family standing around you?" Harry asks.
"No — I'm alone — but I'm different — I look older — and I'm Head Boy!" Ron cries.
"What?" I cry.
"I am — I'm wearing the badge like Bill used to — and I'm holding the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup — I'm Quidditch captain, too!" Ron says a dreamy look on his face. Okay I wasn't expecting that one. "Do you think this mirror shows the future?" Ron asks. I shrug my shoulders, while Harry shakes his head.
"How can it my family is dead." He says sadly. Harry turns to me then. "Jamie you go. See if you can see your parents." Harry tells me. I swallow, and back away nervously.
"I-I'm not sure…" I say trailing off. Ron and Harry come over to me, and push me forward.
"Come on it doesn't hurt." Ron chides, pushing me until I'm standing directly in front of the glass. I only see myself for a few seconds but then three people suddenly appear beside me. Luka is next to me, and he's smiling sadly, holding my hand. My reflection suddenly has a sad smile as well.
Standing behind me is a strong tall figure, with a head of shaggy sandy blond hair on top of it. The man has a happy, but tremulous smile on his face, and his sky blue eyes that are so like Luka's and mine, are shining with tears in them. He has his hand on my shoulder, and a proud look on his face. His other arm is wrapped around the waist of the woman standing next to him.
Her honey brown hair falls in shining waves down her back, and her bright green eyes are full of tears. She seems to be half laughing, and half crying, with one of her hands on Luka's shoulder, and the other one on mine. My Dad and Mum are staring out at me. I can remember more bits and pieces from when I was young with them now.
My dad taking Luka and me on his broom without mum's permission, my mum singing me to sleep while smoothing out my hair when I'm sick, Luka on dad's shoulders while I'm in mum's arms as we walk through Diagon Alley. I blink, and feel a tear streak down my cheek.
"Jamie…" Harry asks me worriedly. I swallow at stare at my parents' faces again. My dad smiles at me, and mouths 'Its okay'. I jump and stare at them disbelievingly. My mum grins, and I'm shocked to see that it looks like my own; she mouths 'We'll always love you'. I stare at them one last second, then break away from the mirror, scrambling back, until I hit the classroom wall. I sink down to the floor, and bury my faces in the knees of my dragon pajamas.
"Jamie!" Ron cries. The two of them race over to me. I saw my parents again… and they weren't in pictures. They told me that it was all right to keep moving on, that they'd always love me. I pull away from my knees, and slowly bring my gaze up to my worried friends.
"Its okay. I saw my parents… and they told me that it was all right." I tell them with a watery smile. Ron and Harry give me a worried look, but then turn back to the mirror, they start fighting over it, when we hear a noise outside.
"Quick!" Harry cries holding up the cloak, and the three of us dive underneath it. The luminous eyes of Mrs. Norris came round the door, and we froze, praying that Invisibility Cloaks worked on cats. After what seemed like ages she left.
"Come on she might have heard us!" I hiss, and the three of us start making our way back to the common room.
The snow hadn't melted by tomorrow. The three of us sat in the common room of Gryffindor tower. Ron was trying to convince Harry to play some chess with him, but Harry wasn't listening. It was scary to see him acting this way; it was like he was obsessed with the mirror.
I was sketching a paper raven that I could charm and give to Luka. I look up from my drawing, and fix Harry with a stare. "Don't go back to the mirror tonight Harry. You can't keep doing this to yourself." I tell him.
"Yah mate, there's something to right with it. Loads of things could go wrong." Ron agrees. Harry glares at him.
"You sound like Hermione." Harry states. I sigh and set my sketchbook down, and turn my full attention to my friend.
"Come on Harry, I know that seeing your parents is nice, but they wouldn't want you spending all your time there. They'd want you to be happy, and go on with your life." I tell him half pleading. I really don't like what that mirror does to people.
"You don't get it Jamie! I'm not like you, I can't just stop caring about my parents!" Harry cries. I wince, and stare at him in disbelief. I can't believe that he just said that. I get up and pick up my pad and pencils. I start for my dorm.
"Jamie wait! I-I didn't mean that!" Harry cries after me. I don't bother to turn around, and go up to my room, and sit down on my bed. I care about my parents, I really do. Harry's comment hurt though. An hour later, I climb the steps cautiously to see Ron sitting there, playing a game of chess against himself. I go over and plop down in the seat across from him.
"Harry was out of line. He shouldn't have said that to you. I know you care about your parents Jamie." Ron tells me. I smile at him gratefully, and we start a game of chess. I manage to hold better then usual against him, but Ron still ends up winning in the end.
The portrait hole swings open, and Harry climbs through, a pensive look on his face. He stops when he sees the two of us sitting there waiting for him. "Jamie… I'm sorry, I know you miss your parents, I was— I was messed up, that mirror…" He says, but I don't allow him to finish.
I get up, and go over to hug my friend. "It's okay Harry, I forgive you. The mirror messes with your mind that's all." I tell him. Harry smiles gratefully at me, and I grin softly in return. We spent the rest of the night, playing chess, and sharing jokes, like nothing had ever happened, but the mirror was still out there, waiting to be found again.
