Unforgettable

Broken Promises

*pic of mirror of Erised*
*the Mirror of Erised by Riddle TM-background music*
Setting: winter holiday now over, all students have returned to Hogwarts but the classes don't start back up again till the following day & students are doing whatever as they enjoy the free day before being loaded up with homework; Scorpius wanders around the school in a daze-not talking to anyone & avoiding them all...

    Much like his father, Scorpius's mind is turmoil with his mother's death & the secrets she kept from him; he received his inheritance her left her: another ring, a letter & her wand that once belonged to one of the four school founders. His mind completely swarmed within his own dazed thoughts, he somehow ends up lost on the ever changing moving stair case upon regaining his sense at the start of their movement. He stands firm until they stop changing before he starts climbing again-only to find himself before a door at the when he reaches the landing. He looks around his surroundings, looks down at the various floors and moving staircase; he starts counting the floors till he reaches where he stand & falls in shock upon finding himself on the third floor. The floor students weren't permitted to go for the sake of their own safety due to the fact that the items kept there are consider dangerous. Not wanting to get to caught & having to wait for the stairs to move back so he could leave, he goes through the door-that for some reason, is unlocked.

     He looks around the dark, dimly light room but sees nothing but an empty dangerous room with a single item covered by a sheet standing within it. His curiosity peeked, he slowly walks toward the sheet covered item; his hand ever so slowly moving towards the sheet until he's gripping it. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he pulls the sheet firmly off the item with great force-finding a mirror upon the sheet hitting the floor. He slowly circles it, taking in its appearance: the stone like feet holding it up, the gold frame incasing it & the funny writing across the top...

"erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi," he struggles to read, "what's that even mean?"

     His eyes scan over the words before they fall the looking glass itself & staring into it, suddenly he begins to think he's gone mental as he sees his mum's image within it-looking back at him has he once knew her, with her familiar warm smile & loving eyes. Her image standing behind him, her arms wrapped around him as if hugging him from behind & kissing his head before gently resting her chin upon it. His rage towards her starts to wage within him as he backs away from it slowly, backing towards the door, readying to leave. He stops once his hand is wrapped around the doors handle & turns to look back at the storage mirror that shows not only his, but his mother's reflections as well. His blood now boiling, he lets go of the handle & takes angered strides towards the mirror till he is an inch from it; he pounds his fist against it in his anger, before stepping back slightly...

"Why?" He starts in a whisper, "WHY?!"

"..." he is met by silence

"WHY DID YOU KEEP SECRETS FROM ME?!" He yells, "LIE TO ME MUM?!"

"..." the image of her in the mirror says nothing to him but her happy expression drops to a sad one

"TO FATHER?!" He goes on, "...to everyone..."

     He goes quiet as the image of his mum moves, her face still saddened from his words & the volume of truths they speak; her image holds out the two rings she left him within her hand. The one that had been his inheritance, she closes her hand around it, as well as her eyes, turns it thrice in her hand & a ghostly image appears; an image of young girl appears: blond hair & the eyes of his father...a girl he'd never met or seen before. The ghostly girl soon vanishes from view as the ring vanishes from his mum's hand & she shows him the family crested ring, a strange red stone appears in her other hand as well. He recognizes the stone as one he read about in the muggle books about his uncle, the philosopher's/sorcerer's (whatever you wanna call it) stone created by Nicholas Flemmel (idk how to write it). Her image holds the ring & stone next to each other, then holds a finger to her lips as to swear him to secrecy with a serious look upon her face as if warning him in her silence.