Chapter 16: The Mirror of Erised

I spun around in my new Invisibility Cloak and wondered. Who sent them? Where did they get them? Why did they get it for me and Harry?

"Sis," Harry said suddenly holding out a piece of parchment to me "there's a note with them. It came out of my hood."

I took the piece of parchment and was awed by the thin slanting writing that was bared on it.

Your parents left these in my possession before they died. It's about time they were returned to you. Use them well.

A very Merry Christmas to you both.

I stared at the note with disbelief. These were my mother and father's Invisibility Cloaks, that's why they felt familiar.

"Harls!" Harry shouted suddenly, removing the Cloak and looking at it. "There's a label on mine. This one was Dad's!"

looked at Harry's and sure enough, the label read J.P. for James Potter. I took off my Cloak and looked around it. I found my mother's initials embroidered in the tag of it L.P. Lily Potter.

My mother's Cloak. I had my mother's Cloak. And Harry had our Father's Cloak.

"Wow…" I said, in awe of the fact that I finally had a trace of my parents after eleven years.

That night, after I had put my presents in my dorm, I was spending a lot of time reading over the copy of Hogwarts: A History Hermione loaned me. I couldn't find a single thing on a possible argument over a lover between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Then it hit me. There was a section in the library, the Restricted Section, that only students studying advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts could go into, even then with a special note signed by a teacher. Maybe…if I was lucky, there was something not only on why Slytherin left the school, but also maybe something on this Flamel Harry Ron and Hermione were always talking about. There was just one problem. It was past curfew. And I nearly got busted the last time I tried to sneak out of my dorm. Then, I looked at my Invisibility Cloak. If I couldn't be seen, then I wouldn't get in trouble. grabbed my Cloak and put it on. I ran down into the stairs, making for Percy's dorm to wake him up.

Then I remembered that this Cloak was my mother's. And I felt that this time, the first time, I just had to use it alone.

I slipped out of the tower unseen by no one and broke for the library. Madam Pince must have forgotten to close it this time, seeing as the door was ajar, and there was a lantern…floating in midair?

Then I smirked. It's Harry! I had forgotten he had his own Cloak. I snuck up on him and grabbed what I sincerely hoped was his shoulder.

"AH!" Harry yelled, spinning around.

"Hi, Harry." I whispered, pulling down my hood.

"Holy crap, Harls. You scared me." Harry said, smacking me lightly. "I thought you were a teacher…or worse…Snape."

"Oh, Harry, come on!" I said walking around him and heading for the shelf "Snape isn't so bad."

"Easy for you to say." Harry said, taking a book out "You're his favourite girl student. Aside from the Slytherins, you're his favourite!"

"That's true too. You looking for Flamel?" I asked, following suite and taking the first book I saw with Hogwarts in the title.

"Yeah, why, you helping us?" Harry asked, opening the book.

I was about to answer when the book started to scream! Harry grabbed the book from my hand, rammed it back onto the shelf grabbed my arm and ran.

We left the library just in time. I heard footsteps entering it just as Harry and I turned the corridor.

"There must be a student out of bed! And they were using the library!" Filch wheezed.

"Well then." Professor Snape said "we must find that student."

Snape and Filch started to walk towards where Harry and I were standing. Harry pulled open the first door he found and pushed me inside.

It seemed to be an abandoned classroom. It looked as if nobody had set foot in it in years.

Sitting in the middle of the classroom was a large mirror. I cocked an eyebrow in confusion. Why would a classroom need a mirror? I thought as I heard footsteps moving away from me.

"H-Harry?" I called out "Where are you?"

"At the mirror!" Harry called out, excited "Come here!"

I walked towards the mirror, a look of confusion on my face, and a sense that Harry has now officially gone mental! I pulled off my Cloak and set it aside, standing next to Harry. My eyes widened when I saw what was looking back at me. There was me and Harry, standing together, just as we were on the other side of the glass. But there were two other people standing over us. One was a man who looked an awful lot like Harry. He was lean, speckled and around the same complexion. With the same hair colour as Harry and I…raven black. On his other side was a woman who looked a lot like me, minus the fact she was a redhead. She had the same shape and colour of Harry's eyes. She was pale, and around as thin as I was, but I would say that I was thinner.

I looked at Harry, and Harry looked at me.

"Mum?" we said together, looking back at the frame "Dad?"

The people nodded. I smiled a little. I was seeing my parents for the first time since I was four. I looked to Harry. It was about time I used that Telepathy Dumbledore told me about.

We should tell Ron and Crystal about this! I thought.

Mum chuckled. She must have had a feeling I was going to use my power.

Harry looked back at me.

Yeah. I want them to meet Mum and Dad!

I smirked, then turned to Mum and Dad.

"We'll be back."

After Harry and I dragged Ron and Crystal out of bed and back to the classroom we ripped off our Cloaks and showed them what we saw. Well…we tried.

"Can you see them?" I asked pointing to the mirror.

Ron and Crystal looked at each other "Who?"

"My parents!" Harry and I said together "Can you see them?"

"I only see you, Harls." Ivy said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Maybe you need to be where I am. Here." I said, grabbing Crystal and pushing her into the mirror. "Do you see now?"

Crystal shook her head "No…but I do see, me with my Mum!"

Ron looked awestruck "No way! I want to see your Mum!" he said, pushing Crystal out of the way.

Harry and I were crestfallen. We had really wanted them to see our parents.

Ron's excitement picked up "I don't see anyone's parents, but I see myself as Head Boy! And Quidditch Captain. I-I'm like my brothers!"

The next few nights I would meet up with Harry to go to the mirror and see Mum and Dad. This was the one thing I wouldn't tell Percy. Like he'd believe that I was going out in the middle of the night to an abandoned classroom to see my long dead parents in a mirror? He'd think I went mental!

The third night was the night Harry and I got busted. And not by just anyone…we got busted by Professor Dumbledore!

"So," he said softly "I see you two have found the wonder that is the Mirror of Erised."

Then he explained the Mirror to us. He said that the Mirror is the window to someone's deepest desire. That it showed someone what they wanted the most. Which would explain why Crystal saw her Mum. And Ron saw himself being praised as Head Boy and Quidditch captain.

I stole a glance in the mirror as Dumbledore talked. And this time, I didn't see Mum and Dad.

I saw Percy. He winked at me with that almighty smirk on his face and motioned for me to listen to what the Headmaster had to say.

Dumbledore also explained that we weren't to go look for the Mirror again. It was going to be moved tomorrow night.

"Sir?" Harry asked finally "What do you see when you look in the Mirror?"

Dumbledore smiled "I, my dear boy, I see myself holding a pair of socks. Sadly I didn't get any this year, everyone insisted on giving me books."

Harry and I looked at each other as we were sent back to bed.

"Harry, do you think that Professor Dumbledore was telling the truth?" I asked, as we made our way back to the tower.

"Honestly Harley? I don't. Night." Harry said, heading back towards his dorms.

I couldn't get the image I saw when I looked in the mirror alone out of my mind. I bit my lip.

Harls, you're losing it! I told myself There is no way that you saw Percy in the Mirror!

I smiled to myself as I walked back up to my dorm. There was no way I could desire Percy Weasley…I knew there wasn't a way. He was my friend…and nothing more than that!

But then again…could I be wrong?