Mosag Snape and the Sorcerer's Stone

Mirror of Erised

It was a few more days after Christmas that things happened again.

Daisy had enjoyed her Christmas presents. Mosag's gifts, as well as gifts from the Golden Trio. Even if Hermione's gift was just Hogwarts: A History. Mosag had been given her own copy too-

(Apparently Mosag has sent Hermione a book. One she'd found in the Room of Hidden Things. Daisy was pissed she herself hadn't come up with that lazy idea. It would've been great.)

-which the girl had poured over the past few days. Mosag had found a lot of cool shit that Daisy had tuned out. Her sister was a geek, Daisy needed to be able to tune her out to survive!

But whatever. Point is the following days after Christmas were boring.

Daisy was fucked up when she was bored.

She had considered stealing the Invisibility Cloak a lot...for fun in various ways she wasn't allowed to have fun until puberty...if she didn't think she'd get caught by Mosag.

Then murdered.

Then brought to life.

Then murdered again.

Daisy would rather not repeatedly die.

She sat in Gryffindor Common Room. She was toying her switchblade in her hands.

She wondered if there was a way to sneak into the Forbidden Forest...

Two Gryffindors ran past her. Daisy barely noticed them if not for them yelling.

"Daisy! Go get Mosag!" Harry cheered. "I have something to show you lot!"

Daisy shrugged. She put her stuff down, going upstairs to get her dormmate.

==MSSS==

Daisy beamed at the mirror, puffing her chest in pride.

Now things were exciting.

Like, come on? How much cooler could it be than the Mirror of Erised?

Maybe it'd give her some ideas to be less bored. Even back Home she would've found something to do by now. Mosag had been so swept up in her books she'd forgotten to give Daisy something to do.

(And if Daisy wasn't given at outlet, then someone would need to get Hagrid tissues because Daisy was so bored.)

Harry ran to the mirror. "Come on. Come. Come look, it's my parents!" He waved his arms at the mirror.

Daisy watched as the mirror's screen whirled about. Like an old movie projector that needed a kick to start working again.

"I only see me." Ron remarked.

"I see me too." Daisy remarked. She twisted about, seeing her reflection moving also.

It was her real body- the teenager one with black hair. Granted Darcy had never seen clothes like that before, a tight black vest exposing her chest and tighter black jeans. The true Darcy was standing in a large room, the walls lined up with severed heads that still leaked blood onto the floor. Darcy herself was surrounded by the sprawled out bodies of men- mostly lovers with a few headless bodies among them. In the further distance behind Darcy, she saw Morgan. Morgan looked happy, she was applauding at Darcy.

She saw a man by Morgan's side. Not Thorax- Daisy could guess that Thorax would puke if he ever saw this room. But the man by Morgan's side wasn't a love interest or a fling or anything like that.

Daisy really wanted that man with them.

She had liked him...even knowing the truth.

Huh...and the man was applauding Darcy too.