MIRROR OF ERISED

1. Prologue

TOWARDS THE END OF THE FIRST BOOK AND MOVIE (WHICHEVER YOU WANT TO CHOOSE)

Harry winced as the sharp shards of glass opened up his skin. For a minute he had been less focused on Quirrell and Voldemort. He thought he had seen his parents' and grandparents' shapes in the Mirror again. Quirrell threw him off and Harry had landed against the mirror, which smashed to the floor. Harry's blood was spreading over the mirror's surface, but Harry already leaped up and grabbed Quirrell.

'Just a little bit longer' Harry thought his breathing becoming hard as he fastened his grip on his old teacher. The edges around his vision started to blacken and a rushing sound echoed through his ears.

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Scene Break to whenever Harry regains his consciousness in the Hospital Wing

Consciousness came slowly. He heard some strange noises that he couldn't quite place. The smell of clean surfaces and flowers reached his nose and he sucked in a deep breath. The smell was familiar and comforting somehow. His back ached as he tried to move.

Harry opened his eyes, blinking at the large amount of light. "Amazing," a voice came from his left and he turned his head to see if he could find the source. "But how? I mean, I have never heard about something like this happening in all my life." The voice seemed to come from beyond the screen that had been placed around his bed. Harry recognized the Infirmary.

"I have never heard of anything like this happening either," a different voice replied. It seemed to belong to Albus Dumbledore. "But we don't know much about the Mirror of Erised. It might have been a reverse spell effect when the mirror was created. Unfortunately this was the only one so we'll never know." There was a small pause.

Harry took this time to look around. There was a small pile of sweets stacked at the foot of his bed. A few empty wrappers seemed to be between them as well. Harry smiled and tried to turn on his side, as his back continued to ace. He slowly turned himself, moving his left arm towards the right side of the bed so he could grab the edge.

A sharp pain shot down his spine and through his ribs and he hissed in pain. Harry squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of dizziness came over him. He took a deep breath as someone came rushing over. "Ah Mr Potter you are awake." Madame Pomfrey rushed over to help Harry back into his first position. "How are you feeling?"