Erised stra ehru oy
Christmas had gone off as a fairly normal affair. The most exciting had been one of Harry's gifts, an invisibility cloak that was once his father's. Jane had given it to him after the Weasleys had gone to bed on Christmas night and told him to only tell those he trusted about it and to not get into too much trouble with it at Hogwarts. Jazlyn was of course the first person he told then Ron and of course Hermione when they returned to school.
Jazlyn had convinced Harry one evening over the Holidays to use the cloak to go into her Mother's office.
"Mom definitely knows Nicolas Flamel." She had insisted. "She knows everyone. And I've looked, there are No books about him in the library! She must have removed them. She went to Dumbledore at the beginning year, remember? She definitely knows what's being hidden there."
But they had found nothing. Everything in the office was locked up tightly and they weren't allowed to use magic so they couldn't open it and no amount of passwords they could've thought of helped either.
The return to Hogwarts, on the other hand, had been a surprisingly eventful affair. It must first be noted that upon almost immediate arrival, Scabbers had been found sound asleep curled on one of the Weasley twins bed, to which of course both Ron and Percy accused the twins of having hid him in their dormitory. To which they pleaded innocent but nothing could persuade their older and younger brother otherwise.
On the very next morning following their return, Harry told Jazlyn, Ron, and Hermione about his first school excursion underneath the cloak. Where he apparently found a magic mirror that showed him his parents.
"I can't believe you used the cloak without me!" Jazlyn pouted.
"You can come with me tonight. All of you," Harry said looking at each of them.
Hermione bit her lip.
"We shouldn't be breaking the rules like that." Hermione said.
"Hermione, you're such a bore," Jazlyn rolled her eyes. "Besides, you literally just said last night that you wanted to sneak into the restricted section of the library."
Her friend huffed at her and evidently did not join them for their excursion. (Jazlyn was almost certain it was purely out of spite at that point and not on the principle of rule breaking.)
To Jazlyn's surprise it was fairly easy for three of them to hide underneath the cloak. Harry led them carefully through the corridors before coming to some unused classroom near the library. Harry threw the cloak off himself causing Jazlyn and Ron to struggle detangling it. He stood before a mirror and pointed excitedly.
Ron rushed to meet him but Jazlyn carefully examined the mirror. It was incredibly tall and strange writing was carved across the top almost hidden by the extravagant designs surrounding it.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
It wasn't Latin, that much she knew, having had to study it in Charm School, Nor any other ancient or modern language she was familiar with, which happened to be quite a lot.
"Do you see your family around you?" She tuned in to hear Harry asking Ron.
"No— I'm alone, but I look older. And I'm head boy!" Ron exclaimed.
"What?" Harry and Jazlyn said together.
"Yeah," Ron continued but Jazlyn stopped listening. Harry has seen his parents, Ron said he saw himself older, and successful, like his brothers. She heard him wonder if it could show the future and felt Harry glance toward her when Ron had asked that even as he protested. No. It wasn't the future that would be impossible. But…
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
"It's a mirror," she whispered.
"Well obviously," Ron said.
"No shut up,"Jazlyn said and pointed to the top of the mirror. "What does that say?"
"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi," Ron struggled to read. "What's that mean? Is it Latin?"
"No it's a mirror," Jazlyn
"We know!" Ron said and rolled his eyes.
"I mean it's written like a mirror," Jazlyn scoffed.
"That explains absolutely nothing," Harry deadpanned.
"Mirrors show everything in reverse, like it's flipped." Jazlyn explained. "It's written backwards from the perspective of the mirror. Right to left instead of left to right, 'I show not your face but your heart's desire'."
"You spend too much time with Hermione," Ron grumbled.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Jazlyn glared.
"So it shows us what we want? Whatever we want?" Harry asked.
Jazlyn shrugged, "I guess."
"Well come on then," Ron said. "What's it show you?"
Jazlyn hesitated. What would it show her? Perhaps she too would see Aunt Lily and Uncle James for she missed them terribly. Or maybe something like it shows Ron, becoming a powerful witch like her mother.
She was not at all prepared for Sirius Black of all people smiling kindly and proudly wrapping his arms around her. She gasped and took a step back. Her arms reach up to grab the ones that had wrapped around her neck only to find nothing there.
"Jazlyn!" Harry and Ron yelled.
"What the—" Ron added. "What'd you see?"
"I—" she cut herself off to find the man in the mirror staring at her in concern, like any father would. "I must have been wrong."
"Why? What'd you see?"
'Sirius Black." She whispered.
Harry's eyes widened and he stepped into her view blocking the mirror from her.
"We should get out of here." He said in alarm.
Jazlyn didn't protest and let Harry lead her back to the cloak with Ron trailing behind. She hadn't said a word since they left the room. Even the next day she was unusually quiet.
"I still don't get why it would show him," Ron said after they told Hermione what had happened. "I mean, it's not like you'd actually want to see him. Harry's makes sense, and honestly mine does to if you think about it, but Yours—"
Jazlyn put down the book she was mindlessly flipping through to glare at him while Hermione whacked him on the arm with the book she just picked up.
"Ow!" Ron exclaimed.
They were huddled up in the back corner library once again trying to find out more about Nicolas Flamel.
"I'm probably wrong," Jazlyn said with a feigned careless shrug. "Maybe the mirror shows something else."
"Or you're right but what you're seeing is not what you think you're seeing," Hermione said, while turning the page of her book.
"Huh?" Her three friends said together.
Hermione closed her book with a huff.
"Say it was the Mirror of Erised. I read about it once. Jazlyn's right, it shows your heart's desire." Hermione said. "And it shows her her father. Obviously you don't want, Sirius Black the murderer, you want Sirius Black your father who would never do any of those things. It's like everyone says, they didn't expect him to do what he did right? So maybe a part of you thinks the same thing. Usually people are surprised by what their heart shows them they really want through the mirror. That's what the book said."
Jazlyn nodded slowly, it made sense. She had often wondered what life would be like if her father hadn't betrayed them. Harry put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Later that night she lay in her bed and pulled out the letter and picture she had found in Godric's Hollow, her mother had told her she could keep it. Hermione was probably right. Younger Jazlyn looked so much happier with her father around. So slowly she crept out of bed, picture and letter tucked into her pocket. And retraced the steps she had taken with Harry the night before.
She sat cross legged in front of the tall mirror with the letter on her lap as she glanced between the letter and the man in the mirror who had now sat in front of her cross legged like he was imitating her. His head was tilted to the side as if watching her curiously.
She remembered reading from her divination book that her mother had gotten her shortly after they discovered her abilities. That seers tended to have visions or see things most in times of emotional distress or when they were completely calm. High emotions were typically more uncontrollable so in order to see something you wanted to see you had to be void of emotion or to control them and to concentrate.
She figured looking through the Mirror of Erised was the same thing. Without concentrating it just showed her, her father, but Jazlyn felt that what she really wanted was to know what happened, what had made him betray their family. So she closed her eyes and took several deep breaths to relax, focusing on that thought.
She opened her eyes and was met with an unfamiliar scene reflected back to her, similar to the way she had seen Harry and her brothers at the zoo over the summer. It also reminded her of the muggle televisions their mom had gotten for them after Harry and Avalon told them about the one the Dursley's had. The scene though wasn't one she had ever seen before, She found herself looking over a courtroom. She recognized it from one time her mom had brought her to work. In the center of the room was a gaunt and haunted looking man. He was almost unrecognizable but Jazlyn knew it was her father, she remembered the vision of him in Azkaban that she had seen during her sorting. But somehow, if possible, he looked even worse than the last vision she saw of him like this. Perhaps it was because his hands were chained together with a cage surrounding him like a bird. And yet the man stood proud and Jazlyn couldn't help but feel disgusted. It was clear that Sirius Black was on trial and yet he didn't look at all ashamed of the crimes he committed. She saw her mother standing next to the cage addressing what she recognized as the wizengamot. She had a hard and angry look on her face. But she wasn't glaring at the man chained next to her, instead she was glaring at the court before her.
"You know, People don't usually get angry while looking through the mirror of Erised," a voice suddenly spoke behind. Jazlyn whirled around pulling out her wand as she did.
"Wotcher, Jazzy," Tonk's said. "Nice instincts."
"Tonks?" Jazlyn said incredulously. "What are you doing here?"
"Dumbledore asked me to help move the mirror after Harry Potter had come to visit it for 3 nights in a row," Tonks replied. "Should have known you wouldn't be far behind."
"Why? He called you from the ministry to move a mirror?" Jazlyn asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh no, I'm here on ministry business," she said. Jazlyn couldn't help but roll her eyes, as that was what her mom always said when she was supposed to drop it. But this was Tonks not her mother doc that was the last thing she was going to do.
"And what business does the ministry have with Hogwarts?" Jazlyn said.
"One that you don't need to know, Jazzy," Tonks said.
"Does it have anything to do with what that three-headed dog is guarding on the third floor?" Jazlyn asked.
"How do you know about that?" Tonks said quickly.
"You know the word forbidden is like asking students to find out for themselves, right?" Jazlyn fired back. "I mean I know it was a long time ago for you—"
"Ok rude, it was last year, I am not an old fart just yet," Tonks said. "So what's got you so mad at that mirror anyways?"
"You're changing the subject," Jazlyn said unimpressed.
"Nuh uh, you already changed the subject, we were talking about the mirror first," Tonks said glaring at her younger cousin.
The younger girl huffed and looked away, back at the mirror. Tonks tried following her gaze but only saw herself next to Jazlyn as she wasn't in the center of the of the mirror.
"Well yesterday I saw my dad," Jazlyn said. "He was just like I remembered."
She explained what Hermione suggested about why she was seeing him. And how Jazlyn thought she actually wanted to know what happened.
"I thought if I concentrated hard enough, it would tell me what had happened, but it just showed me his trail, which was a bust because I couldn't hear anything anyways," Jazlyn grumbled.
"Your father wasn't given a trial," Tonks said, confused. "Didn't you know?"
Jazlyn blinked at her and tilted her head, trying to think back. "Oh right, I guess I just forgot about that part, we don't talk about it much at my house."
She remembered her mother telling her what had happened to her father one time when she was younger and kept asking about him. She remembered her Mom angrily talking about how he didn't get a trial, Jazlyn had just assumed she was angry at her father, but now Jazlyn wasn't so sure.
"I think you seeing him on trial makes sense," Tonks said. "Typically during trials you tend to learn the facts about what happened. So instead of actually showing you what happened it showed you finding out what happened."
Jazlyn wasn't too convinced. That might be at least part of it but something about that trial seemed more than just a scene of wishful thinking.
"Come one, kid, I gotta take you back to your dorm before one of the professors accuses me of sneaking you out myself." Tonks said. "But hey if you ever need anything, I'm here a few nights a week."
"How will I know it's you?" Jazlyn asked as she allowed herself to be tugged away from the mirror for the last time.
Tonks shifted her appearance into various different seventh years. "Just look out for one of them, it'll either be me or them and they'll know where to find me if I'm not them."
"That doesn't make sense," Jazlyn pointed out but shrugged in agreement nonetheless.
AN: once again sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I had written it several times and almost cut it entirely, but I decided it would be important for Jazlyn's side of the story.
