Reflections...

Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped through into a dark room.

"Lumos." Hermione's spell brightened up the space, revealing a large mirror.

"That's it. The Mirror of Erised," said Harry. All three of them stared in admiration. The mirror seemed smaller to Harry than the last time he saw it, but still as beautiful.

He looked into it's inviting depths, but when he turned away, he had a strange look on his face.

"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked.

"I didn't see.. I saw..." he tailed off, leaving an unhelpful silence in the room, broken only by Ron, who had managed to trip over a small black box as he made his way over to where Harry and Hermione were standing.

"What's that?" asked Hermione, noticing the box.

"Dunno," answered Ron, who was a bit preoccupied with massaging his foot to notice an obviously worthless little box.

"It's locked. Alohomora." At Hermione's spell, the box started to rattle, an unusually unsettling sound.

"What do you think it is?" said Ron to Harry, but Harry was staring into the Mirror, with a puzzled look on his face.

"What is it mate?" Ron asked him, but Harry would not admit what he had just seen, how could he?

But Hermione suddenly let out a loud scream, and collapsed onto the floor.

"Hermione!" Ron bounded over to her, and screamed himself. The box was open, and inside was a face. It was withered and old, but not unkind.

"What the......?" Ron remarked. Harry would have normally been interested, but he was still confused about what he had seen in the mirror.

Hermione was still on the floor, but she had regained consciousness. The shock of what she had seen had shocked her.

"You OK?" said Ron.

"Fine. Just a shock, that's all," replied Hermione. "Harry, look. Harry?" But Harry had gone. He had disappeared.

"Harry, come out, it's not funny, OK." But Ron's words didn't do anything.

"Homenum revelio." Hermione looked anxious.

"Oh, don't tell me he's not here," said Ron. Hermione shook her head. "What's the deal with this mirror, anyway?" said Ron, walking in front of it. His face suddenly went blank, and his eyes widened.

"No." This word came from the face inside the little black box. "No."

But even Hermione could not stop Ron. He walked in to the mirror, and disappeared.

"Ron. Ron." Hermione's sobs were quiet, but heard by the woman who walked in.

"So. Your friends have discovered the Mirror's power then?" Pansy said.

"Where are they?" Hermione said. "Tell me."

"Well, why would I do that?" Pansy laughed. Hermione saw her eyes flicker to the open box on the floor. Hermione saw her chance.

"Well, if you don't tell me, then I'll have to find out for myself." Hermione grabbed the tiny box, to cries of 'No!' from Pansy, and ran into the mirror, the tear marks still etched upon her cheeks.