Sophia Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter 16

I stared back into the mirror, not even trying to mask my shock. How could this be possible? My mind was in chaos as I stood, dumfounded, trying to decide what to do. Harry still hadn't moved although he looked like he was about to cry or smile, or both. I couldn't blame him, I wanted to do the same, with a significant amount of crying as well.
Because my parents were looking back at me. I recognized them from the limited amount of pictures Dumbledore had given me. My Mom's green eyes, my Dad's messy hair and glasses. And they weren't alone.
Harry and I weren't gone, but we weren't there either. We had been replaced with younger versions of ourselves, toddlers. My Mom was holding Harry and my father was holding me. Our scars were gone and we were smiling at each other. Suddenly, baby-me wiggled out of my Dad's arms and went to tackle Harry, but he was out of my reach. My mom smiled and put Harry on the ground, laughing when baby-me knocked him to the ground and we started to play.
I hadn't noticed but while I was watching the mirror I had slowly been inching closer to the mirror. Now, I was close enough to touch it. I reached out and placed my hand on the cold glass, right over my Mom's hand. "Mom," I whispered.
I know I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up, but I looked behind me, wishing it were real and not just some cruel illusion. Feeling a tear run down my face, I turned to wipe it off but more fell. My silent tears didn't make the situation better, for me or for Harry.
I felt his arms wrap around me from behind as his chin came to rest on my shoulder. "You see them too?"
"Yeah, I do." My voice broke on the last word and Harry enveloped me in a hug.
After a while of standing we sat on the floor, still hand-in-hand looking at our parents. I couldn't help but think that if my family had been a normal wizarding family, or even Muggles, than this could have been our life. All together and happy. With no Voldemort.
"Look at how happy we are," I said, pointing at the toddler versions of ourselves.
"What?" Harry asked.
I turned to look at him, "The kids."
"I don't see any kids."
I scanned his face, but he didn't seem to be joking. "The kid versions of us. They look so happy."
"What do you mean? I only see our parents."
Not wanting to let this bring down my mood, I quickly decided that it didn't matter and waved it off. If it was important, then we would worry about it later. Right now, all that mattered was being together as a family.
As we sat there I realized with a start that this was the first time I had really felt complete. Yeah, when I first met Harry it had strengthened me, but not totally. This was the first time I had felt a hundred percent right.
At some point in time we must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I was laying draped sideways over Harry and he was trying to shake me awake.
"Sophia, get up," he said.
"Noooo. Leave me alone, its too early," I whined.
"We're going to be late for breakfast, and everyone will be wondering where we are."
"No," I repeated with an air of finality.
"We can come back to visit them tonight. Plus, we need to sleep. Tomorrow, people will be coming back from the break."
I had totally forgotten about my parents. The thought brought redness to my cheeks. How could I have forgotten something so important so quickly? I jumped up and turned to look at the mirror. My parents were there again, but the toddlers they were holding were now asleep in my parent's arms. I longed to have felt that comfort when I was young.
Forcing myself to look away, I turned to Harry, "Fine. We can leave, but we're coming back tonight."
As we walked down to the main hall I couldn't help but think about what life could have been if Voldemort had never targeted my family with his cruelty. Harry and I taking our "first day of school" pictures on the front steps of our house. Dad and I going to the Father-Daughter Dance. All of us going out to dinner to celebrate getting our Hogwarts emission letters. What it could have been.
We stopped by the Gryffindor common room to tidy up before going down to breakfast. I showered and put on a clean pair of jeans and a green T-shirt Harry had given me for Christmas.
Before we headed off again I checked the time on the clock. 10:30. We had half an hour to get down there and eat before all the food mysteriously disappears. Literally, disappears. We started to walk down to the Great Hall when Fred and George Weasley catapulted around the corner. George caught himself in time, but Fred slammed into me and we both fell to the ground.
I picked myself off of the ground and fixed a glare on Fred. "What the heck?" However, my anger didn't last long. Fred was grinning from ear-to-ear and I could hear George's snickering from behind me. "What?"
Only then did I see that they were each holding a neatly wrapped package. I instantly recognized the gaudy bow on top of the gift. I groaned. "Please tell me that's not what I think it is."
"Oh, it's that, all right," George said, not being able to contain a laugh.
"What are they?" Harry asked.
"Presents from Mom," Fred said handing me a gift wrapped in red and orange paper. I opened it up and took out an emerald green sweater with a white "S" in the middle of it. I looked over to see that Harry had gotten a similar blue sweater with a gold "H". Surprisingly, mine was sorta pretty this year, just a little bit.
"I like it, surprisingly," I said. You could notice the indecision in my tone.
"Well, I love it," Harry said, "Tell your Mom thank-you for me."
"Will do," the Twins said, and after a quick salute they were off.
Harry and I quietly chuckled and with that, we were off to breakfast.