Christmas was coming. 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(Mokuba didn't know about the Syltherin common room for, even if he was allowed in there, he did not feel welcome) 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 they kept as close as possible to their hot cauldrons.
"Are you going back to Japan for Christmas?" Draco asked and Ron looked over to see his answer.
"Nope!" Mokuba smiled. "Me and Seto are staying here until summer!"
It was true that Mokuba wasn't going back to Japan for Christmas. Professor McGonagall had come around the week before, making a list of students who would be staying for the holidays, and Mokuba had signed up at once. He didn't feel sorry for himself at all; this would probably be the best Christmas he'd ever had. Ron and his brothers were staying, too, because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Romania to visit Charlie. Draco and Hermione were going home to their families but even still, Mokuba gets to spend Christmas with his brother and his friends!
When they left the dungeons at the end of Potions, they found a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two enormous feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound told them that Hagrid was behind it.
"Hi, Hagrid, want any help?" Ron asked, sticking his head through the branches.
"Nah, I'm all right, thanks, Ron."
"Would you mind moving out of the way?" Draco asked, drawling though prouably not on purpose. Mokuba saw Ron twitch at the voice, though the redhead ignored it. Nothing would happened if Blaise, another Syltherin first ear that had openly stated how much he hated Mokuba, hadn't walked up at that moment.
"Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose - that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."
Ron dived at Blaise just as Snape came up the stairs.
"WEASLEY!"
Ron let go of the front of Blaise's robes.
"He was provoked, Professor Snape," said Hagrid, sticking his huge hairy face out from behind the tree. "Blaise was insultin' his family."
"It's true sir!" Draco and Mokuba said in unison hoping to get their fiend out of trouble.
"Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid," said Snape silkily. "Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isn't more. Move along, all of you."
"Though if I must say," Came Seto's voice from behind Snape. Mokuba smiled at the sight of his older brother. "It was provoked, and Mr. Weasley had a right to defend his family. Five points from Slytherin for starting a fight, and 3 points to Gryffindor for ending it."
Snape scowled at the brunette. "You can't just-"
"Oh, I think I can." Seto said smirking. "As a teacher, I can take away and give out points to anyone I see fit."
Snape scowl darken and he lefted back up the stairs with a swoosh of his coat. Blaise pushed roughly past the tree, scattering needles everywhere and sculking.
"I'll get him," said Ron, grinding his teeth at Blaise's back, "one of these days, I'll get him-"
"He disgraces the name of Slytherin." Draco said.
"I hate them both," said Mokuba, "Blaise and Snape." He turned to Seto. "Thanks, Nii-sama! Snape can be a real jerk." Seto nodded.
"Come on, cheer up, it's nearly Christmas," said Hagrid. "Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat. You come too, Professor."
"Sorry, but I need to go. Mokuba," He turned to his brother. "I need to talk to you tonight, in our room." Mokuba nodded and Seto walked off.
So the four of them followed 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.
"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asked.
"Just one," said Hermione. "You know, Snape seems to really hate Mokuba. And he seems to be up to something."
"Rubbish," said Hagrid. "Why would Snape hate him? And what would he be doing?"
Mokuba, Ron, Draco, and Hermione looked at one another, wondering what to tell him. Mokuba decided on the truth.
"I found out something about him," he told Hagrid. "He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."
Hagrid dropped the tree.
"How do you know about Fluffy?" he said.
"Fluffy ?"
"Yeah - he's mine - bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year - I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the-"
"Yes?" said Mokuba eagerly.
"Now, don't ask me anymore," said Hagrid gruffly. "That's top secret, that is."
"But Snape's trying to steal it."
"Rubbish," said Hagrid again. "Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort."
"He is!" Hermione said.
"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly. "Now, listen to me, all three of yeh - yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel-"
"Aha!" said Draco, "so there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?"
Hagrid looked furious with himself.
Hermione nodded. "Mokuba, Ron, Draco, we've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library."
"Oh yeah, you're right," said Ron, catchng what Hermione was saying. "We should."
"The library?" said Hagrid, following them out of the hall, trying to change the subject. "Just before the holidays? Bit keen, aren't yeh?"
