A/N: Okay, this is the second part. The writing after the xxXXxxXX is a scene without Gwen in it but I felt that it would be cool to add as a bonus scene to explain some stuff. Enjoy. Review!

Continued…

The walk to the library was frightening. Neither of them said a word the whole way. When they finally reached the library they found it pitch black. Slipping out from under the cloak, Gwen lit a lamp and ventured ahead, stepping over the robes that separated the Restricted Section from the rest of the room.

Harry came in next and took off the cloak, draping it over his arm carefully. Gwen held the lamp up to the shelves as they read the titles. Most of them were in unfamiliar languages and a vast amount of the English ones had paint that was so peeled you couldn't't read it anyways. Some had odd stains and all were dusty. It gave Gwen a very eerie feeling just to be around those books.

Gwen watched as Harry uncertainly pulled out one of the cleaner, more readable books from the shelf. She gently set down the lamp and was about to pick out a book for herself when Harry's volume let out a terrifying shriek. He slammed the book closed but the screaming continued.

Loud footsteps could be heard running towards the library. In a panic, Gwen jumped the rope and ran to the side of the room. Knocking some books to the floor and dragging several chairs around she created a sort cage for herself. She shrunk down and watched as Harry looked at her worriedly before throwing the cloak around himself and disappearing.

Filch came into the room in a rage. His outstretched arm held up a lamp and Gwen saw his sleeve rustle slightly and she knew Harry had escaped. Filch shuffled about the room quickly. Gwen's breath caught in her throat as he stood right next to her hiding place and she was impossibly glad that he didn't have Mrs. Norris with him to sniff her out. A loud yowl sounded from the doorway soon after. How terribly ironic.

"Found them have you, my sweet?" Filch ran off, wheezing with the exertion of the chase. Gwen didn't know how long she lay there. She just listened to her rapid breath and focused on steadying it. Seconds, minutes, hours maybe. At one point, Snape stalked into the library and inspected the Restricted Section quite thoroughly. His cold, black eyes turned her way and she froze up but if he had seen her, he didn't say anything because he turned on his heel and stomped into the hall a moment later, his expression tensing with every step he took.

"Gwen!" A low whisper came from between some of the spokes of the chair by Gwen's head. She pushed it to the side. Only one thing could talk to her without being visible.

"Harry?"

"Of course. You're never going to believe what I found! Come here!" He whipped the cloak off and helped her out.

"Well, are you going to let me under?" Gwen looked at him expectantly.

"Sorry!" He threw the Invisibility Cloak around the both of them. Together they shuffled out into the hallway, trying their best to balance the cloak while walking. Harry led her down several corridors and into an open door.

It appeared to be an empty classroom. The tables and chairs were all stacked to one side. In the centre of the room was a mirror. The mirror was very large and shiny with a beautiful golden frame. It stood on two feet. Across the top was: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

"Harry? What are we doing in here?" Gwen pushed the cloak off of her and turned to face her friend, waiting for him to become visible as well.

"My family," Harry spoke as if was the most obvious thing in the world. Gwen could tell that he was ecstatic.

"Harry," she said gently. "Your family…you know that they're…well…" Gwen struggled to let him down softly. She wasn't sure if he was delusional or something else.

"I know. I meant when you look in that mirror, you can see my family. My mother, my father, my uncles and aunts - all of them!" Harry ran over to the mirror and his face simply lit up. Gwen moved beside him. All she could see was them. It showed their reflections like a regular mirror.

"I can only see us, Harry."

"No, no. Stand here, where I am. I'm sure that it's the proper spot for looking!" He moved aside and held her shoulders, urgently guiding her directly in front of the glass.

"Harry, that's not you family…"

"Of course it is," he snapped. Calming himself, he continued. "Well, if not my family, what do you see?"

"Me. But I'm older. Maybe eighteen or twenty. And I'm beautiful, I really grew into my looks just like my cousins said I would." Her voice was full of hurt, as if she was remembering some awful teasing hidden behind a less offensive statement 'I'm sure you'll grow into your looks someday…'

"Just you? Don't you see your family all around you?" Harry took a step forward.

"No. Behind me is…wow…Lavender and Parvati and Neville and you and Hermione and Dean and Seamus and Ron and Fred and George. You're all looking at me like they are congratulating me. And I look so happy. And my finger! Oh my gosh, there's a ring on it! Somebody actually wanted to marry me…" Gwen was absolutely mesmerized.

"But - but my family…Here, let me have a turn now."

"You already had a turn, Harry. Just a few minutes, please?" Gwen sunk to her knees and pressed her fingers lightly to the mirror, her face completely focused on the vision in front of her.

About half an hour later, after they had both had many more turns in front of the mirror, Gwen finally got Harry away from the room and back to Gryffindor Tower.

"Goodnight Harry."

"'Night Gwen."

Gwen began to climb the stairs to her dormitory for the night when she turned around to say goodnight to Harry. But when she turned around again, she could've sworn that out of the corner of her eye, she saw him leave the common room once more to visit the mirror.

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"So - back again Harry?"

"I-I didn't see you, sir."

"Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you," said Dumbledore, smiling. "So, you, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised."

"I didn't know it was called that, sir."

"But I expect you've realised by now what it does?"

"It - well - it shows me my family-"

"And it shows you're friend Gwen with a ring on her finger."

"How did you know-?"

"I don't need a cloak to become invisible," said Dumbledore gently. "Now, can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all?"

Harry shook his head.

"Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help?"

"It shows us what we want…whatever we want…" Harry said slowly.

"Yes and no, " said Dumbledore quietly. "It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have never known your family, see them standing all around you. Guinevere Montgomery, who has always lived with the idea that she was unlovable, sees herself surrounded by her peers, loved not only in the common way of companionship but also in the most mysterious way it is possible to be loved by another, romantically. However, this mirror gives us neither knowledge nor truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible."

"Sir, how did you know what Gwen thought of herself?"

"We monitor possible students, Harry. That does involve some observations on our part. We cannot help it if we discover some things that may have not been ours to see. Now, the Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Harry, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don't you put that admirable cloak back on and get off to bed?"

"Sir - Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?"

"Obviously, you've just done so," Dumbledore smiled. "You may ask me one more thing, however."

"What do you see when you look in the mirror?"

"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woollen socks. One can never have enough socks. Another other Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."

Harry looked at him and then wandered back to bed. Gwen was up waiting for him. He spoke of the conversation and Dumbledore was very surprised when he returned to his office later the next day to find a very thick pair of socks on his desk with a note addressed to him. He was extremely pleased when he recognised the writing as one Guinevere Montgomery and promptly put them on, thinking that the young Gryffindor would be very good for Harry and hopefully, someday, good for the world.