Chapter One: The Mirror

AN: Hey so this is my first fan fiction so I'm kind of new at this although I have a lot of ideas. I've written many stories before, but this is the first one I'm publishing! Please review so I have an idea of what you guys are looking for. Thanks for the help!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did it wouldn't be famous.

Snape reached out as if to grab something that wasn't there.

Harry, concealed under his invisibility cloak, slowly moved back, holding his breath so as not to be heard.

Snape's hand closed, oblivious to the fact that Harry was just out of his reach.

Harry quickly and quietly moved into an abandoned classroom and locked the door behind him.

He sat down an immediately knew that something was out of place. He looked around and a large mirror in the back of the room confirmed his suspicions.

'I wonder what this is?' The curious 11 year old boy thought to himself.

Slowly, Harry approached the mirror until he was standing in front of it. Then to his surprise, to adult figures appeared before him, one man and one woman. "Mom?" Harry said, looking at the woman. Lilly looked at him and nodded her head while smiling. "Dad?" he asked James Potter, and the man nodded his head. Harry looked behind him, but saw nothing. He turned back to the mirror and looked at his parents. This was the happiest he ever felt, being able to see his parents in a mirror, rather than a quick glance in the flashbacks he experienced.

Then, his mom stepped to the side, and Harry saw someone in the distance. He turned around, but saw no one there. He then looked back at the mirror he saw the person was moving closer to him. He was able to make out more and more of the person. He noticed that it was a young girl, about his age. She had red hair and brown eyes, and soon he could make out the freckles that were on her face. She was wearing regular muggle clothing, jeans and a tee-shirt. Soon she was standing next to him and she put her arm around Harry's shoulders. Harry thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire life. He felt her arm on his shoulders, but when he looked back there was no one there.

He knew he had seen her before, but he couldn't remember where. She sat down on the ground, and followed her example. He looked at his parents, who were still standing, and they smiled and nodded at him as if in approval. He wrapped his arms around his knees, and the girl rested her arm on his shoulders again. Harry wished he could return the gesture, but when he tried, he only felt air. Sighing, he put his hands back to their original position on his knees. As if seeing his disappointment, the girl rested her head on his shoulders, and Harry felt the comfort that was intended for him.

If only he could remember who she was.

Then an idea came to him.

"Harry where are we going?" The half-awake Ron Weasley wondered as they entered the class room. "I told you Ron," Harry said as he threw off the cloak, "There's this mirror that shows my parents and someone else, but I don't know who she is!"

"Oh ok you could have said that before."

"I DID!"

"You did?"

"YES! Now stand here."


"Now do you know who she is?"

Ron looked into the mirror for a moment, then his eyes widened in pleasure and a smile formed on his face.

"Harry look! I'm the Quiditch team captain! And we just won the cup! I look good." he said sentimentally. "Oh and That's Hermi..." Ron stopped and a blush formed on his face, almost matching his hair.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Nothing Ron said, looking back at Harry.

"Harry, do you think this mirror shows the future?"

"How can it?" replied Harry, "My parents are dead."

Every night, Harry would sneak out and come to this room, and look into the mirror. Some nights is would show just his parents, sometimes just the girl. Both times he experiences pure joy.

After about a month, Professor Dumbledore was watching Harry as he sat in front of the mirror.

"Harry." Dumbledore whispered to him.

Jumping up, Harry turned around and stared at the headmaster.

"I'm sorry sir." Harry said quietly.

"Sorry? Harry there is nothing to be sorry for. You have discovered one of the few things that can help us understand ourselves better."

"I'm sorry sir. I don't know what you mean."

"You see Harry," Dumbledore replied with a twinkle in his eye, "This mirror shows us what we desire the most. By using this mirror, you will be able to dig deeper into your soul and find out how to live a better life. By showing us our greatest desire, we are able to see where our heart lies."

"So, when I see my parents, how can that help me?" Harry asked, deciding to keep the girl a secret.

"That is for you to decide, Harry. Only you can choose your destiny. I can help guide you, but you must figure it out for yourself."

'I hate when he speaks in riddles.' Harry thought to himself.

"This mirror will be being moved somewhere else tomorrow morning, Harry. Its location will be kept a secret though I am sorry to say." The Professor explained.

"Why is that, Professor?"

"I'm sorry to tell you Harry, but it has a greater need now. That is all I can say."

"Yes sir."

Dumbledore smiled, and started to walk out of the room.

"Sir," Harry called out after him, "what is you don't know what your greatest desire is?"

"Well Harry," Dumbledore chuckled to himself, "If I am correct, you have seen it before, but at the time you didn't know you desired it. This only happened when you will desire that thing the next time you see it."

"I'm sorry?"

"The next time you see this desire, you will know, Harry."

This left Harry pondering. Where had he seen the beautiful red haired girl that kept showing up?

Harry was about to leave, when he realized that this might be the last time he sees his parents again.

He turned around and sat on the ground in front of the mirror. Both his parents and the girl showed up at the same time for the first time in a month.

And then he knew that it wouldn't be the last time he would see the mirror.