A/N: I know, I'm late... but I have something to say. The ending of this story personally sucks. I am going to try and make a better and interesting story. So that means that I won't be doing any work on my other new story, " Make No Promises," or posting up this one until the ending is revised. Ok, go on, read!
The Looking Glass
Chapter 12::
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. ::By: hermioneharry4ever
Up in the common room, Harry and Hermione were still having a pillow fight. They paused when they heard Sirius came into the common room.
" So how's my favorite Lovebird's doing?" Teased Sirius when he came in. Hermione and Harry exchanged looks, and both nodded...
Suddenly Sirius was bombed with pillows. He ran to one of the chairs, and pulled a pillow off of it. Soon it was a three man pillow fight...
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An hour later, the three were sitting by the fireplace, one of which was laying on a couch, sleeping silently. The other two were talking quietly.
" So, Sirius, what have you've been doing lately?" Asked Harry.
" Nothing much. I've been helping Dumbledore lately. Been staying a the Shieking Shack." Sirius answered, watching the dancing flame. " Nothing of real importance."
" Oh." Harry replied.
They were silent for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. Harry was starring at Hermione, who had fell asleep as soon as she sat down on the couch. He hoped that she wouldn't have one of those dreams again tonight. Sirius started laughing at his godson.
" What?" Harry asked.
" You like her don't you?" Sirius asked, even though he knew the real answer.
Harry looked at him as if he had one extra arm. " What, I don't like Hermione." Harry denied. The last thing he needed was his father's best friend making fun of him. He already had enough teasing.
" Right. I think you are just an younger generation of Lily and James." He muttered, "Well I better be going." He said, and got up, walking to the portrait as a dog. But Harry heard what he said before.
" Sirius! We aren't nothing like my parents!" Harry exclaimed after him, but it was too late. He was gone. Harry sighed, and looked at Hermione. She was sleeping peacefully. " If we are, then that would be fine with me." He whispered, and got a blanket.
Harry wrapped it around Hermione, and went to sit down in a chair across from her. Soon sleep came to him...
~*~
When Harry woke up the next day, Hermione had already gone for a plate of food. She went over to another chair by the fireplace. Harry smiled, and got up and went over to the table to get food. He then went to sit next to Hermione.
" Hi." She said.
" Hi," Harry replied back.
" I didn't have any one of those dreams last night." Hermione revealed.
Harry looked at her. " Probably," She continued, " Because I was really tired."
" Probably." Harry said.
~*~
Christmas was tomorrow at Hogwarts, and Harry was trying to think of a good present for Hermione. He didn't want to get her books, but something special. He had already got Ron a present, even if Ron wasn't speaking to him. He had got Ron a Chudley Cannons watch. He had already sent Hermione's and his presents with Hedwig to Ron.
" Okay, you two, you can go. I know it's a bit early, buts it's Christmas." Said Professor Peters. They had been in their Apparation classes when she said this. Both of the teenagers nodded, and bided her a good-bye.
They walked back to Hogwarts as it started to snow lightly. Hermione smiled. " Deja Vu."
Harry laughed. " So are you going to act like a child Ms. Hermione Granger?"
" I don't know, Mr. Harry Potter." Hermione replied.
By this time they had gotten to the castle. They were walking up to the Gryffindor Common Room when Harry saw a door was slightly opened. There was an eerie silence in the room. Harry stopped, and Hermione walked a few paces before she knew that Harry wasn't with her. She turned around.
" Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked.
Harry looked at her. " I'm going into this room, Hermione."
" What? Why? It could be dangerous!" Hermione exclaimed. Harry shrugged, and went into the room. " Harry! What do you think your doing!" Hermione shrieked, the mumbled, " I swear you're just impossible sometimes Harry Potter." She followed Harry inside the room.
She saw him, standing in front of a mirror. At the top of the mirror, she read, Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
A sudden thought came to Hermione. This was the Mirror of Erised. " Harry," she croaked out, " Come on, lets go. This mirror could make you insane."
But Harry wasn't listening. The last time he looked into this mirror he had saw his parents and family. But now the mirror changed. This time was a picture of a table on a porch. He could see himself at the head of the table, holding hands with Hermione. It looked as that they had identical wedding rings. Farther down the table was two little kids who had bushy-brown hair, with emerald eyes talking with Ron. At the other end of the table was him parents, Sirius, and Professor Lupin. They were all laughing happily, and waving at the real Harry.
Harry felt a tear fell down his cheek. He felt Hermione tugging on his t-shirt. He turned around, and faced Hermione. She spoke.
" Harry, we should go. I heard that this mirror can make you insane. C'mon." Hermione said.
Harry nodded, but didn't agree. " Ok, we'll go. But don't you want to look into the mirror? Only just once!"
