Mirror of Erised

Magnus's POV (second year)

This year has officially topped it off as the worst year.

Why did the hat put me in Slytherin, I know it's not that big of a deal because I have Ragnor in my year, but have you seen the 3rd Year twat, I mean Malfoy.

He has more darkness in his body than I have in my little finger, you know.

Everyone knows that his father was a death eater, my father and his father knew each other quite well, until my father got arrested for plotting to sabotage Diagon Alley with Death eater recruitment forms, which doesn't seem so bad if you ask me, but he then used the Imperio curse on an administrative of the Ministry of Magic, and he was caught and sentenced to 20 years in Askaban.

I hope he rots in there.

He's always lurking round like a bad smell, and he radiates cunning schemes in the common room, especially that one time,

"I'm rather fond of Lightwood, you know the well built hazel eyed wonder, there seems to be more about him than he is letting on and I would really like to know him more, he barely even speaks in class; when he does his voice sounds like an angel, he has the looks of an angel; are you ignoring me Raphael?"

Raphael had the cheek, mid way through my conversation to start playing with his wand, making many objects levitate around the room, which was funny, unless you were one of the older ones who banged their head against the battered, ancient book that was in a rather peculiar place of the middle of the common room.

Afterwards I was walking through the corridor when I heard a sound come from the closet.

"Ha ha, wait until my father hears about this, oh sweet innocent Bane pouring his heart out over the second year brainbox, he'll tell me you're the spawn of the earth, no-one will want to sit next to the gay kid who couldn't keep it in his pants"

"Actually I'm Bisexual, but you'd be too stuck up your father's arse to even understand the meaning of the word"

I replied smugly, Draco surprisingly wasn't too bothered about my sudden appearance.

"How dare you have the cheek to stand up to me, Bane. Crabbe, Goyle, seize him"

I tried to duck underneath their grubby arms, however they seized me and threw me vigorously against the wall, leaving me breathless. Crabbe and Goyle taking a firm, vicious hold of my wrists and pining them above my head, rendering me useless, with my warlock magic minimal I couldn't produce enough energy to push the oafs back.

"I will make you pay for this"

I closed my eyes, as Malfoy shouted,

"Crucio"