The Professor (Harry Potter x fem reader)

💗Chapter 12: Valentines Special Chapter💖

AN~ I was supposed to put this off for another chapter, but I guess you guys deserve it. This'll also be my Valentines Day gift to you guys.I know that it's 2 days AFTER Valentines, but I just couldn't find enough time to finish this. Enjoy!

Flashback:

Y/N P.O.V

I was in the same room as always. Ever since the night I found out about this room and the Mirror of Erised, I have been coming back here again and again . I found about this place near the end of August. This is my 31st visit here and it's not even October yet!

I am convinced that no one else (except for Dumbledore and some other school staff, of course) know about the Mirror and this room, so I usually also come here and made it my comfort room. I was able to translate the writings on the Mirror; Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi = ishow no tyo urfac ebu tyo urhe arts desire = I show not your face but your heart's desire.

But sadly, I haven't been able to see my hearts desire. I don't mean that I only see myself, an indication that I am content and happy with my life, I mean that I see nothing at all.

When I first looked into the mirror, I saw myself but a crazy powerful version. I figured I just wanted to be powerful. But as time went by, I started to only see black all over the mirror, occasionally white.

So here I am again trying to figure out what went wrong. I've been standing in front of the mirror for I guess hours now. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. Fast and heavy ones, as if from someone running out of desperation to get away or hide.

I have come to memorize the sound of the footsteps of all the Hogwarts staff and I knew at that moment that those footsteps were not from any of the staff; meaning it was a student.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer and I was afraid anyone would see me there. I mean, I am a professor, but it just felt wrong being caught by a student. I hate being bombarded with questions on a topic that I don't like, so I hid behind the mirror.

Just in time, I pressed my back gently on the back of the mirror and evened out my breathing so that I don't breathe too loudly for the person to realize I was even there.

For some time, it has been quiet. But then I heard a gasp then a dreamy sigh. I guess whoever the person is, they looked into the mirror and saw their heart's deepest desire.

I smiled. How could I not? I would be a magical sight to see someone see what they really want in life, coming from the bottom of their heart. I turned around so that my face was facing the back side of the mirror. I stepped back a bit giving me and the mirror some space apart.

And looking at the back of the mirror and just feeling the presence of whoever was there, I felt like I was looking at the back of the mirror and seeing them. As if the mirror wasn't there and we both were just looking at each other.

Although I couldn't place my finger on who it might have been, it felt fairly peaceful. Then, I heard the person call out and I realized it was a boy.

"Mom? .... Dad?" the voice called out.

I knew that voice a bit too well. It was Harry, Harry James Potter. My heart swelled at the thought of the sight of Harry right now. As well as the fact that he sees his parents in front of the mirror. His parents died when he was so young and was given to such mean muggles who couldn't and didn't appreciate him.

I moved closer to the mirror and gently put one of my hands on it. I moved my face close to the mirror, left side of my hand, and just stared at the back of the mirror. I felt as though I could see Harry and the look of pain, sorrow, love, and longing in his eyes.