In this chapter, we will be re-introduced to Esme and Hestia Rowle II, two of the Rowle triplets, Thorfinn Rowle JR's siblings. I changed the two girls' names though (They're still technically Hestia and Esme but they just had their names changed when they were kidnapped like Draco, Cyamus and Rosalind) Esme is Nicky and Hestia is Etta.

I've created the casting for everyone! Just lemme know if you wanna know some of them and who :)

Thank you so much for the love on the last chapter, it's greatly appreciated!

Chapter Nine, Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Professor McGonagall went on and on about the importance of Transfiguration.

Nicky sighed. She didn't like Transfiguration. She didn't understand it. She wasn't good at it either.

Although it wasn't all that bad. It was Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws, after all. There were usually never any questions unanswered so that meant that McGonagall rarely ever called on people.

Nicky was in her second year. She still hadn't been able to figure out how she passed the Transfiguration exam in first year. Her snuff box had whiskers and all.

The same couldn't be said for Nicky's twin sister, Etta Sallow.

Etta was and always had been the star pupil. Nicky was surprised when she was sorted into Hufflepuff instead of Ravenclaw. And perhaps that would have been handier, that way Etta could have given Nicky Transfiguration homework answers. But no, Hufflepuffs had Transfiguration with the Slytherins and Gryffindors- including Nicky- had Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws. That's just the way it was.

At least Etta's in my herbology.

Herbology and Transfiguration were the only subjects that Nicky couldn't really understand. She preferred Potions and Charms much more.

"Do you understand a word of what she's saying?" Clara Selwyn asked.

"Haven't a clue," Nicky replied glumly. She was glad this class wasn't a double.

"Are you gonna ask Hooch about Quidditch? You were really good last year. I think I might, it'll be fun. Plus, Dad's been pushing me to do it the entire Summer. I've played a bit against my little brother, Jeez, for an eight-year-old Christopher sure is good." Clara whispered to her, making sure McGonagall wouldn't hear.

"Hm... I might, I don't think I'm as good as you say, though. I think you're bluffing."

Clara scoffed quietly. McGonagall turned around with an eyebrow raised. She looked at everyone in the class with disapproval, then turned back around to the blackboard.

"What are you talking about? In the practice matches, you were unbeatable, I'm surprised that you weren't asked to join the team then and there!"

Nicky blushed and looked up at her best friend and smiled. Clara was brutally honest, it wasn't in her nature to bluff and to tell lies just to make people feel better about themselves. That was one of the many great things about her, you always knew she was telling the truth, especially when she was so enthusiastic about it.

"What's Eliza like at Quidditch? Is she good?"

"I mean she can play alright I guess, she's not as good as Chris or I. She didn't inherit as much of the gene. But she can play better than Estelle, but that's not hard I guess." The two Gryffindors stifled a laugh.

"Are you gonna go to Madam Hooch, Clar? It would be fun if we were both on the team!"

"You know what, I will. But only if you do!"

"Oh alright then, what position?"

Clara thought for a second. "Charlie Weasley was seeker last year and he left, I think I'd be good at it, maybe. You?"

"I'd say maybe a keeper."

Clara looked surprised.

"What?"

"Listen, I don't mean to sound rude but I really don't think that's the position for you, we're in second year and keepers usually have to be a bit older and taller," Clara replied. McGonagall was still writing.

"Perhaps... a beater?"

Clara nodded. "That could work,"

Next was a break, the two had decided that they would ask Madam Hooch at lunch as they would have more time.

"Cho!" Clara called out to a second-year Ravenclaw with who they shared Transfiguration. Cho was walking to the Great Hall with two other second-year Ravenclaws.

"Oh hi, Clara, are you alright?" Cho asked. In first year many of the students who were from 'blood traitor families' like Cho had been afraid to talk to Clara. The same went for half-bloods and muggle-borns. But Clara wasn't like the average child of a pure-blood supremacist. Clara was fair. This came as a relief to Muggle-Born Nicky Sallow who used to have trouble making friends.

"Yes, I am. I was just wondering what happened to those two Ravenclaw first years. Walsh's sister and one of the Naylors. Are they alright?" Nicky furrowed her eyebrows. She wondered why Clara was interested. Two first years had a cold or the flu, what was the big deal?

Cho nodded. "Adhara Ives and Falco Naylor. They got back during the night. They seem to be doing alright. Although I heard a first-year Gryffindor had to go to the Hospital wing this morning." Cho stated. "It seems like the first years are dropping like flies," Cho laughed. So did Nicky and the two of Cho's friends. But Clara didn't laugh.

