The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone

14. The Mirror of Erised *

"I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match" ~ What a Catch, Donnie, Fall out Boy

That night, after the feast. Harry and I decide to go and look in the restricted section of the library for any information on Nicholas Flamel.

Armed with our brand new invisibility cloak and a lantern, we set off from the Gryffindor common room.

We reach the library, and ever so quietly I reach forward and unlock the restricted section.

"Famous Fire-Eaters. Fifteenth-Century Fiends." Harry whispers as we search through the books.

"Flamel. Nicholas Flamel. Where are you?" He continues whispering.

"Harry, sorry to break it to you, but speaking to the books isn't going to do much." I hiss.

He steps on my foot in retaliation.

We then take the cloak off and Harry pulls out a random book. He opens it up and -much to my utter terror - a face pops out from the book and begins screeching.

We force the boom closed and shove it back in the bookcase.

"Oh my god," I whisper, my hand over my heart.

"Who's there?"

Oh for gods sake.

We grab the cloak (which causes the lantern to fall and smash) and begin running from the library.

"I know you're in there. You can't hide."

"It's Filch," I whisper, as Harry throws the cloak back over us, just as Filch enters.

"Who is it? Show yourself." Filch says menacingly.

We begin to creep towards the exit, careful not to make any unnecessary noises.

We manage to escape the library without him seeing us, but then his bloody cat tries to scratch at us.

We begin walking through the corridors aimlessly, to get as far away from Filch as humanly possible.

But in doing this, we almost run straight into Snape and Quirrell.

"Severus, I-I..." Quirrell stutters as Snape holds him up against the wall.

"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell." Snape hisses.

"I don't know what you mean."

"You know perfectly well what I mean." Snape shoots back as Harry and I try and sneak past them.

Suddenly, Snape whips his head around and looks straight at us.

Harry then shoves his hand over his mouth and then shoves his other hand over my mouth.

Snape could hear us breathing...

I swear Harry can be a bloody genius sometimes.

We begin backing away quickly, and Snape tells Quirrell that he 'needs to figure out where his loyalties lie'.

But the Filch reappears, with our smashes lantern in hand.

"Professors, I found this in the restricted section. It's still warm, which means there's a student out of bed." Filch says, making Snape and Quirrel spring into action.

In order to escape being caught, we slip into a random room.

We take off the cloak and sigh.

Jesus that was close.

"Haylee, what's that?" Harry whispers.

"What's what?"

"That mirror." He explains and points. I follow his hand, and I see a large mirror in the corner of the room.