"Oh, we're not working," Mokuba told him brightly. "Since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel we're going to try to find out who he is."
"You what?" Hagrid looked shocked. "Listen here - I've told yeh - drop it. It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'."
"We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, that's all," said Draco.
"Unless you'd like to tell us and save us the trouble?" Mokuba added. "Just give us a hint - I know I've read his name somewhere."
"I'm sayin' nothin' more," said Hagrid flatly.
"Just have to find out for ourselves, then," said Ron, and they left Hagrid looking disgruntled and hurried off to the library.
They were indeed going to be searching books for Flamel's name since Hagrid had let it slip, because how else were they 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.
They had finally just started pulling books off the shelves at random. Mokuba wandered over to the Restricted Section. He wondered if Flamel wasn't somewhere in there. Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew he'd never get one, even from Seto. That was one conversatio he didn not want to have. These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"What are you looking for, boy?"
"Nothing," said Mokuba.
Madam Pince the librarian brandished a feather duster at him.
"You'd better get out, then. Go on - out!"
Wishing he'd been a bit quicker at thinking up some story, Mokuba left the library. He, Draco, Ron, and Hermione had already agreed they'd better not ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel. They were sure she'd be able to tell them, but they couldn't risk Snape hearing what they were up to.
Mokuba waited outside in the corridor to see if the other two had found anything, but he wasn't very hopeful. It just wasn't enough time. What they really needed was a nice long search without Madam Pince breathing down their necks.
Five minutes later, Draco, Ron, and Hermione joined him, shaking their heads. They went off to lunch.
"You will keep looking while I'm away, won't you?" said Hermione.
"And send both of us an owl if you find anything." Draco added.
"And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," said Ron said to Hermione. "It'd be safe to ask them."
"Very safe, as they're both dentists," said Hermione.
"I'm not going to mention any of you at home." Draco said firmly. "Dad'll freak!"
xXx
Mokuba stuck his head in his and Seto's shared room. Seto was sitting on the couch, reading a book. "You wanted to see me Nii-Sama?" He called out, coming into the room fully and closing the door behind him. Seto looked up and nodded at him. The brunette marked his place in his book and set in down beside him. Mokuba then joined him on the couch. "What did you want to talk about?"
Seto looked vaguly annoyed, which has quickly become his main expression here in school."Magic is obviously real..." He started. Mokuba just let him talk, knowing he was working up to talk about what he needed to talk about. "And with all this proof, I can't very well ignore the geek squad anymore. I have to admit that they have magic, only a older version." Mokuba smiled. Seto finally admitted! "And ever since I admitted that..." He trailed off looking even more annoyed then before. He sighed and just stood up. "Just... just look out for Snape. He's much to dark for my tastes. Do you want to duel?"
Mokuba blinked at the sudden change of subject but nodded anyway. What did Seto not want to say?
xXx
Once the holidays had started, Ron and Mokuba were having too good a time to think much about Flamel-or the thing Seto told him to look out for. They had the dormitory to themselves and the common room was far emptier than usual, so they were able to get the good armchairs by the fire. They sat by the hour eating anything they could spear on a toasting fork - bread, English muffins, marshmallows - and plotting ways of getting some of the people they didn't like expelled, which were fun to talk about even if they wouldn't work.
Ron also started teaching Mokuba wizard chess. This was exactly like Muggle chess except that the figures were alive, which made it a lot like directing troops in battle. It brought back memories of the orphange, though not really bad ones. 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.
Mokuba played with chessmen Seamus Finnigan had lent him, and they didn't trust him at all. He was a very good player but they kept shouting different bits of advice at him, which was confusing. "Don't send me there, can't you see his knight? Send him, we can afford to lose him."
On Christmas Eve, Mokuba went to bed looking forward to the next day for the food and the fun, but not expecting many presents at all. From his brother and his friends but that was it. When he woke up early in the morning, however, the first thing he saw was a pile of packages at the foot of his bed.
"Merry Christmas," said Ron sleepily as Mokuba scrambled out of bed and pulled on his bathrobe.
"You, too," said Mokuba. "Will you look at this? I've got so many presents!"
