Authors note: I do not own any characters created by J.K. Rowling. Full credit goes to her for all situations and information mentioned in any of the 7 books or interviews, etc. as well. However, the storyline of this fanfic is all me and the little voice in my head – and thus, of course, not to be copied by anybody else – that would be stealing my creativity, my ideas – and not very nice

*year 2 - age 13*

"Why?"

I really didn't have time for this.
But then again, she didn't know that.
She didn't know what it was that was roaming the halls.
So she couldn't possibly know why I would need a mirror.

But I did need a mirror.
I didn't feel like being petrified.
But then again: it beat dying.
I really, really didn't feel like dying.

She wouldn't believe me though.
Why should she?
It wasn't as if she knew or trusted me.

Perhaps I should've brought a mirror myself.
I didn't really think I owned one, but oh well...

While I was struggling on what to tell her, she apparently had come to a decision of her own.
From one of the pockets in her robes she took a small mirror.

I knew that what I was about to do wouldn't remove her doubts about my sanity, but since she probably already thought I was crazy...

Slowly I reached out, and held the mirror in just the right angle so that I would be able to see anybody, anything in the corridor.

When I knew I'd be able to see everything, I realised I should probably watch first - after all: I was the one who knew (even if that only was sort-of) what to expect.

Just as I turned to tell the girl this, I noticed a change in her eyes as something resembling fear appeared.

I followed the direction in which she was looking and glanced at the mirror.

The reflection of a pair of yellowish eyes stared back at me.

As everything went black, the only thought I could grasp seemed to echo the girl's earlier question:

"Why?"

This is basically how I always imagined Hermione got petrified. Penelope (the girl who was found with her) obviously wouldn't have know why she would ask such a question, nor would she know that just looking at the mirror wasn't really smart, even for a Ravenclaw :)
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