Clara just cleared her throat. "Do you know who?"

"Erm... I think his second name began with a W... what was It again Marietta?"

"I think Willis."

"Wills! That's it. I'm sure he's alright. There must just be something going around."

Clara's face stayed serious. "Thanks, Cho."

Clara dragged Nicky off with her.

"What was that all about, Clar?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it, Nick."

Adhara couldn't help but curse her luck. First, she gets sick. Then Fal bloody goes off with Rein, Dray and Ally. Then there's all that bullwack about writing on some wall. And now Cy is sick just as she and Fal had been less than twenty-four hours ago.

Once again, the number of visitors allowed was limited.

Adhara had been coming back from DADA- which Professor Lupin still hadn't shown up to with Pansy, Ron, Hermione, Falco, Padma and Maria when all of a sudden Boyet and Harry had come rushing down the hall shouting that Cy had been taken to the hospital wing. It was a good thing that it was a break.

Falco had insisted that it had had something to do with the writing on the wall. But Hermione and Adhara weren't even sure if there was writing on a wall. They had thought that Falco was just sleep-deprived. They hadn't seen any of the other three Slytherins to back up what Fal had seen.

"Heya, You're back," Came a voice behind Adhara. It was Walsh. "How are you feeling?"

Adhara smiled weakly. "I'm ok, thanks. How were your classes?"

"Ye, they were ok. Transfiguration was fine, just going over the stuff that some people got wrong in the exam. But History of magic... ughhh" Adhara laughed.

"Let me guess... Ogor wars?"

"Oh Hell yeah. I swear every year! Did you have History of Magic yet?"

"I was supposed to have it yesterday, but, you know..." Adhara replied. "I have it after the break though... Speaking of, I better get going, I have to be in class in five minutes. The other two already went!"

Perseus Parkinson had been the Head of the Department of Education for over a year now.

Every year the department received all the names of the students that attended Hogwarts that year and what year and the house they were in.

It had been the same this year, but oh so different for Perseus.

He looked over the file that he had been looking over again and again for the past fifteen minutes.

Name: Pansy Lillia Rowe

Age: Eleven Years Old

Date of Birth: July 6th, 1980.

Nationality: English

Place of Birth: West View Hospital, Tenderden, Kent, United Kingdom.

Address: 31 Campers Cross, Tenderden, Kent.

House of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Hufflepuff House

Wand registered under Pupil:

Wood: Elm

Core: Unicorn Hair

Length: Ten Inches

Name of Mother: Daneille Mary Rowe (Formerly Lister)

Name of Father: Liam John David Rowe

Sibling(s): Nora Leslie Rowe

Occupation: First Year Student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

A small picture was attached to the file. The resemblance was uncanny to Perseus' darling Marissa. It had to be his Pansy, his flower. If the resemblance to his wife wasn't enough then the many, many similarities on paper must be. The main being the name, then being the birthday and age. It was overruling. This had to be his Pansy.

Pansy hadn't been the only file that had been left on his desk, of course. It was his job to look over the files of all the first years and send them off to be put in the Ministry file room.

He had come across what seemed to be the files of many other missing children.

He had come across a few the year prior.

There were the three missing Lestrange's, The two Malfoy twins that now looked nothing alike, two of the Carrow children, Alvara Selwyn, Cyamus Fawley and two of the Rowle triplets.

Perseus was considering breaking the rules and bringing the files to their parents.

"Excuse me, Mr Parkinson. I have been asked to tell you that there are people who are waiting outside to see you," Perseus's secretary told him as she peeked her head through the door.

"And who would these people be, Ms Snyde?"

Ms Snyde smiled. "Your wife and children, sir,"

Perseus returned the smile. "Let them in please, Merula. Thank you."

Merula Snyde walked off to fetch his family. Perseus put the files to one side, promising himself to show it to Marissa in just a bit when the twins weren't near.

Suddenly the door opened with a jolt and two seven-year-olds scrambled through, the two were trying to push past each other to get through first.

"Papa!" Leopold Parkinson screeched as he jumped up on his father's lap.

"Daddy!" Nevaeh Parkinson squealed as she, too, hopped up on her fathers' lap.

Marissa Parkinson was standing, grinning at the door as she watched her two youngest children cuddle into their father. The couple had never really recovered from the kidnapping that had taken Pansy and Claus, they were both still grieving years later.

Perseus lifted his head as if to greet Marissa. "Darling, why don't you come on in and close the door. Vaeh, Leo, why don't you two go with Ms Snyde and find Uncle Roddy?"

