I remember writing this a year ago... A Draco seeing the Mirror of Erised HeadCanon: The owl got me nothing but sadness and tears. The letter it brought back had words of abuse and torture from my father, and it did nothing to reduce the heat of the fire now burning in my heart. The fire began as I first realized that all rumors were true, yes The Boy Who lived, was back in the Magical World, but he was also in my year. And all father wanted from me was to defame Harry and make a name of my own. But so far, all my advances were being extinguished. The news of failure all but fueled in fathers heart, and made him hate me more. It did no good that mother was still there, trying to show that she truly loved and cared. All I could think was, father must be proud, and I will make him. As I walked into the lonely, dark and cool hallways hoping to catch Harry up to his mischief, I heard a shuffling sound from the opposite end. Scared to be caught and the fear of failing again in fathers eyes, I quickly sought a hiding place in a disused classroom. Once assured that no one else was in the room, I let myself breathe calmly and let my eyes wander. The room was nothing extra ordinary, in fact it was far from being usual too. In the four corners, tables and chairs rest unmoved covered in an inch of dust, along with the chandelier now lit dimly. The only thing standing out of this gloomy classroom, was a 4-ft wide and about 6-ft tall mirror which stood in the middle of the class. It had a bronze frame which shone rather glossily. Attracted to it like opposite ended magnets, I walked towards it, only to gasp in surprise. Looking back, assuring I was alone yet again, I stared into the mirror. It showed not just me but my father too, and that scared me to hell. I walked closer, an attempt to try to make sense, and was face to face with a warm innocent and loving smile. I knew I was dreaming, my father would never look at me like that. The view before me shook me, and it brought back all those tears I kept at bay. I wish my father really looked at me like this. The pampered looked, the smile which showed me he cared and loved. His eyes shining with pride for me. I wanted it all. Did this mirror show the future? Tears fell down at my feet, and I tried to stop. Looking everywhere but at the reflection, the words engraved on the mirror enchant me.Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. I read, but did not make any sense. Before I could try to decipher the code, footsteps running towards the classroom shook me awake from my awake dream, and I ran to hide behind the mirror. The door open and closed, as if it was caused by nothing, but the invisible air shook alight, and Harry and Ron appeared from the thin air, gripping at a cloak. Can you see all your family standing around you? said Harry. No - Im alone - but Im different - I look older - and Im Head Boy! replied Ron. What? I am - Im wearing the badge like Bill used to - and Im holding the house cup and the Quidditch cup - Im Quidditch captain, too! I stared at Harry, as his eyes glazed over the mirror, the tears threatening to fall from his eyes, and at this point of time, I truly wished I didnt have to be better than him, he has had enough to lose, and his faith shouldnt be taken from him. Not anymore. ~ Siriusly.Loony.Hedwig
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 19:30:53 +0000
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