enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 1: ERISED SRTA EHRU OYT UBE CAFRU OYT ON WOHSI

Felicity's POV

The room was full of crumbling columns and, in the middle was a full-body mirror. Harry and I walked cautiously towards it, examining it from different angles. On the very top of it were the words 'ERISED STRA EHRU OYT UBE CAFRU OYT ON WOHSI'.

Harry and I stood side by side, peering into the mirror, when Harry's eyes widened and he stepped closer to the it.

"What's wrong, Harry?" I asked, worried by his sudden behavior. "M-My parents," he said shakily, pointing to the mirror. My brow furrowed in confusion. "Harry," I said gently, "Your parents are gone."

He ignored me, putting a hand on his own shoulder and turning back to the mirror. "Wait here," he demanded, before grabbing the invisibility cloak and rushing off. "Wait, Harry-" I began, but he'd already left. I sighed and turned to the mirror, standing directly in front of it.

Suddenly, two figures began forming behind me. I whirled around, but saw no one and turned back to the mirror. The two people were now most definitely behind me, and I could start to make out their faces. They almost looked like...

"Mum...? Dad...?"

I stared at their reflections as they smiled and nodded encouragingly. Two more people materialized in my reflection. Neville and Gran. We were all standing together like a normal, happy family.

I rubbed my eyes furiously, trying to decide if this was some sort of magical enchantment. My parents had been tortured to insanity right after Neville and I were born; this couldn't be them. Every time I visited them in St. Mungo's Hospital, they would ask who I am, and what I was doing there. They didn't remember me or Neville or Gran, so eventually, I just stopped going. It was too painful.

Neville and Gran still went, or at least Gran did, since Neville was busy with school this year.

With a start, I realized tears were falling from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of my sweater and backed away from the mirror just as Ron and Harry came charging in.

"Come on, Ron! You have to see my parents!" Harry shouted, excited. Ron, still bleary-eyed, groaned. "I only see us, Harry," he complained. "Come, stand here and look in properly," Harry said, ushering Ron to the front of the mirror, where I had been only moments ago.

Ron squinted, before his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Harry grinned victoriously. "There, you see them, don't you? That's-"

"That's me," Ron interrupted in awe. "Only I'm Head Boy, and I'm holding the Quidditch House Cup! And- bloody hell, I'm Quidditch Captain, too! I look good..." he said, turning to Harry with excitement etched across his features. "Harry, do you think this mirror can tell the future?"

"How can it? My parents are dead," he replied sadly. We all stood in front of the mirror for a few more seconds before draping the cloak over us, and heading back up to the Common Room.

***

Over the course of the next week, I visited the mirror every other night, just sitting in front of it, watching my family.

"Back again, Felicity?" a strong voice inquired from behind me. My head whipped around and I jumped to my feet. "P-Professor Dumbledore," I stuttered, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly. "I see you and Mr. Potter have discovered the Mirror of Erised, like so many others before you," he continued, "I hope that, by now, you've realized what it does?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir," I replied. He began walking towards the mirror, talking absentmindedly while doing so.

"The happiest man on Earth could look into this mirror and see only himself, exactly as he is," he said. I nodded again. "It shows your hearts deepest and most hidden desires," I murmured. "Precisely, dear one," Dumbledore spoke. "You, Felicity, see yourself with your family, happy and together. But remember, this mirror delivers neither knowledge nor truth. Countless people have wasted their lives, standing in front of this mirror. That is why, in two days, this mirror is being moved to a different location. I trust you will not search for it?"

I shook my head. "No, Professor Dumbledore," I answered, "I won't." He nodded, satisfied. "Good. Now go to sleep, child."

***

Two days later, the ground had at least 6 inches of snow, the mirror was moved, and Christmas break was over.