Spellbound → Hermione Granger [1] ✔

I 11 I Flamel's Masterpiece

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Finding a magical mirror that may have shown your parents was no easy thing to forget. The image haunted Alexander greater than he cared to admit. He was torn between feeling disappointed that he hadn't looked once more in the mirror or relieved that he had stepped away. He wondered how the mirror knew that it was his parents. People may have known his mother but no one had a clue who his father was. Alexander longed to speak to Grandfather about it but, once again, his pride prevailed and the silent communication continued between the two.

Harry, it appeared, felt the same way and Alexander could not blame him. Harry told them about his recurring nightmares.

'It's sort of hard to explain,' Harry divulged in a troubled tone. 'There's this green light and then my parents are gone.'

'What, just like that?' Ron stared.

'Yeah. They disappear in a flash. It happens every night.'

Alexander was silent, quietly mulling over Harry's words before asking, 'is there anything else you can remember? Something else in the dream?'

Lines formed on Harry's forehead. 'Actually, yeah. There's also this high voice – laughing, I suppose. Just before they're gone.'

Ron shivered. 'That's bloody creepy. I wouldn't fancy seeing that every night.'

Alexander shot a side-glance at Ron. Sometimes, he could be very thoughtless. Alexander had a slight hunch that the laughter in Harry's dream originated from the same psychopath that murdered Harry's parents. Otherwise, who else would it be? He chose not to relay this information to Harry as to not cause him even more trouble than he already had. Yet, it was disturbing to think that Harry was reliving his parents' deaths every night.

'I think,' began Alexander while Harry and Ron gazed curiously at him, 'that the mirror triggered something to do with your parents. Some memory, perhaps.'

'You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad,' said Ron, and Harry shrugged.

'Yes, but this is different,' remarked Alexander, leaning back and crossing his arms across his chest.

'Different how?'

'Harry's not obsessing over the mirror – he's fixated over a nightmare caused by it.'

'Whatever,' Ron shrugged with a wave of his hand, 'either way, it's not a good thing.'

'Is it every night?'

'Yeah, ever since,' Harry replied.

'Go to Madam Pomfrey,' Alexander suggested and immediately Harry shook his head. 'She'll help you to sleep better. It'll help get rid of your nightmare at least.'

'No, I'm fine. I don't need help,' Harry refuted.

Alexander fought the urge to roll his eyes. Harry Potter was so stubborn when it came to looking after himself.