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Book I: Calm Before the Storm
Chapter Ten
The First Match
The next day, Marcus Flint, along with the rest of the Quidditch team for Slytherin was out on the pitch. (FSOTS: If anybody knows their names I'd be happy to recieve them) Everyone had their equipment ready and were just waiting for the signal.
"Nervous, mate?" Marcus asked Harry as they stepped outside.
"Me? Nervous?" Harry laughed. "Never."
Marcus laughed and patted Harry on the back. "Sure ye aren't, mate. It's just your first Quidditch game ever, I mean, what could go wrong?" he asked, grinning as Harry gulped.
"Thanks a lot, Marcus, you upset our Seeker!" one of the Chasers yelled.
"Oh shut up, he was all ready nervous, Mike!" Marcus exclaimed, throwing a nearby rock at his head, causing Harry to laugh a little. Then the two teams got out onto the pitch, Madam Hooch introduced herself as referee, and the twins' Fred and George's friend Lee Jordan as Spokesman, and the game had begun.
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In the stands, Draco was huffing with his arms crossed over his chest. David was to his right and Blaise was to his left, and they were smirking at Draco's behavior. This was only because that Harry was surrounded by many good looking older guys.
Blaise chuckled. "I think Harry has his decision all ready made, Drac," he told the blond.
"Yeah.. whatever, Blaise, go suck on a lemon," he hissed as David started laughing.
"He looks like he's gonna be sick!" Hagrid called from the Gryffindor stands, minutes later, and they were all watching Harry by that point, who looked like he was going to throw up. Draco was holding David's hand tightly, though it was more like squishing it because he had a tight grip on it. Harry then opened his mouth and out popped the Golden Snitch.
"And there you have it! Riddle has the Snitch! Slytherin Wins!"
The Gryffindors, of course, boo-ed, but Draco, David and Blaise didn't care. They ran down out of the stands to join Harry as they made their way back to Hogwarts Castle for the Evening Feast.
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Harry sighed. He couldn't get to sleep. Draco was right next to him in the next bed over, but still he couldn't find it in him. So he got out his Invisibility Cloak and put it around him, and went out searching.
He found a room minutes later. It was pretty much empty except for the mirror. It was magnificent, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing up on 2 clawed feet. There was an inscription engraved at the top. It said:
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
When Harry stepped up into the mirror, he looked inside, but he could only see himself, just as he was. But then, two other people began forming inside the mirror, beside him. One was a woman, with long red flowing hair, and the other, was a man that looked much like their new Professor Potter.. "Mum?..." Harry asked. then he saw David, Blaise and Draco in the mirror. But when he looked beside or behind him, no one was there. Question marks were going off inside his head as he looked at the mirror. What was it trying to tell him?
"Ahh, Harry.. I see you, like many others, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised," Dumbledore said upon coming into the room.
"Sir.. how did ..."
"It does not take an Invisibility Cloak to keep secrets from me, Harry," Dumbledore replied as he walked to stand beside Harry. "I suppose you now know what it does."
Harry shook his head. "Well... let me explain it to you. The happiest man on earth would be able to look into the Mirror, like a normal mirror, that is, and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help you any?"
"So... it shows us... what we want," Harry asked. "Whatever we want?"
"Yes... and no," Dumbledore began. "It shows us nothing more than the deepest, most desperate desires of our heart. But, this Mirror gives us neither knowledge nor truth. Men have wasted away in front of it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad. Not knowing what they see is even possible or real. The mirror will be moved tomorrow, and I must ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do come upon it, you will be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, Harry. Now why don't you put your cloak on and go back to bed?"
"Sir.. if it shows me whatever I want... then, it shows me my family... but.. that's not my father.."
But Dumbledore was all ready gone. Harry sighed and walked back to the Dormitories in his cloak, and then got into his bed next to Draco, who was awake now.
"Where have you been?" Draco asked.
"...Talking with the Headmaster," Harry said. "I'll tell you about it tomorrow..." with that he was asleep, wondering if Tom Riddle was really his father, or was it James Potter? And if it was really Potter, why had Tom kept this secret from him for so long? To protect him? Or was it because he loved his mother?... Too many questions, he thought as sleep took him.
TBC...
I know the Mirror happens on Christmas... but hey, they were home for Christmas! XD Review! I'm sorry I've been so slack... I've had no time to write because I've been InuYasha RolePlaying constantly... :) Well, bye for now!