Disclaimer: All Harry Potter Characters and Props belong to J.K. Rowing.
I only own the plot and Mary.
Chapter 1: Erised
Harry was standing in a rather large room. The room had a high ceiling which looked like the one in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Right now it looked like the night time sky. There was a full moon shining, and there were many stars out and bright. The walls were grey bricks. The floor had beautiful tiles. There were tall windows with red velvet curtains. Harry thought that he must be in some kind of castle. In one corner of the room stood a mirror. It looked very familiar to Harry. It was very tall and the frame was gold. It had two clawed feet. On the top of the mirror were the words Erised stra ehru oyt on wohsi. On the other side of the room was an arched doorway. Through the door came a lady. She appeared to be in her forties. She had long blonde hair and shining blue eyes. She was kind of squinting. On top of her head she had a wreath of lilac flowers. She was wearing light purple silk wizarding robes that matched the lilacs in her crown.
She walked over to Harry and said "I am Mary, the giver of Erised. I and my helpers have chosen you to receive the gift of Erised. Soon you will see a preview of the gift in a mirror. You will receive the gift by next year, when you will really need it. Remember this conversation, and tell nobody but Dumbledore." Then Mary turned to leave.
"Wait!" Harry said, "I don't understand. What is the gift?"
"You will see," said Mary not looking back at him.
As she reached the door, Harry asked, "Why have I been chosen?"
This time she turned around and smiled at him. "Because you are brave and unselfish. You have lost nearly everyone dear to you while fighting to save the world from the evil one. This gift will help you to fight to rid the world of that evil one. You will not be able to survive with out this gift. Finally, with out the help of me and my helpers, there is no way you would be able to receive the gift that we are giving you. It is getting late so I have to leave now. Remember you must tell Dumbledore, but no one else." She turned to leave again.
"Wait a minute." Harry said suddenly realizing something, "You said Erised. Did you mean like the mirror of Erised, as in the mirror I looked in during my first year at Hogwarts?"
"Yes," Mary said pointing to the mirror in the corner.
"Harry, get up now! HARRY!"
The room in the palace, around Harry started to fade away.
"Huh?" said Harry. He looked around. He was back in his bed room at number four, Privet Drive.
"HARRY! GET UP!" Aunt Petunia yelled.
"OK, I'm up already," Harry said. As he got dressed, he tried to remember the dream he was having. It was different than the other dreams he had. Most of them had something to do with Voldemort, now a days. If he was not dreaming about what Voldemort was planning, he was having a nightmare about Cedric Diggory or his godfather, Sirius, dieing. He preferred not to dream at all. This dream was different though. There was no Voldemort. Nobody died. All that happened was he talked with a lady who said he would get a gift.
"HARRY! GET DOWN HERE NOW AND FIX BREAKFAST!" yelled Aunt Petunia.
"I'm coming," yelled Harry, as he left his room.
Downstairs the kitchen was filled with presents. It was Dudley's birthday. Harry had completely forgotten.
Harry fixed the eggs and bacon. While he was cooking Dudley began to open his gifts. He got a new jacket, a bunch of clothes, a new TV, a computer, a VCR and DVD player. He also received a whole bunch of movies and computer games.
While they ate breakfast, they watched the news. The reporter was talking about how many people have mysteriously disappeared. "There is no reason to believe that these cases are connected" the news reporter finished. "Sure," thought Harry, "nothing to connect them except that they were all ordered by the same person, if you can call him that." Then another news reporter came on. "Here is a piece of good news after that last report. Many of you may remember that three years ago, the convicted murderer, Sirius Black, escaped from prison. We can all relax now because he has been caught," said the news reporter.
"What?!" Harry screamed, "Good news! You call that good news! He was innocent! He was not captured! He was killed!"
Aunt Petunia, Dudley, and Uncle Vernon looked at him in horror. They knew when he got mad he did magic.
