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The Mirror of Erised - Lellian's Point of View

This had been the best Christmas I had ever had. Granted I missed having Remus here, but having the Weasley's and Harry more than made up for it, and I loved all my presents. Even the homemade goodies from Mrs. Weasley. It was nice to taste a mother's cooking of sweets and snack food. When night fell, I stayed down in the common room much like the night before. As I waited for the others to fall asleep, I read the book I had been sent from Remus. I don't know how long I had sat there reading before I decided enough time had passed. Quietly closing my book, I got up from the couch and went up the stairs till I reached the boys dormitory. I was really nervous about sneaking in to take the cloak from Harry, but I had a feeling that it wasn't Remus who had left us the cloak and the letter with it. It had to be Dumbledore. Only he would do something like that...but why? Does he know what we've been trying to do? I wondered to myself as I silently slipped into the room. Hedwig perked up at my presence but didn't make a sound. She was a smart bird and was too accustomed to my presence to know I wasn't a threat. "Hey, girl." I whispered as I leaned in towards her and nuzzled softly. Her feathers puffed up and I had to hold back a giggle. That meant she liked it. Dropping to hands and knees beside Harry's bed, I looked around the for the cloak. "Ah-ha!" I whispered to myself as I reached under and pulled it out. Holding it close to my chest, I got up to my feet and looked at the sleeping boys in the dorm before quickly hurrying out. The last thing I wanted was to be caught by Harry. Or worse. Percy.

With the cloak making me invisible, I was only armed with just a lantern. My hand holding the lit lantern was exposed, but nothing else. I walked through the dark library till I reached the Restricted Section. Looking down the aisle at all the books, I shiver before taking a breath. Carefully setting the lantern down, I remove the cloak and quickly brush my hair from my face. "Okay." I breathed out as I picked up the lantern, laid the cloak at a table, and began to look at the books. Eyes scanning the book titles as I passed them. "Famous fire eaters...15th Century Fiends…" I shook my head. Nope. He wouldn't be there. "Flamel...Nicholas Flamel...where are you?" I asked myself as I came across a book that had chains on it. Curious, I picked up the book as I set the lantern down. As I opened it, a man's face appeared in the pages and promptly began to scream.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Flinching at the scream, I slam the book shut and quickly put it back.

"Who's there?!" I gasped softly at Filch's voice.

"Oh, no!" I quickly whip around and grab the cloak. However, my quick action knocks over the lantern and causes it to fall. The glass shatters and the candle goes out. So much for keeping quiet! I thought to myself in a panic.

"I know you're in there. You can't hide." Looking back towards Filch's direction, I put on the cloak just before Filch appears before me. Shaking ever so slightly from nerves, I quietly creep around Filch. "Who is it? Show yourself!" Gulping, I run from the room, breathing heavily. Sadly I run right into the hall, where Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, is. She meows at me and begins to follow me.

"No...Shoo, you bloody cat!" I whisper aggressively as I turn and run around a corner, just as Snape and Quirrell appear. Talk about bad luck! Quickly coming to a halt, I watch as Snape pushes Quirrell into the wall.

"Severus...I-I thought-"

"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell."

"W-what do you m-mean?"

"You know perfectly well what I mean." I freeze as Snape seems to senses something. Or rather someone, being me. My breathing comes to a halt as Snape reaches out to grab something, or more interesting my cloak, but doesn't. He whips his finger back in front of Quirrell's face. "We'll have another chat soon...when you've had time to decide where your loyalties lie." My hand comes up to cover my mouth and nose as I let myself breathe again. And just when I thought it wouldn't get anymore nerve wrecking, Filch appears, carrying the broken lantern.

"Oh, Professors. I found this, in the Restricted Section. It's still hot. That means there's a student out of bed." They all dart off to find me but I've already turned to run. By luck I find an empty looking classroom with the words 'Erised' above the door. It was still a place to hide. The door opens and closes behind me. Safe for the time being, I take the cloak off and breath shakily.

"That was close." I tell myself as I focus on calming down while looking around the room. I notice that on the other side of the room, there is a vast, empty space that has a large mirror in the center. "How interesting." As I walk over to the mirror, I notice two figures begin to appear in as I come closer. I don't recognize them at first, but as I step close to the mirror, my eyes widen. "Mummy?" My voice cracks a bit as I resort to sounding like a little kid. The woman, whom I notice I share the same hair color and skin tone with, nods and smiles. I can practically feel my heart breaking as I smile sadly back at her and look over to the man who resembles Harry except his eyes. He has mum's eyes and I appear to have dad's. "Daddy?" He nods and smiles. I take in a sharp and shaky breath as I reach out to touch them with a shaky hand, but only end up touching the mirror. My smile falls as I frown. My mother frowns sadly for me and puts her hand on his shoulder. I'm startled to actually feel the weight of her hand there. Reaching up to my shoulder, trying to desperately to feel her own hand come into contact with mine, I settle for the fact that she smiles at me as my reflection meets her hand. I know then that she can feel me. I can no longer keep it in. I collapsed to my knees sobbing loudly. My whole body shaking. And the tears only come harder as I feel the weight of my mother's arms wrap around me. "I miss you." I sob and wrap my arms around myself. Wanting so badly to feel the contact of skin meeting skin or clothes. I want to hear her voice tell me it's gonna be okay.

I wanted my parents more than ever in that moment.

