Rohini was worried that Harry had forgotten about her when she felt someone touching her shoulder. Yelping, she stepped away, pointing her wand, and rolled her eyes when Harry suddenly appeared with a grin on his face.

"Very mature, Harry." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I can't believe that this cloak truly make you invisible! It probably costed a lot of money to Dad…"

"Come on!" Harry said, glancing around to make sure they were alone. "We should hurry."

Rohini leaned closer to her brother and Harry pulled back the cloak on them. They passed in front of many portraits and crossed the path of a few lonely ghosts and Rohini couldn't help but feel excited as no one seemed to notice them.

"Wicked…" She whispered. "I wonder if dad used to sneak out by using it too."

"I feel like he would." Harry said and the twins smiled fondly, remembering the olive skinned man on the family picture. Yes, James Potter looked like a man who would use an Invisible Cloak to sneak out at night. He probably never got caught, since he and Lily had both been Head Boy and Head Girl.

Finally, they reached the library which was pitch-black and deadly quiet. Rohini felt Harry shudder by her side, and she got her wand out.

"Lumos." She whispered, but the light was too weak for them both to see, so Harry lit a lamp too. The Restricted Section was right at the back of the library. Stepping carefully over the rope that separated these books from the rest of the library, he held up his lamp to read the titles.

"We should split up." Rohini suggested. "It would be more productive if I look at this shelf and you at this one."

"Ok." Harry said and Rohini pulled off the cloak from her head and began to look at the book's titles, not sure of what she was looking for. Probably something about the greatest wizards of the modern world or something.

"Urg, this book had a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood." Harry told her and Rohini shuddered. "Found something?"

"No, not yet." Rohini said. She heard Harry pull a book from the shelf.

A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek split the silence, making her jump. She turned and realised the book Harry had picked was screaming.

"Close it, damnit!" Rohini panicked and Harry snapped it shut. He stumbled backward and knocked over his lamp, which went out at once. Panicking, they heard footsteps coming down the corridor outside. Rohini turned off the Lumos spell.

"Come here!" Harry told Rohini who slipped under the cloak right in time before Filch appeared, his pale, wild eyes looked straight through them.

"Who's there?!" The old man said, "I know you're in there. You can't hide."

The twins hold back their respiration and slowly swirl around Filch.

"Who is it? Show yourself!"

They ran from the room, breathing heavily, Harry pulling Rohini by the arm and holding the cloak with his other hand. They went back to the hall, where Mrs. Norris was sitting. The cat meowed as if she could see them and to their horror, began to follow them. The twins ran around a corner, just as Snape and Quirrell appeared. Snape was holding Quirrell by the collar and they seemed to be arguing. Harry pushed Rohini against the wall and they tried to control their breathing to go unnoticed.

"Severus...I-I thought..." Quirrell squealed, looking terrified.

"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell." Snape cut him, looking suspiciously at the shaking man. Harry and Rohini exchanged a puzzled glance before looking back at the two professors.

"W-what do you m-mean?"

"You know perfectly well what I mean." Snape suddenly froze and turned his head in the direction of the twins. The Potters stopped breathing, taking a step backwards. Snape reached out to grab something, but only caught air. He then whipped his finger back in front of Quirrell's face. "We'll have another chat soon...when you've had time to decide where your loyalties lie."

Filch appeared, carrying the broken lamp and followed by Mrs Norris. Snape took a step away from Quirrell, as if they hadn't been having an intense argument a second before.

"Oh, Professors. I found this, in the Restricted Section. It's still hot. That means there's a student out of bed." Filch said, showing them the lamp. The three men darted off and the twins sighed.

"That was close." Rohini said and Harry nodded. They took the opposite direction, without paying much attention to where they were going. A door stood ajar to their left and Rohini felt somehow attracted to it. She stepped out of the cloak under Harry's horrified gaze and opened the door.

"We should wait here until we're sure they will not come back." Rohini said and Harry followed her inside. As soon as Rohini closed the door behind him, he took off the cloak and began to relax.

"That had been close, very close." He said and Rohini nodded. It looked like an unused classroom, but propped against the wall facing them was the only item in the empty, dusty room. It was at long mirror with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. Rohini come closer, standing on the left of the mirror.

"There is an inscription." She told Harry, waving at him to come closer. "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi."

"I don't know this language." Harry said but Rohini felt like there was something more to it. Harry moved nearer to the mirror and stepped in front of it.

Rohini didn't realised Harry's odd reaction as he clapped his hands to his mouth and whirled around for she was too occupied trying to figure out the meaning of the strange inscription. It was probably the Ravenclaw in her who was talking, but she felt like it was a riddle of some kind.

"Come on Harry, give me a hand." She said and frowned when Harry didn't respond. "Harry?"

Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.

"Mom?" he whispered. "Dad?" and Rohini's jaw dropped before she stood up next to her brother and frowned, disappointed when she only saw the two of them.

"It's just you and I." She said and Harry frowned.

"No, I swear I just saw them with us!" He said, before pulling Rohini in front of the mirror properly and taking a step away. "Can you see them now?"

