Ironically, I never meant to write more to this. The first chapter is
something that had been running around in my brain for about six months
before I wrote it down. It was meant to be a one chapter story that was
left at that, with an open ending. Nothing meant to follow.
I should've known myself better.
One of my favorite pastimes is reading, and I've been re-reading all the Harry Potter books, mostly to see if there is anything I'm going to need to remember when I finally get my hands on a copy of that long-awaited Order of the Phoenix book.
Being part of a group that believes Snape had a crush on Harry's mother, I'm also part of a group that thinks Fleur De'Lacour is going to pop up in #5. It was when I was finishing the fourth book that one of her lines really popped out at me ("I am 'oping to get a job 'ere, to improve my Eenglish"). If she's going to be working at the castle, there's a chance that she'd come across that stupid mirror, right? Be kind of curious to see what she sees in the mirror. Also, last time I checked, there's only one job open: the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, and from what J. K. Rowling has said, the new teacher is a woman. Fleur certainly fits the description.
Then there's the little snag that Snape hates whoever gets the DADA job. Seems to me he's more likely to be smitten with Little-Miss-Veela.
Honestly, I have absolutely no idea where this story is going. I don't even know how it's going to end, and I can tell you right now, that's a first for me. I'm always writing the end of a story before the beginning.
So, let's see how this crazy idea of mine turns out, shall we?
The Mirror of Erised Chapter Two By Jewel Little Bird
Fleur De'Lacour looked around her new room. The caretaker, Argus Filch, stood at the door, watching her like a hawk; his cat, Mrs. Norris, kept a close eye on her as well. Fleur had noticed at once that her veela powers had no affect on him; he had just barely managed to be polite while practically radiating the thought, "You better damn well like this room, otherwise you're sleeping outside."
The room was nice enough, however. The walls were covered with deep blue tapestries trimmed in silver. A matching carpet adorned the floor. The fireplace was painted white and decorated with floral patterns carved into its sides. Heavy blue curtains trimmed with silver tassels were pulled to the side of each window. The bed was pushed right into the corner opposite the door. A wardrobe stood at the foot of the bed, pushed right up to the footboard. A night table resided next to the headboard end of the bed, making it look a little like a nest. The bed itself was queen- sized with three big pillows propped up against the headboard. A thick, dark blue comforter with stars embroidered on it in silver thread was pulled back just enough to reveal white bed sheets with blue snowflakes on it. Next to the door was a tall, full-length mirror with writing at the top: erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on woshi.
She blinked. This must be the mirror Headmaster Dumbledore told me about, she thought. I wonder what it does. He didn't tell me....
"Well?" Filch snapped.
She started. She'd forgotten he was there. Mrs. Norris looked around his ankle and meowed up at her. She looked Filch in the eye, smiled sweetly, turned on all her veela charm, and purred, "Ze room is just lovely, sir. I couldn't 'ave asked for bettair."
She was right; he was completely immune to her power. He scowled, nodded, and left. Mrs. Norris glared at her before she followed her master.
Fleur looked back at the mirror. She was at an angle with it and couldn't see her reflection properly. So, she moved until she could.
She immediately wished she hadn't.
Gabrielle was there, waving happily at her, right behind her reflection. So was their mother. Fleur had not seen them for two weeks, and already she missed them. "Mama?" she whispered, more shocked than anything else. "Gabrielle?"
"I see you've wasted no time in examining the Mirror of Erised," a familiar voice said.
She whirled, eyes wide. "'Eadmaster!" she said respectfully, bowing a bit as Dumbledore entered the room. "Zis is ze object you mentioned to me, oui?"
He nodded. "Yes. I chose you to protect it since your vela ancestry makes you less susceptible to its affects." His eyes twinkled. "Do I need to tell you what it does, how have you figured it out?"
She looked back in the mirror. Gabrielle and her mother grinned and waved. She shrugged; it was true that she missed her mother and sister, but the mirror seemed to her to be no more than a rather large photograph to her. "Desire of ze heart."
He nodded again. "Yes. I would prefer that the mirror be guarded a bit more closely this time. Too many house-elves were being distracted by it where I had kept it previously. One by the name of Winky nearly went into hysterics."
"I understand." She did, too. Veela were known for being heartless, and more than one jealous girl had called Fleur, whose grandmother was a veela, cold-hearted. She couldn't deny it; she had rarely desired anything in her life, and loved no one but her mother and sister. Her father, being half-veela, she did not like at all, just as he did not like her or Gabrielle; he only cared for their mother. She smiled at Dumbledore. "Eef you would like, I will keep it covaired at all times."
"I would." He handed her a piece of paper. "Your schedule for the school year. Filch has told you the password to this room?"
"Oui." Her mouth quirked in amusement; the password was "whore." She had a feeling it was a subtle hint from Filch. "I believe ze students will be arriving tonight?"
"Yes. Oh, I almost forgot." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two envelopes. "These are for you. One is from Proffessor Lupin, who wishes to inform you on what the students learned under his tutelage. The second I wrote for you; it is everything I've managed to gather than Barty Crouch taught the students." His eyes flashed angrily at the name of the Death Eater. "You will need the information so that you can decide what to teach the students."
"Zank you, 'eadmaster," she said politely, taking the envelopes. When he had left, she conjured a drape of thick cloth with her wand and covered the mirror without a second thought. She looked out the window, calculated that she had about four hours until the feast, then sat on her bed, opened the envelopes, and proceeded to read.
