A/N: Hey! Thankfully we figured out how to fix the spacing so we re-updated
the prologue and this is the first chapter. We are going to try to get one
up every week. But since this was the last week of school before spring
break, and we had nothing to do in English, we decided to write it in
school, during class. Anyway there is not a lot of talking in this chapter
but a very important clue as to what is going to happen. But it¹s not that
hard to find.
Hope you like this chapter!
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The Power He Knows Not: Reflection
Ever since the battle in the department of Mysteries, Harry hadn't said a
word. Everyone knew why, but with his short temper, no one wanted to talk
to him about it. Sirius' death had made a real change on Harry, the boy who
always smiled, no matter what had happened in his childhood.
At the Order of the Phoenix he sat in his room, not saying a word, only
coming out for meals. If anyone went into tell him something they were
ignored. Even though the house was full of dark arts, and the house itself
was evil, the atmosphere was warm and loving. But soon after someone
entered Harry's room, they soon left because the atmosphere changed greatly,
from the warmness brought on by everyone coming in and going out, to the
cold and depressing feeling surrounding Harry.
If anything, it was worse at school. Back at the place where he first met
Sirius, Harry would often hide in the Shrieking Shack, where he knew he
could be alone with his memories. But every night he had to return to the
boys' dormitories, so he would not get detention.
He was sitting on the window-sill, staring into the abyss of the night sky
long past curfew. When he spotted the moon, he relived the memory in third
year when Sirius had asked him to live with him when he became a free man.
It used to fill him with joy and hope, but now all it did was fill him with
guilt, for being the reason his godfather was dead.
Not being able to handle that memory anymore, he looked out onto the grounds
and saw someone extremely unexpected. There was Albus Dumbledore gliding
towards the school, levitating a very large object in front of him, covered
in a blanket. One of the corners was uncovered and from what Harry could
see, it was a gigantic, gold, clawed foot.
"It can't be," he muttered to himself, making Neville's snoring stop for
for a second, but fortunately not waking anyone up.
But as Dumbledore came closer to the entrance hall, Harry could see
distinctly the triangular top with two pillars on either side.
Without so much as a thought to the rules, Harry jumped off the windowsill
and crouched at the end of his bed at his trunk, grabbing the silky material
of his invisibility cloak.
Dashing down the stairs in his pajamas, and wrapping the cloak around him as
he went, Harry forgot all about the guilt he had left on the windowsill.
Moving so fast through the common room, Harry didn't noticed Ginny, who
was up late studying by the fire. But she had noticed him, besides the fact
that he was under the cloak. She had seen his foot as the cloak split in
the front for a millisecond, heard him thumping down the stairs and seen the
portrait hole open to an unknown force.
Curiosity got the best of her, so she followed his light but quick footsteps
down the corridor. What could it be that finally got Harry out of his daze
and off wandering through the castle like he used to?
She ran after him throughout the castle and down to the entrance hall, where
she saw none other then Albus Dumbledore.
Quickly hiding behind a statue of a flying warthog, for she was still
visible, she saw he was levitating a large rectangular, gold object. As he
passed her she knew she should follow him because obviously Harry had gone
to the entrance hall to find him.
She followed the headmaster and the invisible Harry up the entrance hall
staircase and towards the library.
"What are you doing up?" asked a fifteenth century witch in a tapestry
"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" demanded a knight from his portrait as
she passed.
But she ignored these disturbances in the night silence, Ginny was too
absorbed in watching Dumbledore, and thankfully, he did not heat the
portraits.
Dumbledore led the object off down a corridor she had never been before,
passing the library. This specific corridor looked as if no one had set
foot in it for years. There was a single door at the end of the hall, alone
and dark. As the three of them walked down the hall, their footsteps were
muffled in a thin layer of dust on the ground.
After what seemed like an hour they finally reached the door. Knowing for
sure Dumbledore was going to deposit his golden object and leave, she stayed
outside the door. After, a couple of minutes of restless waiting in wonder,
Dumbledore came back out, looking cheerful, but Ginny being the caring
person she was, could see the worry in his eyes.
She waited until the headmaster was all the way down the hall and around the
corner before she got up and walked into the room. It seemed to be an
unused classroom. She herself didn't know what was so special about it, but
apparently Harry did, because there in the middle of the room was Harry,
staring at what seemed to be a large, gold mirror with clawed feet. She
took a step forward so she was behind Harry and staring at both of their
reflections. Yet Harry seemed different, like her was in a daze, he didn't
look like he knew she was there.
"Ha-Harry?" Ginny hesitated not sure if it was good or bad to get his
attention. Still, he didn¹t move a muscle. He looked so relaxed in front
of the mirror, as if his horrible past didn¹t happen and he had his parents
and Sirius and a whole happy family-filled life. But she was so nosey when
it came to stuff like this, so she gently reached up and touched his
shoulder. Now that he was sixteen, he had grown a lot taller and definitely
had at least a head on her. He had also gotten much more muscular with
broad shoulder sat he eye level. But she still loved him, maybe even more
now that he looked so much better than his twelve year old self. Finally,
she got his attention and he jumped.
"Sorry," she muttered, suddenly she now that he was looking at her.
"Ginny? What are you doing here?" he exclaimed
"I followed you here. I was studying in the common room when I heard you
leave. Are you alright? Your eyes were sort-of glazed over when you were
looking in the mirror. I only see us. Is there something different about
it?" she stopped, realizing Harry was staring at her with wide, emerald
eyes.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked
"What did you say you saw in the mirror?"
"Just us, why?" said Ginny a little irritably.
"Ginny, this is the Mirror of Erised."
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A/N: Well that's the first chapter! The next one will be up soon.
R&R please! Thanks! Jamie and Shelby.