Rohini said nothing, her eyes fixed on the mirror. It wasn't just her reflection anymore; she and Harry seemed older. Harry was holding the Quidditch cup and dressed in his seeker uniform, ruffling her hair with his free hand. Their hairs were longer now and slightly wavy. She was in her Ravenclaw uniform and had a "Head Girl" badge on her chest. She was holding the House Cup with Padma who was smiling brightly at her, an arm around her waist.

"Can you see them, mum and dad?" Harry asked, stepping closer and the illusion faded away to reveal the twins' reflection. Rohini shook her head.

"No, I saw you, me and Padma but we were older. You had just won the Quidditch cup and us, the House cup. I was also Head Girl, just like mum."

"What does it mean?" Harry said, confused. "Why do we see different things?"

"I think the inscription is the key." Rohini said, pointing at the cryptic words. "It probably explains the mirror's use."

They sat and stared at the mirror in silence, Rohini a bit on the left so Harry could continue to see their parents in the mirror reflection. She wasn't sure it was a good thing but she didn't have the heart to stop him from doing so. Instead, she spent the next two hours trying to understand the inscription. It was written on a mirror. What was a mirror's particularity? You could see yourself as you are.

She glanced at Harry's reflection. He had been wearing his Weasley sweater, just like her with the H on his chest. Rohini felt an odd sensation in her chest. Standing up, she stood right behind Harry.

"Oh." She said, before a large smile grew on her face. "ooOOOOh!"

Of course. A mirror reflection didn't exactly show you as you were, because the reflection was flipped horizontally.

"Harry, I think I might now how to read the inscription! Do you have your mirror with you?" She asked and Harry shook his head, confused. Rohini groaned and looked around. The room was empty but dusty. She touched the floor and traced a line.

"We can use the dust to write!" She said, excited.

"Can you explain to me what's going on?" Harry asked and Rohini told him about her idea. "Maybe the inscription is flipped as if seen in a mirror, you know? Ok, I'll need you to spell me every word backward." She told him and Harry nodded before looking at the inscription. Then, he began the task Rohini had given him.

It took them a while for it wasn't an easy thing to do. When he finished, he kneeled next to Rohini and frowned.

"Even now, it doesn't mean much. 'ishow no tyo urfac ebu tyo urhe arts desire'?"

"I think the spaces need to be changed to. Like 'I show', you see?"

"Ok, then…" Harry said, reading the sentence a few times before trying a different word spelling, "'I-show-not-your-face-but-your-hearts-desire.'".

"Nice job, Harry." Rohini said, ruffling his hair proudly. "We're a good team together."

"Yeah, we are." Harry said, not looking as happy as Rohini. "So it's just that? What we desire?"

"I'm sorry, Harry." Rohini said, bringing him into a hug. "I know you wish mum and dad would be alive."

"Then why didn't you see them?" Harry said with a frown. "Don't you wish for them to be alive, too?"

"Of course I do!" Rohini said, confused by her brother's reaction. "I just have other desires, because I know that they are dead and we can't change it, no matter why."

"I'm well aware that they are dead, thank you." Harry snapped and Rohini sighed. She was too tired to have a fight with her brother over something so silly.

"Let's go back to bed, Harry. We're both tired and it's getting the best of us. Care to escort me back to my dorm?" She asked softly, knowing Harry would never let her go in full sight back to the Ravenclaw tower, upset or not. They stood up and Harry threw the Invisible Cloak on them and they walked back in silence to the tower. Rohini thanked him and wished him goodnight before disappearing into the girls' dorm.

She slipped under her blanket and stared at the snow still falling outside. Harry's words were dancing in her mind, making her feel terrible. Was she selfish for seeing herself being successful and being recognised as a good witch? But she also saw Harry being successful too. Why didn't she saw their parents, too? Was it because she now possessed a picture of them already?

"I wish we never found that mirror…" She mumbled as she finally fell asleep, exhausted. She dreamt of Lily and James that night. They were dancing together in a cosy living room, laughing. It was a pleasant dream until the familiar green flash blinded her and she heard her mother's scream. When Rohini woke up, she had fallen from her bed and was lying on the floor, shivering and tears rolling down her cheeks.

Xxx

"We have a problem."

Rohini froze in the act of eating a spoon of cereals to look at Ron. Her friend had just sat next to her at the Ravenclaw table. The holiday was coming to an end and some students were coming back to Hogwarts. Padma had sent her an owl, saying she will be back the next week.

"What do you mean, we have a problem?" Rohini asked, glancing around. "Where's Harry?"

"That's the problem." Ron sighed. "He's obsessed with that mirror. I just asked him if he wanted to play chess or go see Hagrid but he refused and decided to go back to this bloody classroom."

Rohini cursed. She and Harry had barely talked those past two days. She had spent more time in the Ravenclaw's common room to study and finish her assignments. Not that she was avoiding Harry, though her brother has been avoiding her.

"He knows that what he saw isn't real, I told him it was just what he desired!" She said, putting her head in her hands. "What should we do?" She asked Ron who shook his head.

