I Hate You (Fred Weasley Story)

Chapter 18: Voices of the Mirror and Secrets Unspilled

Belle's POV

That night, when everyone was fast asleep, I pulled out the map from my backpack and slipped on my shoes. I walked down the stairs quietly, before crossing the hall to the boys dorm, quietly sneaking into Harry's dorm room and grabbing his invisibility cloak, throwing it over me before walking out of the tower and down the hall, much to the distress of the fat lady.

I was watching the map, laughing quietly to myself as I saw Snape and Quirrell walking toward me. I stopped as they walked around the corner and Snape shoved Quirrell against the wall, snarling.

"You do not want me as an enemy, Quirrell." Snape's voice still held the usual bored tone, even as he threatened Quirrell.

       Quirrell was stammering, trying to figure out what it was Snape wanted from him. I didn't wait to find out what he wanted. I quickly but quietly snuck toward a large oak door before opening it slightly and slipping in before closing it again quietly.

       I gasped as I threw off the cloak and walked toward a beautiful mirror. I stared into the mirror and saw a man and woman, both from my picture. I glanced at the woman. "Are you my mother?"

       The lady smiled happily at the recognition. She nodded.

       I glanced at the man, not wanting to fully look at him because of how he was in my nightmares. "And...my father?"

       I could practically hear his happy laughter. He placed his hand on my shoulder and I swear, I felt it, even though it was only a reflection of my head. I finally looked up at him. "Are you really my father?" He smiled softly and nodded. I looked between the two and smiled myself. "I miss you. I wish I could really meet you."

They only smiled. I backed away, needing to head back. "I will come visit again. Don't worry." They both waved and I waved back before walking back to the Gryffindor tower.

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The next night I sat in front of the mirror, smiling up at my parents. Suddenly a voice caressed my mind.

       "Belle Black. My daughter, my beautiful daughter. Come to me. Come see me in the underground room. My only daughter."

       I sat up. "Father?" I knew that it was my father because he was saying daughter, but it didn't sound like a calming voice. It sounded...evil and terrible.

"Come to me, my angel. Come see the father you thought you had lost."

I stood and started walking toward the voice, completely lost in a trance. But a voice broke me out of my state.

"Belle? Where on earth do you think you are going?" I turned and saw Dumbledore.

"Oh, hello professor. I was just...um...heading back to the Gryffindor commons." I replied.

Dumbledore looked at me thoughtfully before sighing. "Belle, I'm glad you took a liking to this mirror, but I am afraid it is being moved tomorrow and I have to ask you, and Harry for that matter, not to go looking for it again."

I frowned. Harry has found the mirror? "But sir, how does this mirror work? Both of my parents are dead...how can I see them?"

       Dumbledore smiled. "Ah, that is where you and Harry are alike, besides the birthdays of course. You both see your parents through the mirror. Most curious as to why...but this mirror is dangerous, Belle. Don't go looking for it again."

       I sighed and nodded. "Okay, Professor."

He nodded, content, before walking out, me following, completely forgetting about the voice. I walked up to the tower and into the girls dormitory room, falling into my bed and instantly falling asleep.