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As Before

Long fingered hands twine into his robes, forcing his back against the wall. The dark haired head bends close to his.

And kisses him.

Hot lips instead of hot accusations, a tang of bittersweetness he had almost forgotten. Almost. The hands in his robes are not there to control him, but to guide him. Saving him from his foolishness, from himself.

And suddenly he feels that the weight has gone from the back of his head, and everything is as it was before.

Quirrel closes his eyes, and looks back at the mirror again. He needs to find the Stone.


Family

When he'd first seen the Mirror, Harry hadn't been to the Burrow. Hadn't met Arthur, or spoken properly to Molly. Hadn't known how Percy's hair looked in the mornings, or how Ginny smiled when she thought you weren't watching, or how easy it was to be happy, given the right setting. And the right company.

So he wasn't too surprised, looking into it again, to see himself back there. Racing the twins on broomsticks, wrestling with Ron, teasing Ginny. Kissing Molly goodnight, talking with Arthur or Percy. Wasn't too surprised to see himself with a smiling face, and.... red hair?


Beauty

It was a mirror. A large, exquisitely crafted one too. Gilderoy liked mirrors; and, he thought smugly, they liked him back.

Wanting to see himself in that flawless glass, he stepped forward. But the reflection wasn't what he'd expected.

It was him. Or rather, her. In a long, cloth-of-gold evening gown, waist length blonde hair artfully braided. His - her smile was dazzling. Award winning, even. Her eyes were pure sapphires. She beckoned him.

They were perfect.

He raised one trembling hand to the mirror. Sweet Merlin, he'd always known she would be beautiful. But he'd not realised how much.