"What did you expect, turnips?" said Ron, turning to his own pile, which was a lot bigger than Mokuba's.
Mokuba picked up the top parcel. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Mokuba, from Hagrid. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself. Mokuba blew it - it sounded a bit like an owl.
His next one was from Seto, who got him card versions of his capsule monsters.
"Sweet!" said Mokuba, beaming at his cards.
Ron was fascinated by the cards.
"Weird!" he said, "What are these?"
"Oh thats right," said Mokuba, laughing at how pleased Ron was. "I promised I would teach you Duel Monsters if we were in the same house, right? Well, I'll teach you after breakfest, kay?" Ron nodded and Mokuba turned back to his presents. "Hagrid and my brother-Draco did he'll give us our presents when he got back, so who are these from?"
"I think I know who that one's from," said Ron, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. "My mom. I told her you didn't expect many presents and - oh, no," he groaned, "she's made you a Weasley sweater."
Mokuba had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in purple with a Japanese flag stitched into the arm and a large box of homemade fudge.
"Every year she makes us a sweater," said Ron, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon."
"That's really nice of her," said Mokuba, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.
His next present also contained candy - a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione.
This only left one parcel. Mokuba picked it up and felt it. It was very light. He unwrapped it.
Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming folds. Ron gasped.
"I've heard of those," he said in a hushed voice, dropping the box of Every Flavor Beans he'd gotten from Hermione. "If that's what I think it is - they're really rare, and really valuable."
"What is it?"
Mokuba picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material.
"It's an invisibility cloak," said Ron, a look of awe on his face. "I'm sure it is - try it on."
Mokuba threw the cloak around his shoulders and Ron gave a yell.
"It is! Look down!"
Mokuba looked down at his feet, but they were gone. He dashed to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He pulled the cloak over his head and his reflection vanished completely.
"There's a note!" said Ron suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"
Mokuba pulled off the cloak and seized the letter. Written in narrow, loopy writing he had never seen before were the following words:
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.
There was no signature. Mokuba stared at the note. His father? James Potter, he was sure, because this didn't look like anything his step father would own. Ron was admiring the cloak.
"I'd give anything for one of these," he said. "Anything. What's the matter?"
"Nothing," said Mokuba. He felt very strange. Who had sent the cloak? Had it really once belonged to his father? Should he tell Seto? He was already hiding Fluffy from him, what else?
Before he could say or think anything else, the dormitory door was flung open and Fred and George Weasley bounded in. Mokuba stuffed the cloak quickly out of sight.
"Merry Christmas!"
"Hey, look - Mokuba's got a Weasley sweater, too!"
Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G.
"Mokuba's is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Mokuba's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."
"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."
"I hate maroon," Ron moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head.
"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."
"What's all this noise?"
Percy Weasley stuck his head through the door, looking disapproving. 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 Mokuba 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.
Mokuba had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. Oh, sure, he had lots of big Christmas dinner, but they never had this homy feeling, even after his step father's death. 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. These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the they usually had at home, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside. Mokuba pulled a wizard cracker with Fred and it 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. Mokuba watched Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he called for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Mokuba's amazement, giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided. Mokuba snickered at Seto's annoyed look. He hoped his brother's blood pressure would survive the year.
When Mokuba finally left the table, he was laden down with a stack of things out of the crackers, including a pack of nonexplodable, luminous balloons, a Grow-Your-Own-Warts kit, and his own new wizard chess set. The white mice had disappeared and Mokuba had a nasty feeling they were going to end up as Mrs. Norris's Christmas dinner.
Mokuba and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight on the grounds, and even Seto joined in atleast once. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they returned to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Mokuba broke in his new chess set by beating Ron. He suspected Ron wouldn't have lost so badly if Percy hadn't tried to help the redhead so much.
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.
It had been Mokuba's best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Not until he climbed into bed was he free to think about it: the invisibility cloak and whoever had sent it.
Ron, full of turkey and cake and with nothing mysterious to bother him, fell asleep almost as soon as he'd drawn the curtains of his four-poster. Mokuba leaned over the side of his own bed and pulled the cloak out from under it.
