It wasn't his first visit in the particular room.

Inside was very special object. The Mirror of Erised.

And Ronald Weasley spent another hours in front of it.

When he was about to leave, he heard soft voice behind him.

"You can not see what you really want in this mirror."

It was Albus Dumbledore, standing in the corner of the same room.

Ron tried to think about some excuse, but nothing came to his mind. It was, after all, past midnight.

"Many people wasted their lives because of this mirror. Do you have any idea as to why?"

Ron tried to think about it, but he was really nervous. "I . . .well . . .not really, Professor Dumbledore. I am kinda nervous right now."

Dumbledore chuckled lightly. "Understandable . . . understandable indeed." He mused. The old headmaster finally walked from his place in the corner and stopped right in front of the mirror. He looked at the reflection briefly, and a flash of sadness crossed his face.

He turned back to Ron. "Many people spent in front of the mirror all their lives, simply because the things they saw were impossible to reach."

Ron nodded thoughtfully.

"But I rather suspect it is not your case."

Rhetorical question.

"Many people also spent their whole lives trying to achieve things they saw, only to find, in the end, that those things did not bring them happines. Or peace. Or anything worthwhile." He shook his head sadly.

"You see, what you really want are certain feelings, Ronald. However, this mirror only shows you things you think will bring you those feelings." He paused for a moment.

"Alas, sometimes what we think we want, is not what we really want."

Dumbledore chuckled again at Ronald's confused face.

"It might not make sense for you right now, but think of it tonight, Mr. Weasley. And please, do not seek this mirror again." He added needlessly.

"Yes sir. Thanks." With that, Ron left the room and turned in the direction of Gryffindor tower.

"Oh, and Mr. Weasley!" Dumbledore called him once again.

Ron swore silently, awaiting the loss of points or a detention. He turned. "Yes sir?"

"Have a good night." And with that, Dumbledore vanished.

Ron exhaled deeply.

It was the last time he visited the room.