"Hopefully, he will come to realise that it's not good. Wanna go visit Hagrid with me?" He asked her and Rohini agreed. The snow was thicker than ever now and it took them twice as much time to reach Hagrid's hut.

"Hello yeh two!" He said as they stepped inside, sighing contently at the sight of the chimney fire. Hagrid pulled two heavy plaids on their shoulders and began to make tea. "Where's Harry?"

"Harry is not feeling too well." Rohini lied. "I told him to stay inside, wouldn't be wise to go out with all this snow."

"Yer right." Hagrid nodded. "Want some biscuits? I just bake 'em."

"No thanks." The two answered quickly.

"We just ate breakfast. We're too full." Ron explained, not wanting to offend Hagrid. "How was Christmas for you, Hagrid?"

"Excellent." He said, before smiling at Rohini. "Thanks for the gloves. Will come in handy, I can tell yeh!"

"Thanks for the chess figures. Those are wonderful." Rohini said with an honest smile. "Say Hagrid, can't you give us a tip about who Nicolas Flamel is?"

"Yer still on that?" Hagrid grumbled while serving them tea. "Yeh shouldn't put yer nose in Dumbledore's business. It's top secret."

"I guess it truly is, since we haven't found any information about him." Ron sighed, rubbing his hands together to warm them up. "Thanks." He said as Hagrid gave him a steamy cup of tea.

"Hagrid? Can I ask you a personal question?" Rohini asked with a little voice and Hagrid raised an eyebrow.

"It has nothing to do with Nicolas Flamel, heh?"

"Nope."

"Fine then, go on." Hagrid said, sitting on his armchair with his own cup of tea. Rohini stayed quiet for a few seconds before finally asking:

"Hagrid… what do you desire the most in your life?"

Hagrid frowned, looking confused by her question. He seemed to consider it, playing with his beard. Ron and Rohini exchanged a glance before looking at him again.

"I'd say it would be to have a dragon." Hagrid finally said. "Yeah, I'd always dream to have a dragon. Why?"

"Nothing, just curious." Rohini lied but she saw at Hagrid's face that he wasn't buying it. She took a sip of her tea before telling Hagrid what was bothering her. "Harry and I, we had a fight. Well, not really a fight, more like a sibling argument."

"Did yeh?" Hagrid asked with a frown and Rohini nodded.

"You see, Harry's true desire is to have our parents back, which is impossible of course. But I don't. I mean, of course I wish our parents were alive but… what I desire is different. Is it wrong?" Rohini asked and Hagrid left his empty cup in the sink before kneeling next to Rohini.

"There's nothing wrong with that, Rohini." He told her sincerely. "I lost my parents too, yeh now? And I wish they were still here, especially my dad. A brave man, very small too. But just like yeh, my biggest desire isn't for 'em to come back. Sometimes, we need to admit that people will be gone forever, but still live inside of us." He said, pointing at Rohini's chest where her heart was beating.

Rohini smiled weakly and hugged Hagrid.

"Thanks, Hagrid." She said and Hagrid gently patted her back. They stayed at their friend's place for the next hour, talking about dragons and Charlie Weasley's job. Then, they went back to the castle and walked past Fred and George throwing snowballs at Quirrell's turban.

The twins suggested that they joined them for another snow battle but Rohini told them she had to go to the library, which was true. She asked Ron if he wanted to join her in her search for Nicolas Flamel, but he politely declined.

Two hours later, she was frustratingly going through her third book, feeling more and more hopeless. Madam Pince, who was followed by ten floating books, passed in front of her table. It was commonly believed by Hogwarts students that Madam Pince had a romantic attraction or even relationship with Filch. They both had a short tempered personality and looked somehow like vultures.

Rohini hesitated. Harry had warned her not to speak about Nicolas Flamel to anyone, but how were they going to figure it out when there were thousands of books in the library? Rohini decided to play it innocently.

"Hum, excuse me, Madam Pince?" She called and the librarian stopped, raising an eyebrow at her. "I'm looking for some information, but I'm not sure if I picked up the right books." Rohini said, scratching her head. "You see, there's a name I think I've read somewhere but I can't remember which book it was. It's not really important, but I'm a curious person you see…"

"Typical Ravenclaw behaviour." The witch said and Rohini wasn't sure if it was a compliment or an insult. "Who are you looking for?" She asked and Rohini crossed her fingers that she wasn't going to get them in troubles when she asked "I'm looking for Mister Flamel. I think his name is Nicolas."

"Oh." Madam Pinch said. "Then you probably didn't see his name in a book, but rather on a chocolate frog card. He isn't part of the first years program. Wait here, I will find a book for you." She said, turning on her heels and still followed by the floating books. Rohini finally released the breath she had been holding.

To think it would have been so easy to just ask the librarian about it! Besides, if Flamel truly was one of the chocolate frog cards, it wouldn't be so suspicious of her to want to know more about him. Madam Pince reappeared five minutes later with an enormous old book called "French Famous Wizards through Ages".

"Here. You better not fold the pages nor eat while reading it." Madam Pinch told her with a scold before disappearing again. Rohini could barely contain her excitement as she went through the index to find out the pages about Nicolas Flamel and found him at page number 123.