His father's... this had been his real father's. He let the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said.
He had to try it, now. He slipped out of bed and wrapped the cloak around himself. Looking down at his legs, he saw only moonlight and shadows. It was a very funny feeling.
Use it well.
Suddenly, Mokuba felt wide-awake. The whole of Hogwarts was open to him in this cloak. Excitement flooded through him as he stood there in the dark and silence. He could go anywhere in this, anywhere, and Filch or his brother would never know.
Ron grunted in his sleep. Should Mokuba wake him? Something held him back - his father's cloak - he felt that this time - the first time - he wanted to use it alone.
He crept out of the dormitory, down the stairs, across the common room, and climbed through the portrait hole.
"Who's there?" squawked the Fat Lady. Mokuba said nothing. He walked quickly down the corridor.
Where should he go? He stopped, his heart racing, and thought. And then it came to him. The Restricted Section in the library. He'd be able to read as long as he liked, as long as it took to find out who Flamel was. He set off, drawing the invisibility cloak tight around him as he walked.
The library was pitch-black and very eerie. Mokuba lit a lamp to see his way along the rows of books. The lamp looked as if it was floating along in midair, and even though Mokuba could feel his arm supporting it, the sight gave him the creeps.
The Restricted Section was right at the back of the library. Stepping carefully over the rope that separated these books from the rest of the library, he held up his lamp to read the titles.
They didn't tell him much. Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages Mokuba couldn't understand. Some had no title at all. One book had a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. The hairs on the back of Mokuba's neck prickled. Maybe he was imagining it, maybe not, but he thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn't be. He hesitated. He knew how bad magic could get, getting his soul taken.
He had to start somewhere. Setting the lamp down carefully on the floor, he looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting looking book. A large black and silver volume caught his eye. He pulled it out with difficulty, because it was very heavy, and, balancing it on his knee, let it fall open.
A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek split the silence - the book was screaming! Mokuba snapped it shut, but the shriek went on and on, one high, unbroken, earsplitting note. He stumbled backward and knocked over his lamp, which went out at once. Panicking, he heard footsteps coming down the corridor outside - stuffing the shrieking book back on the shelf, he ran for it. He passed Filch in the doorway; Filch's pale, wild eyes looked straight through him, and Mokuba slipped under Filch's outstretched arm and streaked off up the corridor, the book's shrieks still ringing in his ears.
He came to a sudden halt in front of a tall suit of armor. He had been so busy getting away from the library, he hadn't paid attention to where he was going. Perhaps because it was dark, he didn't recognize where he was at all. There was a suit of armor near the kitchens, he knew, but he must be five floors above there.
"You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody's been in the library Restricted Section."
Mokuba felt the blood drain out of his face. Wherever he was, Filch must know a shortcut, because his soft, greasy voice was getting nearer, and to his horror, it was Snape who replied, "The Restricted Section? Well, they can't be far, we'll catch them."
Mokuba stood rooted to the spot as Filch and Snape came around the corner ahead. They couldn't see him, of course, but it was a narrow corridor and if they came much nearer they'd knock right into him - the cloak didn't stop him from being solid.
He backed away as quietly as he could. A door stood ajar to his left. It was his only hope. He squeezed through it, holding his breath, trying not to move it, and to his relief he managed to get inside the room without their noticing anything. They walked straight past, and Mokuba leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, listening to their footsteps dying away. That had been close, very close. It was a few seconds before he noticed anything about the room he had hidden in.
It looked like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs were piled against the walls, and there was an upturned wastepaper basket - but propped against the wall facing him was something that didn't look as if it belonged there, something that looked as if someone had just put it there to keep it out of the way.
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. His panic fading now that there was no sound of Filch and Snape, Mokuba moved nearer to the mirror, wanting to look at himself but see no reflection again. He stepped in front of it.
He had to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He whirled around. His heart was pounding far more furiously than when the book had screamed - for he had seen not only himself in the mirror, but Seto and some other people standing right behind him.
But the room was empty. Breathing very fast, he turned slowly back to the mirror.
