A/N: This is my first story with chapters. I am very excited! Hehehe.. The Prolouge is a little boring and runny but it gets better! :o) The characters, places, things, names and all that other stuff belongs to J.K. Rowling. The only thing I own is the plot, and the computer that is writing this right now.. Ok, now that that's done with, on with the fic!!
It was getting very dark outside, and the Great Hall was significantly thinning out. Today had been very cold and muggy, and the evening was no exception. Everyone was shivering in their black robes in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It seemed that everyone wanted to go to a nice warm bed in these conditions, everyone except a red-haired, freckle faced boy with his bespectacled black haired friend. As the large masses of people separated off towards their common rooms, the two mischievous boys were strayed.
"Just wait until you see it! It's so cool!" the red-haired boy said. "This way... Oh yeah... the cloak, Harry."
Harry nodded, fingered around in his bag, and pulled out a silver see-through cloak. They hid behind a staircase, and slipped it on. Where two teenagers once stood, nothing remained.
They silently walked up a staircase, down many hallways and corridors until an anxious yelp signified reaching their destination. Ron reached for the doorknob and tried to turn it, but it was locked. And as if reading his mind, Harry took out his wand and said, "Alohomora." The door suddenly creaked open, and the two boys eagerly walked inside.
They reappeared again, both looking in awe at the spectacle in front of them. A large golden mirror sat in the center of the room. But not just any mirror... No, Harry would know this one anywhere, this, was the Mirror of Erised.
"What is it doing back at Hogwarts?" Harry said, as he closed the door.
"Beats me.." said Ron, "But isn't it just fantastic? What do you see, Harry?" Ron looked over to his best friend.
Harry and Ron slowly walked up closer for a better look. "I see.. Well, my parents are there, Sirius has a big badge that says 'Innocent and Free', and of course, well.. Cho Chang." Harry turned a slight shade of crimson as he said the last thing. "How about you?"
Ron scrutinized the mirror, "It's about the same image as it's always been, I'm Head Boy, Prefect, Quidditch Captain, Minister of Magic and.." Ron gulped. There was a person holding hands with him who he had never really noticed before.
"And what?" Harry asked. Ron shrugged. "Oh nothing really. It's just that this time, I don't have red hair.." Harry could see Ron was making it up, but didn't really want to say anything to make him tell if Ron didn't want to. Harry was sure if there was something private he saw in the mirror he wouldn't want to say anything, either.
"Well.. We better be getting back, Hermione's probably already noticed we're gone." Harry said, gesturing towards the door. "Yeah," said Ron, really only wanting to stay longer. He walked up closer to the mirror and watched it even more carefully. "I guess we should g- WHAT THE!?" Just as Ron put his palm on the glass, it sunk in and he was being pulled at full force into it.
"RON!" Harry yelled, dashing to pull him out. All he could catch was Ron's foot, and instead of pulling him out, he was sucked in too.
Colors were swirling around in patterns in every direction. Harry and Ron were
floating into nothingness, and for some reason couldn't say a word. A large white light started
to gradually shine and eventually surrounded them. Then, all of the sudden, it stopped.