Harry Potter's sister ~~~ Fanfiction

mirror of erised part11

Harry had just escaped from Filch, Snape and Quirrell. He was now standing in an almost empty room with a mirror. He approached it and cried out at what he saw. He quickly checked to make sure no one was coming. It seemed Filch and the Professors had moved on.

Harry looked again. He was standing there, but he was not alone. Emma was there too. She and him were holding hands. Behind them were older versions of the siblings. The older Harry behind the younger Emma and the older Emma behind the younger Harry. They were exactly the same as the younger versions, except they seemed to have swapped eye colour.

Harry's heart clenched so hard, a lump expanded in his throat and became thicker as the seconds ticked by and his eyes began to leak.

"Mum?" he croaked "Dad?"

They nodded. So this was James and Lily Potter. These were the parents that died to protect their children.

Harry was crying freely now. He couldn't remember the last time he cried, he'd always been strong... to protect Emma. To protect Emma.

"I remembered what you told me" said Harry "I've kept Em' safe. As safe as I can anyway. We're not exactly... We don't really get on with your sister Mum. From the sounds of things I guess you didn't either. I really miss Emma. I really miss you. Both of you. I love both of you. So much. I hope that you can hear this, even if it isn't really you".

"I'm sure your parents know full well how much they love you".

Harry spun around, through the tears still leaking out of his eyes he could make out Professor Dumbledore.

"Your sister too, and I'm sure they all know how much you love them in spite of that mirror". Dumbledore was not smiling, he looked very sad.

Not just sad though he looked... almost... ashamed.

"I am sorry that you came across this mirror Harry. It seems out of all of those who have come across it, you have emerged at the worse end of the spectrum. Do you know what this mirror shows?"

Harry turned back to the mirror "It shows my family... I would gu...guess that it has something to do with it?" Harry shakily spoke.

Dumbledore approached and stood next to him. "I shall give you a clue. The happiest man on earth would see himself standing exactly as he is".

"S...so it show us what we want. Whatever we want, or" he looked at the mirror version of his sister "who is most dear to us?"

"Yes Harry It shows us what we most desire: nothing more, nothing less. The Mirror of Erised." He indicated the inscription.

Harry looked up at it but he didn't care about deciphering it. All he wanted was his sister with him, not just because he missed her, but so she could see this too.

"Harry this mirror gives us neither knowledge nor truth. People have wasted away in front of it, even gone mad. The mirror will be moved to a new home in a few days, and I must ask you not to go looking for it."

Harry didn't look at Dumbledore. For a few seconds he just kept breathing in and out. Then "You're wrong Professor, this Mirror has shown me the most important thing in the world".

Dumbledore actually looked surprised.

"I now know what they looked like. I don't need this mirror to see them. I now know that my face is the same as Dad's and that if I want to see Mum's face again I just need to look at Emma. But all the same, I just wish I could show her this."

Dumbledore looked at the young 11-year-old boy. "Perhaps you are right Harry, should you ever see this mirror again you will be prepared. But I must ask you not to go looking for it all the same".