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An old soapstone sculpture, pale, rough to the touch. It is hard to say what sort of animal it is supposed to be. At one moment it looks like a lion; the next, a badger. The price on the attached tag is cheap, but it is clear that someone, somewhere, once cherished it dearly.

Ever since Neville heard the prophesy, he has wondered what life would be like if Harry were the Boy Who Lived. Would his little sister still be alive? Who would Neville be, without the relentless pressure, the guilty nightmares as Voldemort continued his second reign of terror?

Perhaps it is a Mirror of Spahrep, perhaps a careless wish that falls upon the wrong ears. Neville is snatched away, across a window darkly to a world whose fate doesn't rest on his shoulders, but Harry's.

Or does it?