𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 be asleep, but I started to read my new Pride and Prejudice book and I couldn't get enough of it, it's just way to good. I decide I've had enough of Mr. Darcy for one day, so I put hard-cover book on my end table and get under the warm covers. I was almost comfy but, I hear loud whispers outside that got me curious. I decide to investigate the source of the sound and hear Harry and Ron. "No, Ron!" Harry whisper-shouts. "I'm not going to try and wake up Evie, you heard her, she needs her sleep." "Come on. You're not scared of her, are you?" Ron sighs. "Well... a little." he comments. Ron scoffs, "Whatever you want to show me, I'm sure your love bug, Evie, would wanna see it." Wait... what? Did I hear that right? Does thee Harry Potter have a crush on Eveline Weasley, a 3rd class?

"Ron, don't say that, I have a... moderate crush on your sister." Harry confesses. "Harry, you like her, she likes you, just tell her mate." Ron says. There is a moment of pause, so I take this moment to think about what I just heard. I was just so stunned. Maybe I'm destined to be with Harry, match made in hell, as I'd say. To break this silence I open the door, "Hey, bro. Hey, HP." "Oh uh, hey Creepy." Harry silently mutters. "W─ what are you doing up?"

"...Oh you know the usual, slaying nice dreams so I can have 'nightmares' as you people call them." I joke. "No, I was just reading my Muggle book and tried getting to sleep, but I heard two dickheads outside my dorm door whispering." "You didn't hear anything, right?" Ron immediately answers. I think thoroughly about my actions, I either maintain my relationship with Harry, or I expose that I know how he feels and ruin our friendship... I'll go with option A.

"No... of course not." I answer with a fake smile, but real enough for the boys. "Now, where are you off to this fine hour?" "Come on, I'll show you." Harry states and we were off to an unknown place, invisibility cloaks over our heads.

***

𝐖𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 door and Harry opens and closes it for us. We tug off the cloak and Harry ushers us to a mirror. "Come on." he urges. "Come look, it's my parents!" We stop in front of the mirror and I only see the three of us. "I only see us." Ron states. "Same." I hum. "Look in properly." Harry persuades and drags Ron along to the middle. "Go on. Stand there." I move out of the way so Ron can see himself. His eyes widen. "You see them, don't you? That's my da-" "That's me!" Ron exclaims. "Only, I'm head boy... and I'm holding the Quidditch cup! And bloody hell, I'm Quidditch Captain too! I look good!"

"Evie, you try." Harry orders. "Yeah, I'll try." I murmur. I stand where Ron was stood and look into the mirror, and see something... truly mysterious.

I see Harry and me, just us, no one else, we were older, much much older. We were happy together, laughing, well I was laughing at a joke he said, and he was smiling at my features. Then these false copies of us kissed, a loving kiss is what they shared. What the hell did this mirror do? Did it show the future? "Earth to Eveline?" Ron cuts me out of my trance. "What?" I ask. "Did you see them?" Harry pushes for an answer. I take one look to the older Harry and me, and I frown, "No, sorry." "What do you see?" Ron questions.

I can't literally say, 'Oh yeah, just me and Harry looking more than friendly than we do now'. No, I can not say that. "Uh, I'm holding the house cup with the rest of Gryffindor." I lie. "Woah, Harry, do you think this mirror shows the future?" Ron asks. Bloody well hope not! Or do I? "How can it?" Harry pauses. "Both my parents are dead." I give him a sympathetic look and rub his shoulder. "We should get some sleep." I speak softly.

"Yeah..." Harry starts walking away and I look to Ron with an icy glare and nudge him. He gives me a shrug like he doesn't know what he did, I shake my head and follow the most famous boy in this school.