Hermione sighed, and Harry moved out of the way. She turned around to face the mirror. All Harry could see was Hermione. When a couple of seconds gone by, she turned around, with a shocked expression on her face. " Ok, lets go."
Harry agreed, and they made their way out of the room. " Harry," Hermione started. " What do you see in the mirror?"
Harry chewed on the inside of his cheek. He told Hermione everything he saw, but left out the children and the wedding bands on their figures. Hermione smiled, but didn't say anything. Harry asked her the same question.
" Well," she started to explain, " I don't really feel like answering that question. I mean that I think I've been overlooking my heart desire for so long, and now I shocked of what it is."
" Is it something about school?" Harry asked.
Hermione laughed, " No it isn't. It's more of something else."
" Care to explain?"
" No, sorry. Maybe when I get used to it, I'll explain later."
Harry understood more than she thought. He had to get used to the fact that his parents were dead when he was littler, and was told that they had died in a car accident. The kids at school used to asked him why his last name was different from his aunt and uncle. He didn't felt like telling.
They both walked back to the common room. They bid each other good night and went upstairs to bed.
Just before Harry fell asleep, his thoughts went to Hermione's Christmas present. He had gotten it the day before from Hogsmeade. He hoped that Hermione liked it...
~*~
When Harry finally stirred, the sunlight was pouring through his window. His feet were relativity warm, but the rest of his body was lukewarm. He moaned, and reached for his glasses on the table right by his bed. As soon as Harry put on his glasses, he saw Hermione sitting on the edge Ron's bed with a perfectly wrapped gift. She was in her pajamas.
" Merry Christmas Harry." Hermione said as soon as Harry looked at her.
" Merry Christmas Hermione." Harry replied. She handed Harry the gift. It was light, very light for a such a big box. He looked at Hermione curiously.
" Open it!" Hermione exclaimed. Harry put her gift off to the side, and got her gift. It was in a tiny box. He handed Hermione it. She took it.
" Want to open them at the same time?" Harry asked, Hermione nodded. But before Hermione or Harry tear the wrapping paper off, there was a knocking at the window. A mass of six owls were gathered at the window. Hermione set the little present down and went to open the window. The owls flew in, and made two piles of presents. One for him, and one for Hermione.
Harry started on unwrapping his presents. He had gotten a box of assorted candies from Hagrid. From Fred and George, he had received samples of all of their joke candies. Also, Ron surprised Harry by giving him a hand-hold game of Quidditch worked by magic, and from Ron's letter he felt that Ron was ready to be friends with him again.
Now he was down to one more present. It was in a small leather box. Harry carefully opened it. In it was a piece of paper and two rings. Harry picked up the paper and read it.
Harry,
From looking at the rings, you're probably thinking, " Why has Sirius given me two rings. Is he still trying to get me to tell him I like Hermione?" First, these rings were your parents. James and Lily, in their love-sick mines made promises to each other, but what they were, I don't know. Moony was in his stage as a werewolf, and actually spied on them, but wouldn't tell the rest what they said. So anyway, as you concluded, these are promise rings. I don't know how they work, but I'm sure you'll figure it out. And no, this isn't some stupid joke of mine to get you and Hermione together. Just keep the rings, and when you feel like it, give it to a girl you love... Yuck! I hate that mushy stuff! I can't believe I actually said that!
Well anyway, I'd better be going.
Sirius.
Harry smiled at the rings. They were his parents. He took one last look at the rings, and closed the lid. It might've been his selfish self, but he wasn't ready to give one of the rings away yet.
Hermione shrieked, and got up from her presents. She was carrying a letter at arms length, started walking to the window.
" Hermione, what are you doing?" Harry asked. Hermione didn't reply, but chucked the letter at the window. Harry looked at her strangely. She looked more refreshed and sat on the floor again. Harry repeated himself.
" Well," Hermione answered, " I had a strange feeling about the letter I got and threw out of the window. It said my name, and everything, but no name to see who it was from. The bad feeling only got worse when I picked it up. So I made a decision, and now it's on the snow outside."
Harry narrowed his eyes, but didn't press any farther. He told Hermione that they should open each others presents now. But she said that it was almost time for their lessons to start. Yes, even on Christmas, Dumbledore wanted Hermione and Harry to go to lessons.
~*~
That night Harry and Hermione sat in the common room, in their pajamas. They exchanged gifts. Each of them took their times opening each other's gifts. Three-Fourths through unwrapping his gift Harry waited to watch Hermione finishing opening hers. She smiled happily at what Harry had got her, a pure fourteen carrot locket. She opened it, and in it was the picture of herself, all of the Weasleys, her parents, and Harry standing in Diagon Ally.
" Thank you Harry! This mean so much to me." Hermione exclaimed, tears falling down her cheeks. She putted on the locket.
" Open yours!" Hermione said. Harry went back to his. When he finally lifted the lid to the box, all he could see was tissue paper, until a glint of gold caught his eye. It was tiny, very tiny, and it looked like a book. He picked it up, and opened the cover. In it was a mirror. This confused Harry a lot. He gave Hermione a look, and she explained it to him.
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" It's a Foremister. When you look into the mirror, you can wish who you want to see, and it shows you them." Hermione explained.
Harry looked into the mirror, and wished to see his parents. His father came up first, then his mother. They looked like they were aging. Harry smiled. It just felt right to do so.
~*~
As two weeks went passed Harry and Hermione could always be seen in their classes. Hermione was still better at Harry in karate, but he was very good at it. Snape taught them all kinds of blocks, kicks, and even punches.
In Professor Lupin and Professor Peter's classes they were usually sitting the first half, learning how to use all kinds of spells. The second half was usually when Harry and Hermione could try out the spells. Harry was better at some jinxes than Hermione was, but sometimes helped Hermione with the spells.
In the Apparation classes, Harry and Hermione both could apparate a short distance, but couldn't go more than a couple of miles away from where they left off from.
Both were doing extremely well in the dueling classes. They shot curses at a magical dummy instead of each other.
At nights they were usually quiet, unless they got into some mock fight. Like one night...
Tomorrow was when Ron and the others were going back to Hogwarts and the lessons would be over. Hermione and Harry were in the common room, Hermione trying to help Harry with a move that Professor Snape had taught them. They were in their karate clothes.
When they both bowed, the fight had started. Harry received a good kick from Hermione. He had learn to ignore some of the pain, and tackled Hermione down to the ground. He was sitting on her stomach, pinning her arms down on the floor.
He smirked. " So, what are you going to do now, Ms. Destiny. I thought you were a pro at karate. She smirked right back, and brought her legs in front of Harry. She pushed them, and Harry fell onto the ground, She got on his stomach, and pinned Harry's arms down.
" I believe I'm should be asking you that, Mr. Fate." Hermione laughed. Harry scowled. He kicked Hermione in the back. He got out from underneath Hermione when she was saying "Ow." She stood up. Harry threw punches at her, and she block every one. Hermione glanced over where the wands laid. She jumped the couch, and ran over to them. She picked up both, and threw Harry's wand to him. Harry caught it perfectly, and they started to throw harmless little jinxes at each other.
Harry hit Hermione with the tickling curse. She fell to the ground laughing hardly, and let go of her wand. Harry smirked and picked up Hermione's wand, twirling it in his figures.
After five minutes, Harry took of the tickling curse. Hermione stood up, and putted out her hand.
" Ms. Destiny, it isn't the time for a handshake." Harry teased.
" No, I know, give me my wand."
" I won't give it to you if you say please."
" Alright! Please!" Hermione exclaimed.
Harry chuckled. Knowing Peeves was in advantage now. " Nope, I said if you said please, I WON'T give it to you!" Harry laughed.
Hermione glared at him, with arms crossed. Suddenly Harry flew back, and hit the wall. Hermione gasped, and ran to him.
" Harry, Are you alright! I didn't mean to!" Hermione cried.
Harry smiled slightly. " You need to control your temper." Harry joked.
" Harry! This isn't a time for joking around. C'mon, let's get you to the couch." Hermione said, and got her wand. She preformed a charm that made Harry float in air. She floated him to the couch. Harry laid on the couch, and Hermione sat next to him.
" Are you sure your ok, Harry?" Hermione asked.
" Hermione, if I was okay, would I be here now?" Harry replied.
" I guess not."
Harry didn't reply after that. Sleep was overcoming them, and they fell asleep...
~*~
Harry stirred, but didn't felt like opening his eyes. He was too comfortable. During the night he had been a little cold, but now he was warm snuggled where ever he was. A flash came to his eyes, and when he opened them...
~*~
Coming up next in chapter 13:: 1 Slytherin+ 1 Gryffindor= Fight!
A fight, a break up of three friends, and forgiveness...
A.N: Not much of a cliffhanger, I know, but that was kind of because I wanted to give you guys a break. But I'll be back with my regular ones next chapter... Hehehe.
About the mirror of erised, You well know what Hermione saw in the last chapter, along with the letter that was written long ago by her parents. Also I have a feeling that Harry isn't going to give away the rings in his fifth year.
I've been thinking a lot about this story, and decided to add more than I thought, so it would probably be VERY long, well, long for me.
At school, they are getting us ready for High School; I've decided to take courses that may take up all of my team, like Marching Band and the Newspaper. But don't worry, I'll keep writing, but it may end up that I could only get one chapter out per week. Why am I worrying about this? I still have until August... Oh well...
Well, TTFN...
hermioneharry4ever
( 02/ 14/ 02)
Special Notes to those who reviewed Chapter 11:: " I'll get you my pretty..."
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