The girl that couldn't be sorted (Year 1)

The mirror

After the weird conflict I went to the room I was placed in when I didn't have a house and I went sitting on the bed that was placed in the middle of the room. I sunk into my thoughts about what just happened, regretting every word I said but also thinking about my prophecy. How the hell am I going to destroy the world? I'm just eleven years old... And why me, I'm never gonna do that right? I can't even break a small stick of a tree so I can't break the world, right...?

While I was drowning in my thoughts I didn't notice that a boy came in.
"What are you doing here?! You're not allowed here!"

I could hear he was furious and I got up as quickly as possible
"I'm sorry I - I..."
Wait.....
"You're not allowed here either... What are you doing here?"

"'I - I was... Getting that bed out of here. But that doesn't matter... Ehhh... Get out now!"

"Okay sorry I'll leave"
Liar... There was something in that room I didn't know about. But I didn't care, I needed to know what he was hiding from me...

I walked out of the room but waited around the corner. My body was listening. Voldemort probably didn't care about this, did he? I tried to talk but it remained silent, maybe he's interested in this after all.

Then I saw the boy walking out of the room and then walking in again. As I walked up to the room, the door disappeared.

"No luck? Haha, oh I almost forgot to introduce myself, Barnabas the Barmy. The best knight in the world. Why are you looking at me like that? You've seen talking portraits before right?" A random portrait said.

"Of course I've seen talking portraits, this whole castle is filled with them. Now tell me how to get in here!"
I got scared of myself. No, not myself it's Voldemort.

"You can only get in there if you really need to." Barnabas said.

I focused on the point where the door just disappeared. I needed to find out what that boy was up to. After some minutes the door appeared and I rushed inside. The bed was gone. It was an empty room. I could hear the boy talking.

"..is really at our school. Can you believe it? In the same year as me! I hope he wants to be friends. I haven't really made friends yet."

I walked further to see who he was talking to. It was a mirror. The boy saw me and stared at me for some time. I wanted to ask why he was here but couldn't. The Dark Lord wasn't interested in that kind of stuff, but then why was I here? 

"What's that mirror called?" I asked the boy.

Why does He want to know that? Since when is the Dark Lord interested in mirrors?

"It says The mirror of Erised, it shows me my parents."

I walk up to the mirror. It shows me something wonderful. I could see a bird flying above Hogwarts. Doing whatever they want. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Then suddenly the ground exploded and the bird flied away.

"The mirror of Erised shows what you most desire right boy? So why doesn't that show up."

"My name is Neville and it should show what you most desire, yes."

I walked out of the room feeling pissed. Voldemort didn't just curse me. He was looking for something and whatever it  was, this mirror had something to do with it. 

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