She smiled as the boy, the one called Harry Potter, swung his invisibility cloak over his shoulders and left the room. She did not know what he saw in the Mirror of Erised, but he was entranced by his visions, just as she was entranced by her own. She strode up to the mirror, releasing the spell that kept her invisible as she did so. A beautiful woman gazed back at her through the mirror. Tall and slender, but not withour he womanly curves, the woman was nothing short of perfection. She had dark brown hair that fell in waves to her waist and powerful hazel eyes. She turned her head, feeling along her cheekbone. Her face was delicate but entrancing, a more beautiful woman could not have existed. She was perfect, her nose delicate, her lips dainty but full. She wore simple clothes, yet her womanhood was obvious beneath the folds of gray cloth and her tiny waist only made her breasts seem larger. She was pure beauty, captured in human form.
Closing her eyes, the girl sighed. What she saw in the mirror was only an enhanced version of herself. She knew she would never be as beautiful as the she in the mirror. Yet she was drawn to it, she hungered for it every night. The beauty of the woman was her drug, and she knew she would return the next night, and the nights after for as long as she lived. With one last hungry stare at the woman in the mirror, the girl made herself invisible once more, and left.
Every time I read Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone, I think of this story! So I thought I would write it down, and if anybody has suggestions for a storyline, leave them in the comments! I will work in the ones I like the best :)
