The Mirror of Erised
- Lectures 1,219
- Votes 36
- Chapitres 5
He looked into the glass, it had been 7 years since he had last seen it. Slowly his image shifted. It changed to a younger version of himself. And suddenly People slowly took form in the image behind him. Fred, Sirius, Tonks, Dumbledore, Cedric, All the other students who died in the wars. He reached out to touch it when he pulled his hand back. But it was to late. His finger had tapped the glass and the colors around him had started spiraling. Forcing his eyes to close. Suddenly his eyes snapped open. He was staring at an angled roof. He looked around and saw a light. As . He was back, Back to Privet Drive, Back to the Dursleys, And back to the cupboard under the stairs.
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