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Thank you to my (2) reviewers: Amileerose and Savannah. I don't believe in this ships either. But it's fun writing them. ^_^
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Pieces of A Broken Mirror
Life is never quite as you perceive it. Nor the people in it.
[epilogue]
Whoever named the Mirror of Erised was very clever indeed. "Desire" spelled backwards. I suppose the same person also named the Mirror of Sterces.
That is, secrets.
I never went looking for it. I never did. Trouble, like mirrors, just seem to gravitate towards me. What was it, my magnetic charm? Hardly. But then, I never was one to resist the allure of these mysterious objects.
The Mirror of Sterces was odd. Not exactly weird, if you wouldn't call a mirror that showed the secrets of whoever looked into it weird, but just…odd. It was slightly disturbing because it didn't show the person standing in front of the mirror their secrets…it showed me their secrets.
Did you know Parvati had been crushing on Hermione since their first year?
And that Cho was head over heels for Malfoy?
That was more than slightly disturbing, if you asked me. But as I was no longer enamored of Cho (my feelings had waned dramatically over fifth year), it didn't bother me nearly as much as it could've. And I had no fears about Hermione ever returning Parvati's feelings…
She was, after all, engaged to Malfoy.
Yes, that was another secret revealed by the Mirror. But lately, one didn't need all those magical items; your eyesight alone would do. Few could miss the blinding marquis diamond glittering on her left hand. Or the way she and Malfoy sat together in all classes, all lunches, in pure defiance to any Slytherin-Gryffindor house rivalries.
I didn't understand it.
Trust me, Ron didn't either.
But we trusted her. We didn't want to risk six years of friendship for, well, anything. We'd been through a lot together.
Funny, but she seemed to disagree.
After all, I wasn't lying dead in this coffin because He-Whose-Name-Must-Be-Hyphenated had killed me, it was because my best friend had turned traitor and betrayed me to the Dark side.
Willingly.
I remembered the way her face had been emotionless, her eyes glinting with the same coldness I'd seen in Death-Eaters, as she'd whispered, "Avada Kedavra." I remembered staring at her in disbelief, in denial, in shock.
I remembered dying.
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Harry stared at the Mirror of Sterces. He'd known it was supposed to show secrets, but he'd never expected this to be Hermione's…
She wanted to kill him?
Fighting back emotions, he squeezed his eyes shut. From behind the invisibility cloak, he pointed the wand at the mirror. "Shatterus," he whispered. As the glass cracked and split before him, splintering into millions of slivers that would never again be pieced together, he turned his back. He'd had enough of secrets.
And if people continued to stare at others, he didn't want to know why.
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A/N: That's the end. Like it, hate it, don't get it? Review. ^_^ This is the story: in Chapter 1, Parvati stares at Hermione, who wants to kill Harry (in the Gryffindor common room). In Chapter 2, Draco stares at Parvati, who likes Hermione (in the DADA classroom). In Chapter 3, Cho stares at Draco, who is glaring at Parvati with intense dislike (during a S-G Qudditch game). In the Epilogue, Harry is looking in the Mirror of Sterces and finds out everyone's secrets, including Hermione's. She sees him dying. Then (in third-person) he destroys the mirror forever. Get it?