Mirror of Erised

Mirror of Erised

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I show not your face but your hearts desire. This is probably already been made before, but I've started rewatching Harry Potter when the mirror was mentioned and I thought it seemed like a *inserts a more extensive word asides from good* idea. Deep down in your heart you have a desire, whether it be finding the love of your life, seeing a family member for the first time or even being a part of a social circle, there is desire in all of us. On a bitter winters evening, a fifth year student has found themself in an unusual part of Hogwarts, hidden away from the vibrant classrooms, crammed corridors and dorms are desolate, empty halls with thick layers of dust laid flat for the many unused years. To him this dark place has been his solitude, he sits looking at his reflection in a mirror. However, this is not like any normal mirror and he is not like any normal boy. All characters and places in this story belong to JK Rowling and Cassandra Clare. (I have decided to Publish this as one of my friends wants to read it)
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