There he was, reflected in it, white and scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, were at least ten others. Mokuba looked over his shoulder - but still, no one was there. Or were they all invisible, too? Was he in fact in a room full of invisible people and this mirror's trick was that it reflected them, invisible or not?
He looked in the mirror again. Seto was standing right behomd him and smiling, like he did when they were younger, before their step father. He reached out a hand and felt the air behind him. If he was really there(which would be odd because he wasn't chewing Mokuba out for bing out of his common room), he'd touch him, their reflections were so close together, but he felt only air - he and the others existed only in the mirror. On one side of him was a woman, who was smiling at Mokuba and waving.
She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes - her eyes are just like mine, Mokuba thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green(even if his eyes were now blueish) - exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. A tall, thin, black-haired man standing on the other side of Seto wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just as Mokuba's did, even this long. They both had a hand on Seto's shoulder.
Mokuba was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.
"Mom?" he whispered. "Dad?"
It WAS his mom and dad, standing on either side of Seto, acing as if he was part of the family. It was something he never really thought about since he got to Hogwarts (He had a happy life and a older brother who loved him, so they couldn't object too much), but recently he had been thinking back to when Seto first met Yugi and the others. How evil he had acted before whatever Yami did to him, and how Mokuba had been just as bad. He winced when he thought of the gang of his classmates that he used to threaten Yugi/Yami with(After words, they only saw him screaming to be let out, not him being trapped in a capsule and ditched him for 'being a wimp' as they called it), and how Seto knew about it and was ok with it. Would his parents be ok with that?
They just looked at him, smiling, though. And slowly, Mokuba looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Mokuba's knobbly knees - Mokuba was looking at his family, his complete family, for the first time in his life.
The Potters smiled and waved at Mokuba, then held hands with Seto, and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.
How long he stood there, he didn't know. The reflections did not fade and he looked and looked until a distant noise brought him back to his senses. He couldn't stay here, he had to find his way back to bed. He couldn't come back, though. He knew he couldn't. He already didn't want to leave, and if he came back, he may never be able to. He glanced back to the reflections and resolved not to think about it anymore. He ran out of the room under the cloak.
"You could have woken me up," said Ron, crossly.
"Sorry, but it wasn't anything special. It just showed your reflection, like a normal mirror." Mokuba lied that morning at breakfast He knew if he told Ron about what the mirror does, because the redhead would convince him to show him the mirror.
"You could have still woke me," said Ron. "Shame about not finding Flamel, though. Have some bacon or something, why aren't you eating anything?"
Mokuba couldn't eat. He had seen his parents with Seto and couldn't get them out of his mind. He had almost forgotten about Flamel. He shook his head to clear it.
"Are you all right?" said Ron. "You look odd."
"Ya, I'm fine." Mokuba muttered, taking a bite of a pancake so Ron wouldn't say anything else about him not eating. Though he expected it to not work and Ron to say something else, so when he didn't, Mokuba was surprised. Though he found out the reason soon after.
"Are you ok, Mokuba?" His brother had walked up without him knowing. Mokuba turned to face him and nodded, trying to look as convincing as possible. Mokuba would be fine, once he got that image out of his head. Seto narrowed his eyes but just sighed and shook his head. He knew by now not to try to argue with Mokuba when it came to these things. He quickly looked around, seeing who was there. Mokuba just watched, confused. What was his brother doing? It was still farily early and, being break, the few students that stayed slept to lunch, so the Great Hall was empty of everyone but them and the three teachers who stayed over as well. The only reason him and Ron were there was
because Ron woke him up with a nightmare. Something about tap danceing spiders...?
Seto broke him out of his thoughts, by knelling down and SMILING. Like when they were younger! "Just tell me if you start to catch something, okay?"
Mokuba nodded, stunned, then he smiled too. The image of his parents was replaced with his brother smiling. Seto always knew how to make him feel better, even if he didn't know what was going on.
Someone asked for more Seto. There you go! Though he won't be there alot. Hes there but he also has a class to teach. That, and he's so hard to write and keep in character!
If anyone is OOC, please correct me and I'll try to fix it in future chapters.
On a different note, have you ever look back on something and realize your mind has made the memory!people's reactions are in anime form? Cause I just realized mine does that...
