Chapter 21 is now here. Okay I believe I have some explaining to do on this chapter. Harmony and Harry can look into the mirror and see the same thing because they want the same thing and they are twins, so yeah that's how that works. There's about four more chapters to go so bear with me. I may add a couple of filler chapters depending on what I think is best so yeah. Read, Review, but most of all enjoy!

The Night Visits to a Mirror

Harmony was reminded strongly of home as she ate Christmas dinner. Everything was fantastic. Harmony loved the party favors; she didn't think she'd be able to hold respect for Muggle ones again. Harmony watched amazed as Harry pulled a wizard cracker with Fred and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice. Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet, and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him.

All in all when Harmony left the table laden down with a stack of things out of the crackers, she was very satisfied with the way things had turned out. This was a wonderful Christmas.

Harry, Harmony and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they returned to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Harry broke in his new chess set that he had gotten out of one of the wizard crackers, by losing spectacularly to Ron. While Harmony sat quietly watching in an armchair reading her new book that she had gotten from her mother.

After a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone felt to full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and George all over Gryffindor Tower because they'd stolen his prefect badge.

Harmony had had a lovely Christmas. Something had been nagging her all day. Not until she was warm in bed was she free to think about them: The music box and the Invisibility Cloak and whoever had sent them.

Harmony leaned down and grabbed the music box out of the drawer in the nightstand. She knew it was from the same person that had sent the Cloak. She'd checked the note earlier that day. Who had sent them?

She traced the letters of her name on the music box. It was hers . . . it had been hers all along. Every since her birth, her name had been on this box. The people she loved and knew so long ago had given it to her, and she would remember that, she would look for the unnamed voices. She would find them if it took her the rest of eternity.

She heard Harry slip out of the bed next to her and she wondered what he was doing.

"What are you doing?" She asked sitting up.

"With the Cloak the whole castle is open to us. No one will have to know where we go or what we do." He answered.

"Alright. You will let me come with you right? I mean after all I would say this is probably more your present than mine." Harmony said.

"It's both of ours. It said so on the note so of course you're coming." Harry answered.

Harmony slipped the music box back in place and they pulled on the Cloak. They crept out of the dormitory, down the stairs, across the common room, and climbed through the portrait hole.

"Who's there?" squawked the Fat Lady. Harmony and Harry said nothing. They just walked quickly down the corridor.

"Where should we go?" Harry asked.

Harmony thought for a minute and then she remembered something important.

"The Restricted Section. We need to find Flamel." Harmony said.

"Okay then Restricted Section it is." Harry answered.

They drew the Cloak tight around them as they walked.

The library was pitch-black and very eerie. Harry lit a lamp so they could see their way along the rows of books. The lamp looked as if it was floating along in midair, and even thought Harmony knew Harry was holding it, the sight gave her the creeps.

The Restricted Section was right at the back of the library. Stepping carefully over the rope that separated those books from the rest of the library, Harmony watched Harry hold the lamp up to read the titles of the books that were close to them.

The titles didn't tell the twins much. Their peeling faded gold letters spelled words in languages Harmony couldn't understand. Some had no title at all. One book had a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. The hair on the back of Harmony's neck prickled. Maybe she was imagining it, maybe not, but she thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn't be.

"Well what now?" Harmony asked.

"We have to start somewhere, so now we search." Harry answered.

Harry set the lamp down carefully on the floor, he looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting looking book, while Harmony looked on the shelf that was at eye level.

Harmony scanned the spines of the books for anything that might have to do with Flamel. She had just found one that looked as if it could be useful when a piercing, bloodcurdling shriek split the silence. Harmony looked down to see Harry holding a book—and the book was screaming! Harry snapped it shut, but the shriek went on and on, one high, unbroken earsplitting note. Harmony watched in horror as Harry stumbled backward and knocked over the lamp, which went out at once. Panicking, Harmony could hear footsteps coming down the corridor outside, she began grouping in the dark for her brother. Harry found her first and they ran for it. They passed Filch in the doorway; Filch's pale, wild eyes looked straight through them, and they slipped under Filch's outstretched arm and streaked off up the corridor, the book's shrieks still ringing in Harmony's ears.

Harry, who was in front, came to a sudden halt in front of a tall suit of armor.

"Why did you stop?" Harmony asked in an almost inaudible whisper.

"I don't know where we are." Harry answered her.

"Well you're supposed to. You're the one leading." Harmony said her voice rising a little in fear.

"Well we'll just have to---" Harry cut off there for there was another voice that was much louder than either of the twins would have dared spoken.

"You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody's been in the library – Restricted Section."

Harmony felt hot at once. Wherever they were, Filch must know a shortcut, because his soft, greasy voice was getting nearer, and to the twin's horror, it was Snape who replied, "The Restricted Section? Well, they can't be far, we'll catch them."

