Hermione was just returning from the library, after returning a book. It was late. She had gotten caught up in pagbaba a book about ancient spells and potions, when she realized that it was just about curfew.
Hurrying through the corridors, Hermione knew that Filch would have no mercy on her, no matter what the reason was she was out of the Gryffindor tower this late. Her puso stopped as she heard shuffling footsteps and mapait grumbling. Filch!
Panicking, Hermione dashed into an empty classroom. She hardly dared to breathe as the glare of Filch’s lantern went through the crack at the bottom of the door. The footsteps grew quieter and the lantern’s light disappeared. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and was about to walk out when she saw the huge mirror in the room.
Overcome with curiosity, she walked up to the strange thing. It had Pagsulat across the tuktok of it that read: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. Hermione read the Pagsulat a few madami times, trying to decipher it. I ipakita not your face but your heart’s desire was what she concluded it said. All it took to figure this out was pagbaba it backwards and ignoring word breaks.
Hermione looked in the mirror. At first, she saw nothing. Then, she saw herself with a tall, red-headed man whose arms were around her shoulders. She and the man were wearing wedding rings. They were surrounded sa pamamagitan ng children, resembling themselves. Hermione had to look harder before she realized what exactly this image was. She gasped as she realized that the man she was standing with was Ron, only older, and the children that surrounded them were their children.
She stared at the image in disbelief. Was this her heart’s desire? To marry Ron, childish, slightly awkward Ronald Weasley? And not only that, but to have children with him as well? Hermione had to admit, the scene made her very happy, yet very sad. She knew this would probably never happen. Ron didn’t feel the same way about her as she did about him.
Hermione knew she should head back to Gryffindor tower or face getting detention, but she couldn’t bring herself to walk away from the mirror. The children poked each other, teased each other, argued, and she and Ron told them to settle down.
She finally rushed off to the tower after knowing she would drive herself mad looking at the mirror too long. Walking down the corridor, she could have sworn she heard footsteps, though no one was there.
The door to the room Hermione had just left creaked open. Ron threw off Harry’s Invisibility balabal and walked over to the mirror. He had discovered it when walking about the corridors during free periods about three days ago. He vaguely remembered seeing it with Harry in their first year, and pretty much knew it showed what you most wanted. Ron had been visiting it every night since then.
As Ron looked into the mirror, he saw the same thing Hermione had just seen. He sighed forlornly and reached out and touched the glass. He knew this would never come true. Hermione didn’t feel the same way about him as he did about her.
Hurrying through the corridors, Hermione knew that Filch would have no mercy on her, no matter what the reason was she was out of the Gryffindor tower this late. Her puso stopped as she heard shuffling footsteps and mapait grumbling. Filch!
Panicking, Hermione dashed into an empty classroom. She hardly dared to breathe as the glare of Filch’s lantern went through the crack at the bottom of the door. The footsteps grew quieter and the lantern’s light disappeared. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and was about to walk out when she saw the huge mirror in the room.
Overcome with curiosity, she walked up to the strange thing. It had Pagsulat across the tuktok of it that read: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. Hermione read the Pagsulat a few madami times, trying to decipher it. I ipakita not your face but your heart’s desire was what she concluded it said. All it took to figure this out was pagbaba it backwards and ignoring word breaks.
Hermione looked in the mirror. At first, she saw nothing. Then, she saw herself with a tall, red-headed man whose arms were around her shoulders. She and the man were wearing wedding rings. They were surrounded sa pamamagitan ng children, resembling themselves. Hermione had to look harder before she realized what exactly this image was. She gasped as she realized that the man she was standing with was Ron, only older, and the children that surrounded them were their children.
She stared at the image in disbelief. Was this her heart’s desire? To marry Ron, childish, slightly awkward Ronald Weasley? And not only that, but to have children with him as well? Hermione had to admit, the scene made her very happy, yet very sad. She knew this would probably never happen. Ron didn’t feel the same way about her as she did about him.
Hermione knew she should head back to Gryffindor tower or face getting detention, but she couldn’t bring herself to walk away from the mirror. The children poked each other, teased each other, argued, and she and Ron told them to settle down.
She finally rushed off to the tower after knowing she would drive herself mad looking at the mirror too long. Walking down the corridor, she could have sworn she heard footsteps, though no one was there.
The door to the room Hermione had just left creaked open. Ron threw off Harry’s Invisibility balabal and walked over to the mirror. He had discovered it when walking about the corridors during free periods about three days ago. He vaguely remembered seeing it with Harry in their first year, and pretty much knew it showed what you most wanted. Ron had been visiting it every night since then.
As Ron looked into the mirror, he saw the same thing Hermione had just seen. He sighed forlornly and reached out and touched the glass. He knew this would never come true. Hermione didn’t feel the same way about him as he did about her.