"Sorry," said Harry settling down. He did not wish to be locked up in his room for another month, like normally happened when he got in trouble. He had watched Sirius Black, his godfather, get murdered at the end of last year by his own cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. Most people in the wizarding world believed that Sirius Black worked for Voldemort, so they did not care about his death, but Harry knew that he was framed. The news report brought back so many memories from the day Sirius was killed. Harry believed it was his own fault. If only he had studied Occlumency like everybody told him to. He also remembered being told that either he would end up killing Voldemort or Voldemort would kill him. He was just wishing the day would come soon. He just wanted to get it over with. He figured either way he would win. If he killed Voldemort he would have his revenge and rid the world of him once and for all. If he ended up getting killed, at least he would be with Sirius and his parents.
"Are you listening to me boy?" questioned Uncle Vernon, breaking Harry's train of thought.
"Huh?" said Harry.
"As I was saying, we are taking Dudley out to dinner for his birthday. You will be staying with Mrs. Figg." said Uncle Vernon.
"Whatever," said Harry. He really did not care anymore. Sure he was sixteen years old and still had to have a babysitter, but Mrs. Figg was the only person who knew he was a wizard, other than the Dursleys. She was not his favorite person to be around, but she was definitely the best out of this neighborhood. Her house smelled musty and she had way too many cats which she made Harry look at pictures of. Even though he dreaded this at least he would be away from the Dursleys.
That afternoon Harry walked over to Mrs. Figg's house. He had walked about two blocks from the Dursley's house when he noticed that there was a family moving into one of the houses. It appeared to just be a mother and a daughter. The daughter appeared to be Harry's age. She had shoulder length dark brown wavy hair. The mother looked oddly familiar. She had long blonde hair and appeared to be in her forties. She wore glasses. Harry could not think of where he had seen her. The daughter looked at Harry and smiled. Something in that smile reminded Harry of his godfather at Christmas time last year. She started walking toward him, but her mother said, "Come on Katelyn, you will have time to visit tomorrow.
"Yes mother," she called back and ran into the house.
The rest of the day was very boring. He told Mrs. Figg all about school. She forced him to look at pictures of her cats. He had seen these pictures so often before since she forced him to look at them every time he came over. Harry's mind kept wandering back to the mother and daughter he had seen earlier. "Who were they?" he thought "and where had he seen the mother before."
Harry was standing in a rather large room. The room had a high ceiling which looked like the one in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Right now it looked like the night time sky. There was a full moon shining, and there were many stars out and bright. The walls were grey bricks. The floor had beautiful tiles. There were tall windows with red velvet curtains. Harry thought that he must be in some kind of castle. In one corner of the room stood a mirror. It looked very familiar to Harry. It was very tall and the frame was gold. It had two clawed feet. On the top of the mirror were the words Erised stra ehru oyt on wohsi. On the other side of the room was an arched doorway. Through the door came a lady. She appeared to be in her forties. She had long blonde hair and shining blue eyes. She was kind of squinting. On top of her head she had a wreath of lilac flowers. She was wearing light purple silk wizarding robes that matched the lilacs in her crown.
She walked over to Harry and said "I am Mary, the giver of Erised. I and my helpers have chosen you to receive the gift of Erised. Soon you will see a preview of the gift in a mirror. You will receive the gift by next year, when you will really need it. Remember this conversation, and tell nobody but Dumbledore." Then Mary turned to leave.
"Wait!" Harry said, "I don't understand. What is the gift?"
"You will see," said Mary not looking back at him.
As she reached the door, Harry asked, "Why have I been chosen?"
This time she turned around and smiled at him. "Because you are brave and unselfish. You have lost nearly everyone dear to you while fighting to save the world from the evil one. This gift will help you to fight to rid the world of that evil one. You will not be able to survive with out this gift. Finally, with out the help of me and my helpers, there is no way you would be able to receive the gift that we are giving you. It is getting late so I have to leave now. Remember you must tell Dumbledore, but no one else." She turned to leave again.
"Wait a minute." Harry said suddenly realizing something, "You said Erised. Did you mean like the mirror of Erised, as in the mirror I looked in during my first year at Hogwarts?"
"Yes," Mary said pointing to the mirror in the corner.
"Harry, get up now! HARRY!"
The room in the palace, around Harry started to fade away.