Harmony and Harry stood rooted to the spot as Filch and Snape came around the corner ahead. They couldn't see the twins, of course, but it was a narrow corridor and if they came much nearer they'd knock right into the twins – the Cloak didn't stop them from being solid.

Harry backed away and pulled Harmony with him. They were both being as quiet as they could. A door stood ajar to their left. It was their only hope. Harry squeezed through it pulling Harmony with him. The twins sighed with relief as Filch and Snape walked past without noticing anything. That had been close, very close. It was a few seconds before the twins noticed anything about the room they had hidden in.

It looked like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs were piled against the walls, and there was an upturned wastepaper basket – but propped against the wall facing then was something that didn't look as if it belonged there, something that looked as if someone had just put it there to keep it out of the way.

It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top in a language that Harmony had never seen before, ever.

Harmony's panic was fading and now seemed stupid to her. Harry stepped nearer to the mirror and looked into it.

Harmony watched Harry clap his hand to his mouth. He looked stunned at something. He turned and looked around the room as if looking for something. Then Harry looked back at the mirror.

"Harmony, come here." Harry said still looking into the mirror.

"What?" Harmony asked standing to the side of her brother.

"Don't you see them?" Harry asked.

"See who?" Harmony looked at her brother curiously.

"Here," Harry said and pulled Harmony in front of him.

Harmony looked into the mirror. There was a crowd of people standing right beside her and her brother. She looked around the room wildly. There was no one in the room, but her brother and herself. Then she turned back to the mirror and the people were still there. Were they invisible as Harry and her were? Did the mirror have some power to reveal invisible people?

Harmony noticed a woman standing on the left behind Harry and her. She was smiling at them and waving. Harmony reached out a hand to where the woman would be and felt another hand. She turned to look and then she realized that it had been her brother's hand. They both drew back, if the woman was really there they would have touched her, but they only had touched each other. The people only existed in the mirror.

The woman was pretty and looked stunningly like Harmony with the exception of her hair and her eyes. She had dark red hair and her eyes – they matched Harry's. Bright green--- exactly the same shape, but then Harmony noticed that the woman was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He looked just like Harry except the eyes were different. The eyes of the man matched Harmony's own eyes exactly. He wore glasses, and his hair was untidy. It stuck up in the back, just as Harry's did.

"Harry, who are they?" Harmony asked.

"I think they're our parents." Harry answered.

"Mum?" Harry tried.

"Dad?" Harmony joined.

They just looked at the twins, smiling. And slowly, Harmony looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and saw other pairs of hazel eyes like hers and pairs of green, other noses like hers and others like Harry's, there was even a woman who looked as skinny as Harmony must be and a man that looked as if he had Harry's knees—Harmony and her brother were looking at their family, for the first time in both their lives.

The Potters smiled and waved at Harmony and Harry as they started hungrily back at them, both pairs of hands pressed flat against the glass as though they were hoping to fall right through it and reach the others. Harmony had a new ache inside her, half joy, and half terrible sadness. It was the same kind of pain with which Harmony missed home, but this pain was much worse.

How long Harmony and Harry stood there, they didn't know. The reflections did not fade and they looked and looked until a distant noise brought them back to their senses. They couldn't stay there; they had to find their way back to bed. The twins tore their eyes away from their family, whispered, "We'll come back," and hurried from the room.

"You could have woken me up," said Ron, crossly.

"You can come tonight, we're going back, we want to show you the mirror." Harry told him.

"I'd like to see your mum and dad," Ron said eagerly.

"And I think we both want to see all your family, all the Weasleys, you'll be able to show us your other brothers and everyone." Harmony said.

"You can see them any old time," said Ron. "Just come round by house this summer. Anyway, maybe it only shows dead people. Shame about not finding Flamel, though. Have some bacon or something, why aren't you eating anything?"

The twins couldn't eat. They had seen their parents and would be seeing them again tonight. They had almost forgotten about Flamel. It didn't seem very important anymore. Who cared what the three-headed dog was guarding? What did it matter if Snape stole it, really?

"Are you two all right?" said Ron. "You both look odd."

What Harmony feared most was that they might not be able to find the mirror room again. With Ron covered in the Cloak, too, they had to walk much more slowly the next night. They tried retracing the twin's route from the library, wandering around the dark passageways for nearly an hour.

"I'm freezing," said Ron. "Let's forget it and go back."

"No!" The twins hissed in unison.

"It's here somewhere." Harry said.

They passed the ghost of a tall witch gliding in the opposite direction, but saw no one else. Just as Ron started moaning that his feet were dead with cold, Harmony spotted the suit of armor.

"It's here—just here—yes!"

