Sky full of stars {Harry Potter Fanfiction}

11. Post Christmas Haze

After my strange encounter with Elijah and the mirror, I spent the night in my Hufflepuff dorm, where I let myself have another cry about what happened with Fred. Why was life to unfair to me to give me powers that others would want to steal for themselves?

But because I'm my mother's daughter, I didn't cry again on Boxing Day. I went back up to Gryffindor tower where Fred acted like nothing had happened (which broke my heart) Sasha kept scowling at me, and George warily looked on.

But the awkward situation was at the very back of my mind when Harry and Ron invited me to their dorm room. Harry was practically buzzing with excitement.

"Last night I snuck out with the cloak," he said. "I found this awesome mirror—and I saw my parents in it!"

He must have gone after Elijah and I were there—if Harry saw us, he wasn't letting on. "I found it, when I was wandering around last night, too." I added.

Ron's eyes widened. "So it shows you your family?"

"No—"I began, but Harry cut me off.

"Really? I'd like to see your parents Harry!"

I groaned. Boys never listened when they were required to. I tried pleading my case again, but they ignored me. Figuring they would work out what I did when in the room, I agreed to go with them that evening after lights out.

It was a thrilling feeling being under the invisibility cloak, which was as soft as silk and even provided warmth on a very cold December night. The three of us fitted comfortably under as we weren't particularly tall, and headed off in search of the mirror.

But it wasn't as fun when we ended up wandering around the castle for almost an hour without any luck. Even with the warmth of the cloak and my Weasley jumper, my fingers were starting to feel numb and the boys were beginning to get cross.

"Let's forget it," Ron whined. "It's freezing out here."

"I second that," I added.

Harry glared at the both of us. "I know it's down here somewhere, don't give up!"

Thankfully after another five minutes I recognised a painting and the door, and we found the room with the mirror once more.

Harry looked thrilled as he stared into the mirror, and I wondered how difficult it was for him to see parents he knew he could never meet. It was hard enough for me seeing my father—and he was alive.

Once again, I found myself wiping at tears from my eyes. I'd never known myself to cry so much. Tonight I noticed that I shared my button nose with my dad, and a slight dimple on our chins. These details carved out a deep hollow feeling, and I needed to look away.

Ron's reaction was different to ours, however. "Wow—I'm head boy! And I'm Quidditch captain!" his face glowed. "Maybe this mirror shows the future?"

Harry glared at him. "How can it when my parents are dead?"

The boys argued back and forth until I said loudly, "I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS!"

They fell silent and listened to me. "It shows what you most desire in the world. Harry, it shows you your parents. It shows my family, as obviously my dad is, um.... Away. Ron, you really want to be successful. That's what you desire."

Ron made a little 'oh' noise and turned back to the mirror. We stayed for another ten minutes, until we were almost caught by Mrs Norris, Filch's cat before we had to retreat.

The next day Harry was very subdued as he played wizard's chess. I could tell his mind was on the mirror, not the game. He lost very easily to Ron, who shared a look of concern with me.