"Huh?" said Harry. He looked around. He was back in his bed room at number four, Privet Drive.
"HARRY! GET UP!" Aunt Petunia yelled.
"OK, I'm up already," Harry said. As he got dressed, he tried to remember the dream he was having. It was different than the other dreams he had. Most of them had something to do with Voldemort, now a days. If he was not dreaming about what Voldemort was planning, he was having a nightmare about Cedric Diggory or his godfather, Sirius, dieing. He preferred not to dream at all. This dream was different though. There was no Voldemort. Nobody died. All that happened was he talked with a lady who said he would get a gift.
"HARRY! GET DOWN HERE NOW AND FIX BREAKFAST!" yelled Aunt Petunia.
"I'm coming," yelled Harry, as he left his room.
Downstairs the kitchen was filled with presents. It was Dudley's birthday. Harry had completely forgotten.
Harry fixed the eggs and bacon. While he was cooking Dudley began to open his gifts. He got a new jacket, a bunch of clothes, a new TV, a computer, a VCR and DVD player. He also received a whole bunch of movies and computer games.
While they ate breakfast, they watched the news. The reporter was talking about how many people have mysteriously disappeared. "There is no reason to believe that these cases are connected" the news reporter finished. "Sure," thought Harry, "nothing to connect them except that they were all ordered by the same person, if you can call him that." Then another news reporter came on. "Here is a piece of good news after that last report. Many of you may remember that three years ago, the convicted murderer, Sirius Black, escaped from prison. We can all relax now because he has been caught," said the news reporter.
"What?!" Harry screamed, "Good news! You call that good news! He was innocent! He was not captured! He was killed!"
Aunt Petunia, Dudley, and Uncle Vernon looked at him in horror. They knew when he got mad he did magic.
"Sorry," said Harry settling down. He did not wish to be locked up in his room for another month, like normally happened when he got in trouble. He had watched Sirius Black, his godfather, get murdered at the end of last year by his own cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. Most people in the wizarding world believed that Sirius Black worked for Voldemort, so they did not care about his death, but Harry knew that he was framed. The news report brought back so many memories from the day Sirius was killed. Harry believed it was his own fault. If only he had studied Occlumency like everybody told him to. He also remembered being told that either he would end up killing Voldemort or Voldemort would kill him. He was just wishing the day would come soon. He just wanted to get it over with. He figured either way he would win. If he killed Voldemort he would have his revenge and rid the world of him once and for all. If he ended up getting killed, at least he would be with Sirius and his parents.
"Are you listening to me boy?" questioned Uncle Vernon, breaking Harry's train of thought.
"Huh?" said Harry.
"As I was saying, we are taking Dudley out to dinner for his birthday. You will be staying with Mrs. Figg." said Uncle Vernon.
"Whatever," said Harry. He really did not care anymore. Sure he was sixteen years old and still had to have a babysitter, but Mrs. Figg was the only person who knew he was a wizard, other than the Dursleys. She was not his favorite person to be around, but she was definitely the best out of this neighborhood. Her house smelled musty and she had way too many cats which she made Harry look at pictures of. Even though he dreaded this at least he would be away from the Dursleys.
That afternoon Harry walked over to Mrs. Figg's house. He had walked about two blocks from the Dursley's house when he noticed that there was a family moving into one of the houses. It appeared to just be a mother and a daughter. The daughter appeared to be Harry's age. She had shoulder length dark brown wavy hair. The mother looked oddly familiar. She had long blonde hair and appeared to be in her forties. She wore glasses. Harry could not think of where he had seen her. The daughter looked at Harry and smiled. Something in that smile reminded Harry of his godfather at Christmas time last year. She started walking toward him, but her mother said, "Come on Katelyn, you will have time to visit tomorrow.
"Yes mother," she called back and ran into the house.
The rest of the day was very boring. He told Mrs. Figg all about school. She forced him to look at pictures of her cats. He had seen these pictures so often before since she forced him to look at them every time he came over. Harry's mind kept wandering back to the mother and daughter he had seen earlier. "Who were they?" he thought "and where had he seen the mother before."