A door opens and closes, but nobody is seen going in.
On the other side of the door, is a large room, empty of anything except for a long, wide mirror in the center.
The two take the cloak off, happy to not be in danger of discovery for now.
Bloom sees something moving by a pillar, and goes to take a look, while Harry checks out the mirror.
When he looks in the mirror, he sees a couple, along with him in the reflection.
"Mum? Dad?" Both reflections nod and smile.
Harry reaches out, but his fingers only find glass.
His mother puts her hand on reflection-Harry's shoulder.
Harry puts his hand there, like he's trying to feel her there.
Bloom approaches from the side, hearing what Harry said.
She shakes him a little, snapping him out of his trance. "Where's your Mum and Dad?"
"In the mirror, see for yourself."
He stands aside, and Bloom takes his place. "What do you see Bloom?"
"I see…myself, grown with someone - a guy. We're in a house of our own…"
She looks over at Harry, who seems surprised.
"You don't see my Mum and Dad?"
"No…"
A few nights later, Bloom and Harry are sitting in front of the mirror.
Dumbledore asks "Back again?"
Both kids turn around and stand up.
"I see you, like so many others, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised. I trust by now you realize what it does. Let me give you a clue: the happiest man in the world would look in it and see only himself, exactly as he is."
Bloom doesn't take long thinking. "So, it shows us what we want, anything we want?"
"Yes…and no. It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desires of our hearts. Now you, Harry, who have never known your parents, you see them beside you. And Bloom, you wished to live happily with someone who loves you. Nothing else. Admirable and well-meaning wishes that I wish I had the power to grant you both. But remember this, Bloom and Harry: this mirror gives no truth or wisdom, men have wasted away in front of it and even gone mad. Which is why, tomorrow it will be moved to a new home, and I must ask you not to go looking for it. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
The next day, Harry is walking outside with Hedwig on his arm.
He stops, and Hedwig lifts off his arm and flies away.
When she returns, its springtime.
Later, in the Library, Ron and Harry are reading when Bloom and Hermione come over with a massive book.
They thump it down on the table hard, surprising both boys.
Hermione says "I had you looking in the wrong section, how could I be so stupid? I checked this out a couple of weeks ago for some light reading, and Bloom got another book on the Magical Dimension the same size."
Ron asks "That's light reading?"
Bloom says "Ron, that's a featherweight, forget light."
Hermione glares at him, and adds "Of course, now, here it is. 'Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!'"
Harry and Ron ask "The what?"
Bloom says "Honestly, don't you two read? The Sorcerer's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It can turn metal into gold, and produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker Immortal!"
Ron asks "Immortal?"
"It means you'll never die." Bloom explains.
"I know what it means! I didn't know you loved reading so much."
Bloom says "Trust me Ron, you don't know a lot of things about me."
Hermione continues reading. "'The only stone in existence belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel, the noted alchemist, who last year celebrated his 665th birthday.'"
Bloom says "That's what Fluffy's guarding on the third floor. That's what's under the trapdoor…the Sorcerer's Stone!"
They all look at each other.
That night, they all run across the wet ground to Hagrid's hut.
They knock on the door, and Bloom and Harry call "Hagrid!"
Bloom adds "C'mon Hagrid, open up!"
The door opens, revealing Hagrid in oven mitts and an apron over his usual outfit.
"Oh, hello. Sorry, don't wish to be rude, but I'm in no fit state to be entertaining today." At that, he closes the door.
The four of them say in unison "We know about the Sorcerer's Stone!"
Hagrid opens the door and lets them in.
Harry says "We think Snape's trying to steal it."
Hagrid laughs, and says "Snape? Blimey, Harry, you're not still going on about that are you?"
Bloom says "Hagrid, we know Snape is after the stone, we just don't know why."
"Snape is one of the teachers protecting the stone, he's not about to go and steal it." Hagrid reveals.
They all say together "What?"
"You heard right. Come on now, I'm a bit preoccupied today."
"Wait a minute, one of the teachers?" Bloom asks.
Hermione adds "Of course, there must be other things defending the Stone, aren't there? Enchantments and traps and the like."
Hagrid laughs and says "That's right. Waste of bloody time if you ask me. Ain't no-one gonna get past Fluffy. Hehe, not a soul knows how, 'cept Dumbledore and I. I shouldn't have told you that. I shouldn't have told you that."
Suddenly, a cauldron over the fire rattles, and Hagrid rushes over and takes an object out.
He puts it, a large egg, on the table.
Harry asks "Um, Hagrid, what exactly is that?"
"That? It's a…its um…"
Ron exclaims "I know what that is! But Hagrid, how did you get one?"
"I won it. Off a stranger I met at the pub. Seemed quite glad to be rid of it actually."
Bloom suddenly says "It's a dragon." She's staring at it dreamily, like she's in a trance or something.
Harry asks "How do you know, Bloom?"
He touches her shoulder lightly, and she blinks like she is waking up.
"I-I don't know how. I just know there's a dragon in there."
The egg rattles and cracks, and a small dragon emerges.
It squeaks, and nearly slips on a piece of eggshell.
Bloom is immediately in love with the small reptile, and picks it up and starts stroking it.
Ron says "That's not just a dragon, that's a Norwegian ridgeback! My brother Charlie works with these in Romania."
Hagrid names the dragon Norbert, and when they ask about the name, he reasons "Well, he's got to have a name, doesn't he?"
Bloom runs her fingers along the baby dragon's spine, making it arch up under her fingers in delight.
It suddenly freezes, and hisses something.
Bloom spins around, and sees something dart away from the window. "Who's there?"
The person scampers away, but not before Bloom recognized him: Draco Malfoy.
The four kids are walking through a corridor, and an owl screeches.
Harry says "Hagrid's always wanted a dragon. Told me so when I first met him."
Ron says "It's crazy, and worse, Malfoy knows."
None of them have to say this is bad, bad intentions follow that kid around like he bathes in them.
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall appears in the hallway with Malfoy smirking smugly behind her.
Bloom glares at Malfoy, and the smirk fades a little under her withering glare.
"Good evening." Professor McGonagall greets.
Minutes later, the four kids are standing in front of her desk, while Draco is standing feet to the side, still smirking.
Bloom wants to wipe that smirk off his face, preferably with another one of her tests with her powers.
She's getting good, she can light the fireplace at a glance now and she doesn't need to get angry to do it; though that does help.
She does this while everyone else is asleep, not wanting to be the freak of the school without some power behind the rumors.
"Nothing, I repeat nothing, gives a student the right to go walk about the school at night. Therefore, as punishment for your actions, 50 points will be taken from Gryffindor." McGonagall declares.
Harry asks "50?!"
Bloom can actually think of a few things she cares about more than house points, like the safety of her friends.
In her mind, house points aren't everything, but family and friendship is.
"And to ensure it doesn't happen again, all five of you will receive detention."
McGonagall informs them. They all hang their heads, and Malfoy nods, and then his smug smile vanishes.
"Um, excuse me professor, but I think I heard you wrong. I thought you just said…the five of us."
"You heard correct Mr. Malfoy. Honorable as your intentions were, you too were out after dark. So, house points will be deducted from Slytherin, and you are serving detention as well."
Draco sags, and Hermione, Ron and Harry grin.
Bloom's smirk goes past grinning, more like challenging and daring him to argue.
AN: Any guesses on how Bloom knew it was a dragon before it hatched? Or why it seemed to love her so much? If you guessed the Dragon Flame, you are right! It's becoming more and more active in her as she practices with her mysterious power and learns to use it - she's self-teaching herself to use the strongest source of magic in two universes! Keep reading to find out How that's coming along!