The Mirror of Erised
Chapter Twenty
By Jewel Little Bird
Harry opened the book and pointed. "That's them."
Fleur smiled. It was the first time she'd done so in a month. "Why, 'Arry, you look just like your pére!" She studied the picture. "I zink you 'ave your mére's eyes, zough." She ran her finger over it. "She was very pretty. What were zeir names?"
"James and Lily."
She giggled. "Zey look like a James and Lily." She reached into a pocket and pulled out her family photo. "Fair's fair. I saw your fameely, now you get to see mine." She handed him the photograph.
They were in her classroom, sitting on her desk. Nearby, Ron was with Hermione, trying to figure out a specific spell meant to make objects explode. So far, he was failing miserably. Hermione's exasperated lecture was almost hilarious.
Harry looked at the picture she handed him. "So, it was your father's mother who was the veela." She nodded. "He doesn't look as likable as your mother."
"'E wasn't. 'E only 'ad eyes for 'er. 'E did not like Gabrielle and me, nor did we like 'im. I am not glad 'e died, but I am not un'appy, eizer."
"I know what you mean. I think I'd feel the same way about the Dursleys." He tapped the picture. "What were their names?"
"Michelle and George."
Harry grinned. "She looks like a Michelle, but he looks more like a Louis."
The sound of something exploding caused them to look up. Ron and Hermione were gazing at what was left of a desk, dumbstruck. Finally, Ron looked at Fleur and Harry. "Blimey, I think I've got it!"
Harry snorted, then looked at Fleur. "Would you like to meet a friend of mine? Dumbledore says you can be trusted."
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Fleur walked briskly down the hall to Filch's office, hoping she'd be able to catch him alone. She was in luck; he was sitting at his desk, playing Solitaire. He looked up as she entered. "Yes?"
"May I 'ave the password to Snape's room?" she asked politely. "Oh, I also need to know where it is."
"And what makes you think I'd tell you?"
"You told 'im the password to my room."
Filch seemed to be highly amused by something. "Alright, then. His bedroom is in the same corridor as this classroom, behind the portrait of Jeremy the Slimy, the man with the snake around his neck. The password is 'murderer'."
She nodded. "Zank you." She left and ran to the portrait; she'd noticed it earlier in the year, simply because it looked so bizarre (it hadn't helped that the man had been kissing the snake on the mouth at the time). She spoke the password and entered. She was slightly surprised to see that the room was exactly like her own, but with a different color scheme. It helped her quite a bit, though. She walked over to the night table, opened the drawer, and pulled out the photograph.
Her jaw dropped. It was Lily Potter.
When Winky had said that Snape kept a picture of a woman but didn't know who it was, Fleur had immediately guessed it was the love of his life. Never in her wildest dreams, though, had she thought it would be the most unlikely woman in the world. She closed her eyes, shook her head, and looked again, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She was pretty sure she wasn't. The only other person in the world who had eyes like that was Harry.
Hearing footsteps coming down the hall, she put the photograph back, closed the drawer, and crossed her arms, looking stern. Snape opened the door, saw her, and immediately dropped the books he was carrying as well as his jaw.
"So," she said conversably. "You are probably wondering why I am 'ere. I figured zat since you knew ze password to my room, I should know ze password to yours. Zis way, if you try anyzing during ze middle of ze night, I weell be able to retaliate." With that, she swept past him. "Oh, and one more zing." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a plastic bottle of shampoo. She tossed it onto the bed. "Wash your 'air."
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End of Chapter Twenty
Harry opened the book and pointed. "That's them."
Fleur smiled. It was the first time she'd done so in a month. "Why, 'Arry, you look just like your pére!" She studied the picture. "I zink you 'ave your mére's eyes, zough." She ran her finger over it. "She was very pretty. What were zeir names?"
"James and Lily."
She giggled. "Zey look like a James and Lily." She reached into a pocket and pulled out her family photo. "Fair's fair. I saw your fameely, now you get to see mine." She handed him the photograph.
They were in her classroom, sitting on her desk. Nearby, Ron was with Hermione, trying to figure out a specific spell meant to make objects explode. So far, he was failing miserably. Hermione's exasperated lecture was almost hilarious.
Harry looked at the picture she handed him. "So, it was your father's mother who was the veela." She nodded. "He doesn't look as likable as your mother."
"'E wasn't. 'E only 'ad eyes for 'er. 'E did not like Gabrielle and me, nor did we like 'im. I am not glad 'e died, but I am not un'appy, eizer."
"I know what you mean. I think I'd feel the same way about the Dursleys." He tapped the picture. "What were their names?"
"Michelle and George."
Harry grinned. "She looks like a Michelle, but he looks more like a Louis."
The sound of something exploding caused them to look up. Ron and Hermione were gazing at what was left of a desk, dumbstruck. Finally, Ron looked at Fleur and Harry. "Blimey, I think I've got it!"
Harry snorted, then looked at Fleur. "Would you like to meet a friend of mine? Dumbledore says you can be trusted."
@
Fleur walked briskly down the hall to Filch's office, hoping she'd be able to catch him alone. She was in luck; he was sitting at his desk, playing Solitaire. He looked up as she entered. "Yes?"
"May I 'ave the password to Snape's room?" she asked politely. "Oh, I also need to know where it is."
"And what makes you think I'd tell you?"
"You told 'im the password to my room."
Filch seemed to be highly amused by something. "Alright, then. His bedroom is in the same corridor as this classroom, behind the portrait of Jeremy the Slimy, the man with the snake around his neck. The password is 'murderer'."
She nodded. "Zank you." She left and ran to the portrait; she'd noticed it earlier in the year, simply because it looked so bizarre (it hadn't helped that the man had been kissing the snake on the mouth at the time). She spoke the password and entered. She was slightly surprised to see that the room was exactly like her own, but with a different color scheme. It helped her quite a bit, though. She walked over to the night table, opened the drawer, and pulled out the photograph.
Her jaw dropped. It was Lily Potter.
When Winky had said that Snape kept a picture of a woman but didn't know who it was, Fleur had immediately guessed it was the love of his life. Never in her wildest dreams, though, had she thought it would be the most unlikely woman in the world. She closed her eyes, shook her head, and looked again, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She was pretty sure she wasn't. The only other person in the world who had eyes like that was Harry.
Hearing footsteps coming down the hall, she put the photograph back, closed the drawer, and crossed her arms, looking stern. Snape opened the door, saw her, and immediately dropped the books he was carrying as well as his jaw.
"So," she said conversably. "You are probably wondering why I am 'ere. I figured zat since you knew ze password to my room, I should know ze password to yours. Zis way, if you try anyzing during ze middle of ze night, I weell be able to retaliate." With that, she swept past him. "Oh, and one more zing." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a plastic bottle of shampoo. She tossed it onto the bed. "Wash your 'air."
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End of Chapter Twenty