I looked in the mirror, straining to see what Harry had told me I would see - the deepest, darkest desires of my heart. I was almost afraid to look, afraid to see what my desires were. Some nights I would wake up, frightened at the things I saw in my dreams. I would see myself cloaked in black, standing above Harry and Ron, holding my wand out at arm's length. I would see myself bowing down to a hooded figure that I could only assume was Voldemort. I could see myself growing stronger and more powerful than I had ever imagined. I saw myself on the dark side, and it scared me out of my wits.
But, of course, those weren't real…They were just dreams. Right?
I took a step closer, squinting. Several figures surrounded me, but none faced me. I reached out to touch the mirror, touching my own reflection. I noticed my eyes were darker, and there were bags under my eyes. But those hadn't been there this morning when I was brushing my hair.
Oh yes. This mirror isn't a normal mirror. I had forgotten for a moment.
Someone lay at my feet, clutching my black robes in their fists. Someone with dark hair. I shook my head, not wanting to believe it. He looked up. There was no way I could mistake those green eyes. Those beautiful green eyes that I had constantly wanted to look into my own.
I felt my breathing become shorter and faster. I looked down at my feet, expecting to see Harry there, but of course, there was no one. I looked back into the mirror and saw his lips moving, and tears streaming down his face. I strained to hear what he was saying, but all I could hear were the crickets chirping outside the castle walls.
A figure came behind me…A hooded figure. Tall. I couldn't see its face, but inside I knew who it was. A flash of green light shone, and all the figures walking around me fell. I could see their faces - Ron, Fred, George, Percy, Ginny, Seamus, Lee, Neville. All dead. All gone.
The figure lifted their hood.
Of course.
Voldemort.
The girl in the mirror laughed as she lifted her wand and pointed it at him. She pointed her wand at the man…No…The creature…That had killed her friends. She threw her head back in laughter as she shouted an incantation that tossed the feared creature to the ground.
Harry looked back up at me. I wanted to tear my eyes away from what I saw. I wanted to run away. I wanted to break the mirror, afraid that it would repeat my dark secrets. But something kept me there. Something kept my feet glued to the floor, unable to walk away.
Something kept me there to watch me kill Harry.
His tears streamed down his face as my reflection tortured him. Crucio. His unheard screams echoed in my ears. Imperio. I didn't want to watch what was next. I tore my eyes away, but I knew what my reflection had said.
Avada Kedavra.