Harry rolled over once again to the other side of her four-poster bed in the all too quiet dorm room. She had been trying and failing to fall asleep for a while now. How late it was, she had no idea. Letting out a sigh she opened her eyes she had forced herself to keep closed in the hopes of falling asleep. Reaching out to the cabinet beside her she pulled open the drawer she had stuffed her father's Cloak in.

She was never going to sleep now. Her brain just wouldn't shut off. Getting up Harry pulled the Cloak over her, creeping down to the common room. No one was around, at least Percy wouldn't question why she was still up. Then a thought occurred to her if the Cloak made her invisible, then she could sneak into the restricted section of the library.

Well, no time like the present so they say. Time to take her dad's Cloak for a test drive. Opening the portrait door Harry slipped out of the common room into the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. Slowly making her way through the castle with the hallways being empty the would be sure to make the sound of footsteps echo alerting the Professors to her presence. Living with the Dursleys had taught Harry a thing or two about creeping around in the dark.

The Library was also empty, Harry made her way through easing her way through the restricted section. The trouble was, she had no idea where to look. Books were Hermione's thing, not that Harry didn't like them. It just wasn't the same love as Hermione had for them. Knowing her friend, she would have been able to narrow down the search quickly. A lot quicker than she herself could ever do.

Harry walked through looking at the spines of the books. Not that was any help to her how was she meant to know what the book contained if the spins of the books didn't even have their titles? Harry had heard tales from the twins about the books in the restricted section. Like how some would vanish while you were in the middle of reading it. But if rule number two existed for a reason, then what's to say that rule number one was any different. Never listen to what the twins tell you. Pulling out the nearest book Harry opened it quickly. Relaxing slightly then suddenly the book screeched making her jump. Harry closed the book just as quickly placing it back on its shelf.

Upon hearing footsteps approaching Harry crept back out of the Library a lot with a faster pace than she had used to break into the Restricted section at night. Making a mental note to herself she was never going to try that again. Nope better to make noise in the day when more people were around and when Hermione was back. Heading down the corridor she almost collided into Professors Snape and Quirrell.

'You do not want to make an enemy out of me Quirrell,' Snape snarled towards Harry's other Professor, 'Now let's try again. Do you know how to get past that beast of Hagrid's?'

If they needed any further proof that Professor Snape was after what the Fluffy was guarding Harry had just received it. A shout down the corridor alerted the other Professors of company.

'STUDENT OF BED.'

Harry didn't need to guess who the voice belonged to. However, Filch had made a clearing for Harry. As soon they had heard the shout they had made a gap wide enough for Harry to creep through. Heading down the corridor in the opposite direction to herself. Well, at least she knew that the Cloak was working now. They hadn't seen her. Walking towards the common room she stops as something glittering caught the corner of her eye. Turning towards the slightly open door in question. Why would something shiny be in an empty room?

Opening the door Harry questionably looks around the room. What she had thought was empty room had not been the case. The large mirror in the middle room stated over wise. So that is what had caused the glistering light. It had reflected off the mirror.

Stepping towards the mirror Harry could see from the dim light it's golden frame. The words Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi inscribed in it.

Shaking her head slightly as she steps in front of it. Her eyes immediately widen in surprise. Biting her lip. Harry reached out touching the glass lightly. A silly gesture after all they weren't even there with her. She just couldn't help herself. She knew instantly who it was she was seeing in the mirror, even if she had never seen photographs of them before. Hagrid had told her how much she looked like her dad but her eyes had been her mothers.

He had been right, because before stood her parents. The same messy black hair as her father. Even though her own was much longer. While his stuck up in a ruffled sort of way. She had her mother's nose despite having her father's facial roundness and chin.

How had the mirror known? Harry didn't know that mirrors could even hold a magic like this. Now that would be something worth reading about. Stepping back, she let out a yawn, she was more tired than she had realised. She'd figure out how the mirror had known in the morning. Glancing at her parents one last time she turned towards the exit closing the door behind her.