"Miss Potter." Dumbledore greeted as I stepped into his office.
"Headmaster." I replied as I took a seat.
"I recall having your mother in my office under similar circumstances."
"People say I'm a spitting image." I smiled sarcastically at him. He chuckled lowly.
"Quite." He sighed and passed me my mirror. "How did you get your hands on this, miss Potter?" I shrugged.
"It fell into my possession one day, had it so long I can't quite remember." I told him. He raised an eyebrow.
"I forget you were raised by the most notorious group of troublemakers Hogwarts has ever seen." I smirked.
"Listen sir, you can undo every charm and hex and curse on that mirror and none of them will be traced to me. I simply gained possession of it and the notebook."
"It traces back to your grandmother."
"Like, nan? My mum's mum?" He shook his head. I looked around. "That's my only nan."
"Your dad's mother." He reminded me. I shrugged.
"Never met her, she's dead last I heard."
"You are so much like your mother. Hardheaded, distrustful, stubborn little thing you are."
"Maybe that's because you were compliant in my Uncle and Aunts attempted murder in the name of some prophecy," I stood up. "Now if you'll excuse me sir I'll be on my way, back to class."
"Elenora." He beckoned as I turned around. "We cannot change a prophecy." I took a deep breath.
"We might as well try." I walked out. Minnie stood at the door, I collapsed into her.
"Oh that man and his words." She muttered. I took a shaky breath.
"I need to talk to dad." I told her. She nodded.
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I sat in mum and dad's little cottage, he brought a cup of tea to the living room.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"The mirror you guys gave me as a kid, who gave it to you?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Your mum's had it forever."
"Did she make it?"
"I figure."
"It was stolen and turned into Dumbledore." He tensed up. He tried to take a steady breath.
"Elenora, how could you let that happen?"
"I didn't! I woke up this morning and it was gone!" He sighed.
"You need to nip this prank thing. It's ridiculous."
"I haven't done anything!" He sighed again.
"Ellie, you make it so hard to believe you when your actions don't match your words." I laughed bitterly.
"I knew I shouldn't have asked you! I should have just gone to mum, at least I'm not just a marauder kid to her. Nothing I ever do makes you happy!"
"El-" I stood up, shaking my head.
"No, don't tell me that's not true. I'm top of the class, I'm a prefect for Merlin's sake! But all you see are the pranks!"
"You're your mother!" He exclaimed. It knocked all the wind out of me. He'd never said it like that. It wasn't mean, but it surely wasn't nice.
"I keep hearing that like it's such a bad fucking thing! Someone, please, tell me why that's so bad!"
"I see none of myself in you, Ellie, and that terrifies me. Your mother, I love her endlessly, but she was so impulsive, so careless at your age."