[Normal Point of View]

After spending nearly an hour of crying and talking to her parents, though to anyone who could have been watching it would have seemed as if she was speaking to thin air, Lellian tells them she is going to get Harry and Ron and that she promises to return quickly. Her parents gave her a smile and Lellian nearly started crying again as she felt the effect of her mother's kiss to her forehead and her hands on her cheeks.

Without warning, the door to the boy's room bursts open as Lellian comes running. Throwing off the cloak and dropping it to the floor as she runs over to Harry. "Harry! Ron! You've really got to see this!" Lellian all but yelled as she ran to each of them and shook their shoulders. Hedwig, who had screeched startled by the bang from the door getting thrown open, had woken Harry enough to register her shake. "Ron! Ron! You've got to see this!" She said quickly as she pulls back his covers. Instantly waking Ron up. Though in the back of her mind, she was sure she had also woken the other Weasley boys up, but she hadn't noticed or cared if she did. "Ron, Ron, come on. Get out of bed!"

"Why?" He asks drowsily.

"Lellian what is going on?" Harry asked as he rubbed his eyes and put on his glasses.

"There's something you've got to see. Both of you! Now, come on!" She grabs their hands and scoops up the cloak. Throwing it over the three of them of them as they leave the tower.

It was slow going back to the room with the mirror. And more than once, Lellian had to shush them from making any sort of noise. When she found the room, she waited till they had closed the door to drop the cloak from over them and runs back to the mirror with the biggest smile they had seen. "Come on. Come. Come look, it's my parents!" She said practically jumping with joy. Not even noticing Harry staring in shock, knowing that somehow the two were seeing the same thing. And more importantly, Harry was starting to wonder why Lellian looked a lot like the older woman in the mirror.

"I only see me." Ron said. Breaking Harry's slight trance and making Lellian become still for a moment as she looked to him.

"Look in properly. Go on. Stand there." She said as she moved aside and dragged Ron to stand where she was standing. Nearly giggling at his shocked expression, she looks back to the mirror. "There. You see them, don't you? Thats my dad-"

"That's me!" Her excitement falters as she listens to Ron. "Only, I'm head boy...and I'm holding the Quidditch cup! And bloody hell, I'm Quidditch Captain too! I look good." Lellian had to resist the urge to roll her eyes as he turns to the two. "Do you think this mirror shows the future?"

"How can it?" Harry asks as he and Lellian both say, "Both my parents are dead." Ron looks between the two as they stand there in shock for a moment before Lellian simply gives them a sad smile and puts her focus on the mirror. Ending their discussion there and making it obvious that if she was asked just now about that statement, she wouldn't be answering them.

That night at dinner in the Great Hall, Harry, dressed in his navy blue Weasley sweater that had a golden H on it and in jeans plus sneakers, sat with Lellian, who wore winter boots, leggings and her pink Weasley sweater with the letter L on it, away from everyone else. Neither had said a word to each other since earlier that morning before they went to see the mirror together. From the table where he sat with his brothers and a few other students, Ron looked back to them with worry. He was so use to Lellian being bubbly and alive. So when the two fell into a depressing state since the mirror, he knew something was up. "Do you like yours, Ron?" One of his brothers asked. He didn't seem to hear him as he poked at his food and looked over to the two lone Gryffindors. "Ron?"

"Ron?"

"I'll be right back." He said as Percy looked at him. Watching him leave over to the other two, who he also looked at with worry. Even the twins were worried about them. Just the day before the two had been running around in the courtyard throwing snowballs at each other till the both of them had to be dragged in soaking wet by Percy, who had all but ordered them to go inside before they caught their death with the weather and soaked clothes.

As Ron approached the table, he went over a few ways to hopefully distract them or take their minds off the mirror to come and eat with the rest of them. "Wanna play Chess?" He asked Harry from behind the two. Harry shook his head and kept his eyes locked to the roaring fire in the Great Hall's hearth.

"No."

"You wanna go see Hagrid?" Lellian shook her head.

"No." Ron frowned and sighed as he placed his hands on the table and leaned towards them. Keeping the conversation strictly between the three of them.

"I know what you two are thinking. Don't. I'm telling you, something isn't right about that mirror." He warned. Lellian and Harry said nothing and merely nodded their head. Reassured that his friends weren't going to go looking for that mirror, Ron returned to sit with his brothers and finish his meal. Leaving the two alone.

"We're going again, aren't we?" Lellian asked. Harry only nods in response to her.

It was another late night of Harry and Lellian sitting in front of the mirror. Both were lost in their thoughts and they stared at their parents in the mirror. Neither of them noticed Dumbledore appearing behind them. "Back again, you two?" Gasping startled, Harry and Lellian turn and quickly stand up. Looking at each other with the fear that they were in trouble before looking to Dumbledore who looked at them completely calm. "I see that you two, like so many before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised. I trust by now you both realize what it does." They look to each other again and before looking back to Dumbledore. Unsure of their answer. "Let me give you a clue. The happiest man on earth would look into the mirror and see only himself, exactly as he is."

"So, then it shows us what we want?" Harry asked carefully.

"Whatever we want?" Lellian asked a little quietly.

"Yes...and no. It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desires of our hearts. Now you two, who have never known your family, you see them standing beside you. But remember this, Harry, Lellian. This mirror gives us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away in front of it, even gone mad. That is why tomorrow it will be moved to a new home, and I must ask you not to go looking for it again. It does not do to dwell on dreams, you two, and forget to live." Looking back to the mirror sadly, knowing this would be the last time either of them see their faces again, they look back to Dumbledore and nod their heads sadly. Promising that they wouldn't seek the mirror out after tonight.