Rodolphus had been very good with each of the children, Cassandra Nott and Neveah in particular. Perseus and Marissa knew the reasoning behind this.

Rodolphus was always more than happy to have the children in his office, Marissa and Perseus needed a break every now and again.

The twins both nodded happily and Ms Snyde came in and walked the children off to the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

"What's wrong, Percy?" Marissa asked her husband as she crossed her arms.

"What?"

"I know when there's something wrong, you always send the kids off when you want to talk about something important. You'd wait until their bedtime otherwise. Now, Love, what's wrong?"

Perseus shook his head and grinned. "Issa, It's not bad,"

Marissa furrowed her eyebrows. "You... want another baby?"

"No! I mean, maybe in another year or two... but that's not what this is about!" Perseus was now walking over to his desk to grab the file. He didn't know how Marissa would react to this. He knew that she would be happy, of course, but would there be tears involved?

"Oh?" Marissa watched as her husband looked around his desk.

"Have you seriously not a clue what I'm about to tell you?"

In truth, Marissa had a feeling she knew what it was, she just didn't want to get her hopes up. She had done so before.

"No."

Perseus picked up the file and handed it to his wife. He sat down in his spinny chair and folded his hands on his lap, watching his wife's eyes roam the page.

Marissa looked up at her husband. "Does this mean..."

"It means that it's getting close."

Dumbledore didn't understand how he had been so foolish. How could he have not known that some of these children would get sick from the lack of magical energy?

He had thought that his plan was flawless. The last thing he needed was for more people to get suspicious. He needed to do something quickly.

The Fawley boy had fallen ill also. One of only two Gryffindors out of the large group of children.

Dumbledore had been disappointed by the outcomes of the rest of the children's sortings. There had been three Slytherins! He didn't mind the Hufflepuffs, he didn't necessarily mind the Ravenclaws either. He had been determined to have most- if not all-the children sorted into Gryffindor. They would have been easier to keep track of.

He had gone as far as trying to jinx the sorting hat the morning of the first of September. But it hadn't worked.

He had been mildly appalled the year prior when a Selwyn who had avoided captivity was sorted into the fine house of Godric Gryffindor. It hadn't set the right impression on the rest of the students of Hogwarts. She was a blood-purist from a blood-purist family. They belonged in Slytherin with the rest of their kind, not in the house for the courageous and chivalrous. The fact that Clara Selwyn had befriended Esme Rowle- or most commonly known as Nicky Sallow- didn't make matters better.

But perhaps it wasn't all bad. The girl had befriended half-bloods and Muggle-borns for heaven's sake, clearly, her family's teachings hadn't meant anything to her yet. He could perhaps use this to his advantage in time.

The other Pure-Blood children's sortings had gone according to plan, which Albus was thankful for. Most of the children whose true identities had been stripped away had been placed far away from those who could possibly have the knowledge of their true parentage as well as the power or the intention to tell them.

This sickness was attracting too much attention to the individuals. He needed to stop this before it got out of hand. He supposed that he would just have to talk to Madam Pomprey, again.

Bellatrix scanned the paper that had just been handed to her.

Her husband looked over her shoulder reading also while the Parkinson couple stared at the two. A child on each of their laps.

The second the file had touched Bellatrix' fingertips was the second that she and Rodolphus knew that they were taking a huge step forward.

Name: Adhara Anabel Ives

Age: Eleven Years Old

Date of Birth: June 30th, 1980.

Nationality: English

Place of Birth: Birmingham City Hospital, Birmingham, West Midlands.

Address: 6 Daisy Lane, Digbeth, Birmingham, West Midlands.

House of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Ravenclaw House

Wand registered under pupil:

Wood: Larch

Core: Dragon Heartstring

Length: Nine point five Inches

Name of Mother: Sarah Clarissa Ives (Formerly Campion)

Name of Father: Jonathan Joseph Ives

Sibling(s): Walsh Jonathan Ives

Occupation: First Year Student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

There was also a small picture attached to the bottom of the page by a paper clip. Rodolphus unclipped this and ran a finger over it. He had been angry when he discovered of Bellatrix' discovery just two months before. He was the father of the child and she didn't even think it a good idea to bring him along. He wanted to see that she was happy, healthy and most importantly, safe. He had missed his child.

Although he knew that she had a point. Surprisingly (It was surprising for only Rodolphus, anyway) Rodolphus was the emotional one in their marriage. Bellatrix knew that if she had brought Rodolphus along he could have very well allowed his feelings to cloud his judgement. He could have messed up the plan. And she couldn't have that.

