Chap 11. Hermione
-"Reparo" – was all I heard after a long time of darkness. I felt thousands of little pieces stick together. And I felt fine. I felt alive after all this time.
In front of me a young woman in her 30s stood with her wand up. She saw me while I kept sticking together. My mirror was finally repaired.
-"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi" – she said – I've heard lots of you. Nice to see you finally repaired.
The girl watched at her reflection and saw herself rounded by a huge family of red-haired kids, and a red-haired man kissing her. Also, Harry Potter was there, but he was not more the little thin boy who came to see me at his first year, he was a grown man now.
The woman smiled at the image, turned around and leaves me. Since then on, thousands of other children could visit me and discover their biggest wished by only looking inside me. All thanks to that gentile woman, who could grow up and see her wish turn true.