Eriseds

Chapter 2

Year 7

The hustle and bustle of the first day never changes, even after six years, Camille found herself in a whirlwind of emotions. She walked down the familiar stairs to the Slytherin dungeon. The common room was full of students, mostly first years lugging in a hoards of trunks. Being a 7th year, she knew to bring only the essentials, which she usually kept in a bag in the back of her closet at home in London. "Seventh Year Girls Dorm" was posted in the largest part of the dungeon. Every girl couldn't wait until it was the last year at Hogwarts just because of the dormitory.

Walking into the room, it far surpassed her expectations. Huge windows covered the walls, black four post beds draped with satin canopies and emerald green bedding. The best part was each bed was sectioned with roll away walls. Girls were moving and resectioning walls to create makeshift apartments. Total privacy was something they had never had at their time in the enchanted school.

Camille plopped her two duffle bags onto her bed, a wooden "C" embellished the headboard. Two other girls had already placed wall dividers to her left and right. All she had to do was move hers in front of her bed, creating four walls.

Soon the first duffle bag was empty and the second wasn't far behind. Digging in, her hand found something unexpectedly cool and solid. Adjusting her grip on the object, she remembered exactly what it was. Pulling it out by the handle, she was careful to avoid looking into the face of the hand held mirror.

Two years ago she'd carried a shard of glass back to the Slytherin dorm to avoid getting Fred into trouble. Sitting in front of the fireplace, she quickly learned the shard was from a mirror.

Camille spent the last two months of her fifth year researching the strange object. The shard was a piece broken from an enchanted mirror that reflected one's deepest desires. The most famous of these mirrors was noted to be tucked away safely at Hogwarts. Of course, she wasn't sure if Fred had been responsible for destroying the famous mirror or if a copy cat of the mirror had been broken. All Camille knew was that each time she looked into the mirror, she would almost always see the same thing.

She grazed her thumb over the silver etched snake on the back of the hand held mirror that she'd been able to recut and place the shard into an older broken handheld mirror shell. Biting her lip, she let herself submerge into the memory of how she learned the magic of the mirror.

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** listen to the song "Eyes on Fire" by Blue Mountain while reading this**

Year 5

The night she brought the shard to the Slytherin common room, she barely glanced at it to check her hair. When she placed the mirror on her lap, she swore she saw a tuft of red hair in the reflection. Feeling the hairs on her arm rise, she felt as if she were being watched. She looked in the mirror, a small faced, green eyed girl with chestnut hair always looked back at her. She took a deep breath as she raised her arm to look into the mirror. She almost let the shard of glass fall to the floor because next to her face was red hair and outline of a boy's face. Quickly, she jumped to her feet, checking behind her chair, calling out for whomever to show themselves. When she was met with silence, she placed the shard of glass on the mantle above the crackling fire. She stood back to get as much of her body in the reflection as she could. For a moment, she only saw her torso. Hands on hips in the same outfit she was wearing, but then slowly, the outline of another figure appeared. As if building particle by particle, Fred Weasley appeared at her side. Camille once again looked around the room, finding she was still alone. Then her image in the mirror began to move, no longer mimicking her movements. Mirror version of Camille now embraced Fred in her arms, he doing the same in return. He kissed her and held her. The pair wrapped in each others arms, embracing and kissing. She held her fingertips to her lips. She couldn't pull away from watching her mirror self and Fred.