***

𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 day, and Harry just seems so distant. The rest of my family were in the great hall, as was Harry, but I was in the library reading my books. I would be in the common room, but considering there were about 11 people in there, it still was a bit rowdy, I kept reading the sentence 16 times, yes, I was counting. I sometimes caught myself off guard with last night coming into my head every now and then. I just couldn't shake the thought of it. I mean, me, having an actual family I built, with... the love of my life, as the mirror revealed.

I start to get bored of making attempts to read, so I decide to go see everyone in the hall. I get to the door and see Ron walking away from Harry in defeat, guess he tried getting him to look lively. I don't dare even try, it would end the same way Ron's persuasion did. As Ron sits down, he looks my way and gave me a 'I tried' look, I nod to him telling him it's okay. I need to sort this out, there's only one person who could get Harry to be... Harry again.

I go to McGonagall's office. "Professor McGonagall?" I say entering her room. "Yes, dear?" she smiles. "Please may I see Professor Dumbledore?" I politely request. "Of course, right this way." she gets up from her seat and guides me in a direction of a phoenix statue. "Sherbet Lemon." she casts onto the statue. Stairs appear making the only way up. I walk into Dumbledore's office, and see him sitting at his desk patiently. "Miss. Weasley." he greets. "What brings you here?"

"It's Harry." I remark without thinking. "Last night, he found a mirror, and says that he could see his parents in it, but when he got Ron and I there, we saw different things. Ron obviously saw himself as great things here, but me... I-" "Take the time you need." Dumbledore soothes. I nod and take a deep breath. "I saw Harry and I, but... older. It was different, we were different. The both of us weren't like how we were now, I suppose, as anyone else would put it, a couple. I just don't get what the mirror means."

"That mirror that Harry found..." Dumbledore gets up from his seat and moves towards me. "was the Mirror of Erised, more or less, it shows you your most deepest, most desperate desires of our hearts. Even if you don't know it yet, you would do anything to protect your loved ones, especially, Harry.""I can't be in love with him though, right?" I fret. "We're only 11 years old." "Love comes at any age, Evie, and in many shapes and sizes." Dumbledore answers. "You can't help who you fall in love with. 'Oh, to be young, and feel love's keen sting.'"

I giggle, "Just... promise me something please, sir." I sigh, he nods. "Move that mirror, so he can't find it again. I have every reason to believe he will go back to it again, and again." "I already planned that." he smiles, I beam back. "You may leave." I nod and exit his grand office.

***

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, and I just can't sleep. Harry went to go and see the mirror again, Ron told me he tried to persuade him to not see it again, but obviously failed. Right now, I'm sat on the sofa in the common room, staring into the crackling fire. I was trying so hard to stay awake, I just hope Dumbledore managed to persuade him to stay away from that mirror, or at least even moved it. I just can't believe that being with Harry was my deepest desire, like that is just insane, it was near enough hard to believe. Just when I was about to give up and literally fall asleep on the couch, I hear the door opening... Harry.

He comes around the corner and is shocked I'm still awake. "Evie?" he questions. "What are you doing still up?" "...Waiting for you." I hesitate. "Yeah, Dumbledore mentioned that you told him." he sighs sitting next to me. "Sorry, I was just worried you'd go mental." I try cracking a joke. He lets out a little chuckle, but then his face goes back to normal, "What did you actually see in the mirror?" I look at him in confusion, "What?" "I know that you didn't actually see us winning the house cup." he raises an eyebrow. "I─ I did see that." I lie. I can't say, 'Yeah I saw me and you in the future as a couple.'

"Come on, you can tell me." he tries. "I can't." I say barely above a whisper. "Huh?" he hums. "I can't say." I sigh. "It could ruin everything. I know that it shows us what our heart wants, and what I saw... terrified me, that's something coming from me." "I'm sure it wouldn't." he soothes and rubs my shoulder. I look to his hand and sigh, I stand up from the sofa and start to walk away. "It would." I mutter walking up the stairs.

I truly realise now that love come in all shapes and sizes.

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~𝓭𝔁𝓻𝓴𝓸𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓬~