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Chapter 12

'Potion making is, in a sense, an art of its own kind-" I read from he potions making book that Hermione had given me this morning.

"Hey!" a voice said.

I looked around, but I didn't see anyone, but the voice had sounded like it had only been a few feet away from me. When I didn't hear anything else, I looked back down at my book.

"Emily!" a voice said, this time it was coming from directly in front of me.

"Harry?" I asked, recognizing the voice.

Then my brother appeared in front of me. He pulled away the invisibility cloak and smiled at me.

"You couldn't see me at all, could you?" he asked.

"No, I thought I was going crazy," I laughed and put my book down. "What are you doing?"

"I was going to go to the restricted section of the library to look for a book on Flamel, want to go with me?"

My first thought went to Snape. For some odd reason, he didn't want me roaming the hallways, so I assumed that meant Harry too. However, in this case, neither of us would be seen by anyone, so I decided that it was safe enough - even though I have no idea what I was supposed to be so dangerous.

"Okay," I said as I threw the large cloak over both of us.

We walked out of the common room and throughout the hallways, which were slightly lit up by the moonlight coming in through the windows of the castle. We had to make sure that we were quiet though - after all, we could still be heard. Luckily though, we managed to make it all the way to the library without running into anyone.

When we went into the library, we picked up a nearby lantern and lit it with a match. Although the light could still be seen, no one was in the area that could possibly have seen it. We walked into the area labeled clearly 'RESTRICTED SECTION' and took off the cloak and began our search.

I opened up a couple of the books that might have had some information, but I didn't have any success. Then, Harry picked up a large black book. It was regretted soon after when he opened up the book and it

screamed right into his face. He slammed the book shut and shoved it back into its place.

"Who's there?" a voice yelled out.

"Filch!" I whispered to Harry.

Quickly we threw the cloak over us, knocking over the lantern. The lantern shattered on impact, alerting Filch of our location.

We quickly moved away from the area and ran into a nearby corridor.

"What have I told you, Quirrell?" a voice snarled.

Both Harry and I looked over to our right where Snape stood pressing Quirrell against a wall.

"W-what are y-you t-t-talking about S-S-Severus?" he stuttered.

"If I find you walking around in the hallways one more time, you will wish that you were never born!" Snape threatened.

"B-b-but I-" Quirrell began.

"I don't want to hear it," Snape snarled. "You're not getting your hands on them Quirrell, I've already caught you trying to get to the girl! I've warned her and I'm sure she's told her brother the same-"

Snape whipped around and looked directly at us. We quickly covered our mouths, realizing that he must have heard us breathing. He reached over to where we were and looked as though he was trying to grab something.

He knew that someone was there.

"Get away from here, Quirrell!" Snape spat, shoving the other teacher out of the area.

Snape looked back in the direction that we were for a minute, before someone else came into the room.

"Severus, look what I found," Filch said holding up the broken lantern. "It's still hot, and that means that someone is out of bed!"

The two of them walked away from the corridor that we were in and we slowly backed into another room. This room, which neither of us recognized, appeared to be an unused classroom. It had seating all around the room and a single mirror sitting on one side of the room. Not sure on whether or not Snape and Filch would return to where we had seen them, we stayed in the room for a while. We walked over to the mirror and dropped the cloak.

"Whoa…" Harry said as he looked at the mirror.

"What?" I said as I walked around the room in boredom.

"Come here!" he called me over.

I walked over to him to see what was going on, and then I saw it. This mirror not only showed you your reflection, but something else. Behind Harry and me stood my parents, but when I turned around, they weren't there.

Harry and I looked at each other and then back to our parents in the mirror. They smiled and waved to us as if they were really there.

"What is this?" I whispered, putting my hand against the mirror.

"I have no idea," he whispered back.

"Stay here, I'm going to go get Ron," Harry said when we made it back to the common room.

Harry ran up the steps to go wake up our friend. After we had seen our parents in the mirror the night before, Harry said that he wanted to have Ron see them too.

"Okay, let's go!" Harry said as he returned down the steps, dragging a half-asleep Ron behind him.

"What's going on…?" Ron asked sleepily as Harry threw the cloak over all three of us.

"You'll see," Harry said as we began to move back through the castle.

It took a few minutes to find the room again, but as soon as we closed the door behind us, the cloak was thrown off. Harry ran over to the mirror and beckoned Ron over to him; I sat down on a chair nearby.

"See?" Harry said pointing to the mirror. "That's my mum and that's my dad," he said pointing at the mirror.

"I only see your reflection Harry," Ron mumbled.

"Fine, step in front of it then."

Ron stepped in front of the mirror and I saw him begin to smile.

"Do you see them now?" Harry asked.

"No…I see myself, I'm Head Boy…and they've just handed me the Quidditch cup!"

"What?" Harry asked looking confused.

"We should probably get out of here," I said standing up and picking up the cloak. "This room is closed off for a reason…"

As we made our way back up to the Gryffindor Tower, I thought to myself. I loved being able to see my parents in that mirror, after all, I had always wanted to know them. But there was just something not right about that mirror. It was not natural to be able to see those things, and I could see my brother becoming attached to the image of our parents.

The following night, Harry insisted that I go back to the room with him.

"Harry, I'm not so sure about all of this…" I said. "It's in that room for a reason - I don't think we're supposed to know about it."

"We aren't supposed to know about a three-headed dog either, but we do," Harry said taking the cloak and throwing it over both of us.

Now knowing the route to get there, we easily made our way to the room. Right when we got in there, Harry threw of the cloak and ran over to the mirror again and smiled.

However, I noticed that we weren't the only ones in the room.

Dumbledore smiled at me as we made eye contact and I couldn't help but smile back at the old man.

"Hello, Mr. and Miss Potter," Dumbledore said looking at both of us.

Harry turned around fast, his eyes wide with shock.

"I knew that you would return, Harry. However, I wasn't so sure about you, Emily," he said eying me. "I'm guessing that you've discovered what this mirror does."

Harry looked at me, trying to figure out himself what the answer was.

"It shows people what they want the most…" I murmured.

"Precisely," Dumbledore smiled at me. "However, I am curious as to why you do not wish to use it."

"Well…" I said slowly. "I think that this kind of thing could be dangerous…as if someone could almost become obsessed with it…kind of like Harry is…"

My brother shot me a look that said clearly that he was not obsessing over the mirror, even though I knew good and well that he was.

"Exactly, Miss Potter," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "I am happy to see that you have resisted its charm, most people can't say the same…"

The headmaster looked over at the mirror and his face went blank, unreadable.

"I am sorry to tell you, Harry, but the mirror is being moved," he said as Harry looked from the mirror to the headmaster. "It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live…"

Dumbledore smiled at the two of us and stood up. He began to usher us out of the door, when a question came to mind.

"Professor Dumbledore?" I said, him nodding for me to continue. "What do you see in the mirror?"

He looked down at me, and hesitated to answer.

"I see myself holding a pair of socks…" he said. "No one can ever have too many of them."

Somehow though, I felt that the headmaster wasn't being honest with us.

Well, that's all for this chapter. I know that it wasn't much, sorry - something came up. I promise that the next chapter will be better! The question came up on whether or not I was planning on making Sirius Black godfather to both Harry and Emily and to be honest, I haven't really thought about what I'm going to do with that. So, I am going to leave it up to you all - should I make Sirius godfather to both of them, or just Harry? If you think I should have Emily have a different godfather/godmother, who should it be? Please, leave this in a comment. By the way - if you have any suggestions or questions on where the story might go - please don't hesitate to ask, I'm happy to answer every one of your questions. PLEASE REVIEW!