The file was basically a piece of propaganda, as muggles would call it. The majority was lies. But of course, This file showed that it was coming, soon, very soon they would get their children back. And Bellatrix couldn't wait.

"That leads us to the conclusion that it was the headmaster of the wizarding school of Ilvermorny that helped turn the tide against the Gargoyles of the Strike of 1911." Professor Binns concluded his regular gloomy tone. "Any questions?"

Hermione and Ally's hands both shot up.

"None? Alright, class dismissed."

Adhara immediately got up and walked over to the Slytherin duo.

"Is what Falco saying true?" She asked Dray and Rein. The two looked exhausted.

"And what would that be?" Dray responded with a yawn.

"The... writing on the wall... Is it true?" She asked again. None of them released Ally slowly creeping up to stand in the little circle that they seemed to be forming.

"Uh-huh. It is." She replied. Reinhard jumped slightly.

Adhara looked at the two boys and back to Falco who was standing beside Hermione with a look that pretty much said 'I told you so.'

Adhara started to truly break it down. "You guys just left Mrs Norris?"

It was Draco who spoke next in a defensive tone. "We didn't really have much of a choice, did we? If we would have told somebody then they would have known that we were out after hours! They would have seen Falco and since Madam Pomphery sent the two of you off together Dumbledore would assume that you knew! We did you all a favour by not telling. And plus, it's gone, me and Rein checked this morning."

Adhara groaned.

"From what Falco has told me, it really seems as though Nott was trying to trick you." She started. "Don't you see? He told Filch that the two of you would be out after bed. That's how he knew exactly where to go. Now if Filch discovered the writing on the wall, which is likely. He'll have the two of you to blame. It looks a lot more suspicious and perhaps you guys coming forward would have helped a whole lot more."

The two boys looked at each other. Adhara had clearly put thought into this. And the majority of the points she made were correct.

"We don't even know if he did find it though, Adhara. And c'mon, if he did, don't you think the whole school would have felt his wrath by now? I haven't even seen him this morning." Reinhard replied.

Ally was staying awfully quiet.

Adhara sighed in what seemed to be defeat.

"Alright, I'm sorry. I'm just really worried. I don't want you guys to get expelled. Especially because of Theo Nott."

Dray pulled Adhara into a small sort of hug.

"Don't apologise. I can see why you're upset, but don't worry, we can handle ourselves. And it means a lot that you care this much."

In the background, the trio heard an all too familiar voice repeat a word that Adhara had heard once before.

"Watch it you filthy little mudblood!"

Pansy ran fast. She didn't know where she was. She was lost.

She was only looking for the hospital wing so that she could bring Cy some flowers. But instead, she ended up here. In a hallway that was most likely on the other side of the castle.

Great. Just great.

She managed to lose Maria on the way. Perhaps she had gotten to the hospital wing.

The hallway she was currently in was dark. Darker than the rest she had walked through during her short time at Hogwarts.

Pansy wondered if these rooms lead to a professor's office. Maybe they could tell her the way to the hospital wing. It couldn't hurt to just ask.

She stopped in front of a large, old-looking, oak door and twisted the handle gently with her right hand.

She peeked her head inside and the heavy air hit her. The room was a windowless room with little light and around four pillars. It was musty grey and cobwebs and puddles were spread throughout the room.

What caught Pansy's eye, however. Was a large mirror in the corner of the room.

Something inside of Pansy screamed at her to take a few steps forward.

Why? She didn't know. She just felt warm when she looked at it, somehow.

The next thing she knew her feet were taking her forward. Her eyes were glued to the glass of the mirror as she drew nearer. The nearer she got the more the shapes had started to form and become clearer.

Although it wasn't her reflection. Or, well... it was. But not exactly. She looked... younger. Perhaps fourish. It wasn't just her, though. There were four other people.

The young girl was holding the small hand of a little boy. Around two or three years of age. The boy had black hair unlike her own brown as well as brown eyes that matched hers perfectly.

The rest was blurry.

There were two figures that were shaped as adults and beside each, there were smaller versions that were impossible to make out.

One was shaped as a lady, tall and skinny. The other beside her, the larger of the lot, was definitely a man, his black hair could barely be made out.

There was another one, most likely a child, standing beside the lady. And then beside the man, there was another small figure.

Small Pansy and the little boy were standing in front of the group. Looking up at her.

Pansy Rowe reached her hand out but it was blocked by the smooth glass.

Who were these people?

She looked at the actual mirror. And embroidered at the bottom was writing that Pansy readout to be...

'The Mirror of Erised.'