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End of Chapter Two
I should've known myself better.
One of my favorite pastimes is reading, and I've been re-reading all the Harry Potter books, mostly to see if there is anything I'm going to need to remember when I finally get my hands on a copy of that long-awaited Order of the Phoenix book.
Being part of a group that believes Snape had a crush on Harry's mother, I'm also part of a group that thinks Fleur De'Lacour is going to pop up in #5. It was when I was finishing the fourth book that one of her lines really popped out at me ("I am 'oping to get a job 'ere, to improve my Eenglish"). If she's going to be working at the castle, there's a chance that she'd come across that stupid mirror, right? Be kind of curious to see what she sees in the mirror. Also, last time I checked, there's only one job open: the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, and from what J. K. Rowling has said, the new teacher is a woman. Fleur certainly fits the description.
Then there's the little snag that Snape hates whoever gets the DADA job. Seems to me he's more likely to be smitten with Little-Miss-Veela.
Honestly, I have absolutely no idea where this story is going. I don't even know how it's going to end, and I can tell you right now, that's a first for me. I'm always writing the end of a story before the beginning.
So, let's see how this crazy idea of mine turns out, shall we?
The Mirror of Erised Chapter Two By Jewel Little Bird
Fleur De'Lacour looked around her new room. The caretaker, Argus Filch, stood at the door, watching her like a hawk; his cat, Mrs. Norris, kept a close eye on her as well. Fleur had noticed at once that her veela powers had no affect on him; he had just barely managed to be polite while practically radiating the thought, "You better damn well like this room, otherwise you're sleeping outside."
The room was nice enough, however. The walls were covered with deep blue tapestries trimmed in silver. A matching carpet adorned the floor. The fireplace was painted white and decorated with floral patterns carved into its sides. Heavy blue curtains trimmed with silver tassels were pulled to the side of each window. The bed was pushed right into the corner opposite the door. A wardrobe stood at the foot of the bed, pushed right up to the footboard. A night table resided next to the headboard end of the bed, making it look a little like a nest. The bed itself was queen- sized with three big pillows propped up against the headboard. A thick, dark blue comforter with stars embroidered on it in silver thread was pulled back just enough to reveal white bed sheets with blue snowflakes on it. Next to the door was a tall, full-length mirror with writing at the top: erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on woshi.
She blinked. This must be the mirror Headmaster Dumbledore told me about, she thought. I wonder what it does. He didn't tell me....
"Well?" Filch snapped.
She started. She'd forgotten he was there. Mrs. Norris looked around his ankle and meowed up at her. She looked Filch in the eye, smiled sweetly, turned on all her veela charm, and purred, "Ze room is just lovely, sir. I couldn't 'ave asked for bettair."
She was right; he was completely immune to her power. He scowled, nodded, and left. Mrs. Norris glared at her before she followed her master.
Fleur looked back at the mirror. She was at an angle with it and couldn't see her reflection properly. So, she moved until she could.
She immediately wished she hadn't.
Gabrielle was there, waving happily at her, right behind her reflection. So was their mother. Fleur had not seen them for two weeks, and already she missed them. "Mama?" she whispered, more shocked than anything else. "Gabrielle?"
"I see you've wasted no time in examining the Mirror of Erised," a familiar voice said.
She whirled, eyes wide. "'Eadmaster!" she said respectfully, bowing a bit as Dumbledore entered the room. "Zis is ze object you mentioned to me, oui?"
He nodded. "Yes. I chose you to protect it since your vela ancestry makes you less susceptible to its affects." His eyes twinkled. "Do I need to tell you what it does, how have you figured it out?"
She looked back in the mirror. Gabrielle and her mother grinned and waved. She shrugged; it was true that she missed her mother and sister, but the mirror seemed to her to be no more than a rather large photograph to her. "Desire of ze heart."
He nodded again. "Yes. I would prefer that the mirror be guarded a bit more closely this time. Too many house-elves were being distracted by it where I had kept it previously. One by the name of Winky nearly went into hysterics."
"I understand." She did, too. Veela were known for being heartless, and more than one jealous girl had called Fleur, whose grandmother was a veela, cold-hearted. She couldn't deny it; she had rarely desired anything in her life, and loved no one but her mother and sister. Her father, being half-veela, she did not like at all, just as he did not like her or Gabrielle; he only cared for their mother. She smiled at Dumbledore. "Eef you would like, I will keep it covaired at all times."
"I would." He handed her a piece of paper. "Your schedule for the school year. Filch has told you the password to this room?"
"Oui." Her mouth quirked in amusement; the password was "whore." She had a feeling it was a subtle hint from Filch. "I believe ze students will be arriving tonight?"
"Yes. Oh, I almost forgot." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two envelopes. "These are for you. One is from Proffessor Lupin, who wishes to inform you on what the students learned under his tutelage. The second I wrote for you; it is everything I've managed to gather than Barty Crouch taught the students." His eyes flashed angrily at the name of the Death Eater. "You will need the information so that you can decide what to teach the students."
"Zank you, 'eadmaster," she said politely, taking the envelopes. When he had left, she conjured a drape of thick cloth with her wand and covered the mirror without a second thought. She looked out the window, calculated that she had about four hours until the feast, then sat on her bed, opened the envelopes, and proceeded to read.
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End of Chapter Two