They pushed the door open, Harry and Harmony dropped the Cloak from around their shoulders and ran to the mirror.

There they were. Their mother and father beamed at the sight of the twins.

"See?" Harry whispered.

"I can't see anything."

"Harry maybe he needs to be standing in front of it like we are." Harmony suggested.

The twins stepped aside, but with Ron in front of the mirror, they couldn't see their family anymore, just Ron in his paisley pajamas.

Ron, though, was staring transfixed at his image.

"Look at me!" he said.

"Can you see all your family standing around you?"

"No—I'm alone—but I'm different—I look older—and I'm Head Boy!"

"What?"

"I am--- I'm wearing the badge like Bill used to—and I'm holding the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup – I'm Quidditch captain too!"

Ron tore his eyes away from this splendid sight to look excitedly at Harry and Harmony.

"Do you think this mirror shows the future?"

"How can it? All of our family are dead—let us have another look—" Harmony said.

"You had it to yourselves all last night, give me a bit more time."

"You're only holding the Quidditch Cup, what's interesting about that? We want to see out parents." Harry said.

"Don't push me—"

A sudden noise outside in the corridor put an end to their discussion. They hadn't realized how loudly they had been talking.

"Quick!"

Ron threw the Cloak back over them as the luminous eyes of Mrs. Norris came round the door. Ron, Harry, and Harmony stood quite still. Did the Cloak work on cats? After what seemed like an age, she turned and left.

"This isn't safe—she might have gone for Filch, I bet she heard us. Come on."

And Ron pulled Harry who pulled Harmony out of the room.

The snow still hadn't melted the next morning.

"Want to play chess, Harry?" Harmony heard Ron ask.

"No." Harry answered.

"Harmony will you play?" Ron asked her.

"Not in the mood and besides I'm reading." Harmony answered.

"You've been on the same page for hours." Ron said. "Why don't we go down and visit Hagrid?"

"No. . . you go. . ." Harry said and Harmony nodded her head.

"I know what you're thinking about, that mirror. Don't go back tonight."

"Why not?" The twins asked together.

"I dunno, I've just got a bad feeling about it --- and anyway, you've had too many close shaves already. Filch, Snape, and Mrs. Norris are wandering around. So what if they can't see you? What if they walk into you? What if you knock something over?"

"You sound like Hermione." Harry said.

"I'm serious, just don't go."

But Harmony and Harry had one thought in their heads, which was to back in front of mirror, and Ron wasn't going to stop them.

That third night they found their way more quickly than before. They were walking so fast they knew they were making more noise than was wise, but they didn't meet anyone.

And there were their mother and father smiling at them again, and one of their grandfathers nodding happily. Harry sank down to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. Harmony sat between his legs and leaned back on him with her head resting against his chest. There was nothing to stop them from staying there all night with their family. Nothing at all.

Except—

"So—back again?"

Harmony felt as though her insides had turned to ice. She sat up and looked behind them. Sitting on one of the desks by the wall was none other than Albus Dumbledore. Harmony and Harry must have walked straight past him, so desperate to get to the mirror they hadn't noticed him.

"We—we didn't see you, sir." Harmony said.

"Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you," said Dumbledore, and Harmony was relieved to see that he was smiling.

"So," said Dumbledore, slipping off the desk to sit on the floor with Harry and Harmony, "you, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised."

"So that's what it's called." Harmony said quietly.

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

"It—well---shows us our family—" Harry put in as Harmony contemplated the question.

"And it showed your friend Ron himself as Head Boy."

"How did you know--?" Asked Harmony coming out of her thoughts due to shock.

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

Harry and Harmony shock their heads.

"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?"

Harmony thought about it. Then she answered slowly, "It shows us what we want . . . whatever we want . . ."

"Yes and no," said Dumbledore quietly. "It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You Harry, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. Harmony, you have never felt as if you belonged in your foster family, as if you were out of place, see the same. Ronald Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or 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.

"The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow 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?"

Harry stood up and then helped his sister to her feet.

"Sir—Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?" Harmony said a question forming in her mind.

"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?" Harmony asked.

"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks."

The twins stared.

"One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."

It was only when they got back in bed that it struck the twins that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful.

"Harry, what do you think Dumbledore really sees?" Harmony asked knowing Harry was awake.

"I don't know. But you have to admit it was a pretty personal question. He wasn't obligated to answer truthfully." Harry answered.

"Right," Harmony said and rolled over.

She kept imagining what Dumbledore must really see, but nothing that she imagined seemed right. She eventually went to remembering what she had seen in the mirror. She couldn't help but cry a little knowing that she'd never see any of them again. So that night Harmony Dawne Potter fell to sleep with tears rolling down her lightly rosy cheeks and onto her pillow.