Harry woke up in a cold sweat. His nightmares were back. Sighing and attempting to control his heart rate, Harry untangled himself from his covers, and left the room in search for a quiet place that wouldn't disturb any sleeping Weasleys.
After walking down three sets of stairs, Harry decided to make himself a cup of tea, and take solitude in the quiet storage room of the Burrow.
Sitting on an old crate, the sixteen year old boy peered curiously around the room. He spotted nothing other than multiple boxes, some old toys, and a tall object covered in a white sheet. It was normal, Harry knew, to keep things in a storage room covered. This particular object however, felt compelling and strangely familiar, giving off somewhat of an eerie atmosphere.
Abandoning his mug of tea, Harry slowly and cautiously made his way to the tall object. His arm inched upward until he could feel the cool fabric of the cover beneath his fingers. Steeling himself for whatever may be underneath, Harry yanked off the sheet, revealing the biggest surprise of the summer.
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The Mirror of Erised
FanfictionSet during the summer before sixth year. Harry sees the mirror again and Fred and George find out what his deepest desire is. Ginny.
