CHAPTER 5

Whispers followed Harry wherever he went. Everyone wanted to catch sight of the famous Harry Potter. I often watched Harry while he was studying or socializing in the Gryffindor common room. He usually hang around with Ron Weasley, Percy's brother. Ron had the same red hair as the other Weasleys. The boy was quite tall, thin and gangling. He had a long nose and his face was covered with freckles.

I was standing in the back of the common room, watching Harry and Ron making homework.

"You should tell him, he'll find out somehow", Percy came standing next to me. He lay his arm around my waist and put a quick kiss on my cheek.

"Not yet", I sighed. My fifth year was full of worries. First of all I had to find a way of passing all my O.W.L.s, I couldn't forget about my responsibility as a Gryffindor Prefect and the fact that Harry was walking around at Hogwarts and might find out he was having a sister didn't comfort me at all. Falling asleep was hard for me, I lay awake all night long. Sometimes, when I really couldn't find rest, I sneaked out for a moment. I wandered around in the castle and discovered places I had never been before.

On Thursday afternoon, during Charms, Professor McGonagall suddenly poked her head inside and said: "Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a moment?" Oliver Wood stood up confused and left the classroom. After dinner I was reading in the common room when Oliver came to me.

"I have to tell you something", he said secretly, "But you mustn't tell it anyone." At that moment Fred and George came in.

"Well done", said George, "Wood told us, Harry is in the team." I looked confused at both the twins and Oliver.

"Harry is the new Gryffindor Seeker", Fred said in a low voice. My mouth fell open. First of disbelieve because first-years never get in the team, but then of excitement that Harry would be playing Quidditch for Gryffindor!

"Really? That's like amazing!" I cheered.

"It was his first time on a broomstick and he was a natural. He is an excellent Seeker! Even Charlie Weasley wouldn't have done it when he was playing", Oliver was almost as excited as I was. Knowing Harry would be practicing Quidditch the following weeks didn't make it more easy for me to find sleep at night. Of course I was happy about the idea, but I was worried too. I had seen what happened to Oliver in his first match and I didn't want Harry to get hurt.

"We'll be running underneath him, holding a mattress", Fred had joked.

I picked up my wand and reached the portrait hole. I looked around to be sure no one had seen me and climbed through the hole. When standing outside the Gryffindor Tower I turned to the portrait of the Fat Lady. She wasn't there, but she would be back at the time I would return, she always did. The first time I sneaked out she had caught me, but as a Prefect I had the opportunity of doing things others couldn't. I only wanted to go out for a walk. She wouldn't tell anyone about my nightly trips and she could go out for a walk whenever she wanted to, as long as she would be back in the time I wanted to go back inside. I walked through the corridors, used to walk there at night. Tonight I was going to the trophy room.

The crystal trophy cases glimmered where the moonlight caught them. I smiled when seeing 'James Potter' engraved on a golden plate. My smile didn't last long. I heard footsteps coming my way. I quickly hid behind a big statue in the very corner of the room. Four kids came in. I recognized them at once. The Granger girl I had seen in the library, Ron Weasley with his red hair and freckles, a round-faced boy who must be a Gryffindor too and then at last, Harry Potter. What were first-years doing in the trophy room at midnight? I wanted to come out of my hiding place to tell them they weren't allowed to be here when I remembered I wasn't allowed to be here either, not even as a Prefect.

"He's late, maybe he's chickened out", I heard Ron whisper. I wanted to leave, but I was afraid they would notice me. Harry had pulled his wand and looked around in the trophy room. When he looked in my direction a bit of moonlight fell into his eyes and lit up his face. Tears filled my eyes. My eyes, which were the same as his, which were the same as Lily's. Harry looked so much like his father, but his eyes were exactly his mother's. Suddenly another voice reached my ears. It was Filch speaking to his cat. Harry and his friends had only just left when Filch entered the room.

"They're in here somewhere", he muttered, "probably hiding."

"Oh please don't see me, please don't see him", I begged. Suddenly I heard a loud clanging. It was loud enough to wake the whole castle. Filch ran to the place the noise had come from and I quickly escaped through the other side of the room.

"They must be somewhere, we'll catch them", I heard Filch. He was coming my way. A door stood ajar to my left and I squeezed through it to escape from Filch.

The room I had hidden in looked like a disused classroom. Desks and chairs were piled against the walls. Something was propped against the wall that didn't look as if it belonged there. I was facing a magnificent mirror. There was an inscription craved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi

I looked at the mirror confused. Would these words mean anything? I moved nearer to the mirror, stepped in front of it. My heart was pounding. I had seen not only myself in the mirror, but others too. Although the room was empty. In the mirror I saw my reflection, tired of all my restless nights. A woman was standing right behind my reflection. I looked over my shoulder, but no one was there. I looked back in the mirror and the pretty woman in the mirror gave me a smile. She had dark red hair, darker than my hair was and her eyes were…mine. Bright green and exactly the same shape. My eyes filled with tears while a soft whisper fell of my lips.

"Mum?" I whispered. Mum smiled at me and I noticed that my eyes weren't the only ones filled with tears. Next to mum was standing a tall, thin, black-haired man. I clapped my hands to my mouth.

"Dad?" I could barely speak. It was as if I didn't look at James, but at Harry. The same untidy hair, the same glasses. Tears were rolling over my face while I smiled at my parents. They were just standing there and they smiled back.

This must be the longest chapter I ever wrote :O please review :)