Chap 6. Harry.
Everything was dark until a young boy opened the room's door. At first I couldn't see him, but then he took out his invisibility cloak and I could see him clearly. He passes through the room and approached me. I recognized him immediately. He was the boy who appeared in Dumbledore's image. And when I saw the lightning scar in his forehead I recognized him. He was the boy who lived they called him. The one who "killed" the Dark Lord. He was Harry Potter.
When he saw himself in me, he was surprised. He looked around for more people, but nobody was there. He looked again in my mirror. There were lots of people in it. Around him. Waving him, and he could wave back.
Harry let go some tears when he realized his whole family was with him in the reflection. His parents next to him. His grandparents. All of the Potter-Evans family was there. But when he searched around the room nobody was there. Not even with an invisibility cloak.
But they were dead? Weren't they? They couldn't be with him.
Harry sat in the floor for hours, and came back later with a friend.
He came night after night and watched his family, and talked to them. Until one night, when Albus finally came out of his hiding place. He told the little boy what I did. What was that I showed.
That night Harry became aware of the danger I was. And he promised never to come back. And he never did.