20 December 1991, Hogwarts
Oddly enough, Harry found himself in front of an open room near the library. He felt oddly compelled to just walk there and look at it properly. The Potter scion's eyes widened when he entered it. Inside was a very large mirror, probably very old, with some kind of golden frame. It had an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. Well, that was an unexpected surprise.
Harry glanced at the infamous mirror of Erised with trepidation. He had tried researching the mirror in the library and found absolutely nothing. To be fair, the Potter scion didn't exactly know when the mirror was created or how it was created, only that it was a mirror that showed people what they truly desired. That description was too vague, and Harry had researched the most well-known magical mirrors but found no mention of the mirror of Erised.
Now that it was in front of him, he started using his Arcane Hearing – yeah, he was going to call it that now; it's a lot cooler than magical hearing. Harry did his best to deactivate this skill ever since he was in the castle unless he actively needed it. The castle was just too magical, and he kept getting headaches after a while. Especially when it somewhat evolved after the crest activation ritual. There was always an extra dimension to every melody, Harry theorized that it was the emotions of the caster, but he wasn't sure, only that really overwhelming in high doses.
Anyway, the moment Harry activated his Arcane Hearing, the mirror started to sing. It was by far the weirdest artefact he had ever analyzed, definitely the most complex. Oh, Harry could tell the remnants of some kind of space manipulation which he became familiar with by analyzing his expanded backpack. Oh, it was far more impressive than the backpack, but the rhythm, the melody for the lack of a better term was similar. There were the standard curse repelling enchantments, and protection charms, that's not to mention the weird runes that Harry didn't understand. There was a sense of judgement, of possible punishment depending on that judgement. It was the closest thing he could compare to a magical art piece. Harry oddly wondered if he could somehow transcribe the melody into actual music. He was already pretty good with the piano and violin and putting magic in music form could help him make a killing.
Back to the mirror, there was a single piece of magic that just felt alien yet familiar. Harry supposes that it had something to do with the heart's desire part of the inscription. Harry could feel his raven crest heating up slightly. He really needed to figure out how his crest worked. Not a single one of his classmates mentioned their crests doing anything. It was apparently supposed to show itself after their thirteen birthdays, and yet Harry's crest kept burning in certain situations.
So far, Harry did his best to not look directly into the mirror. Oh, for all its beauty, the artefact was very dangerous, at least it would be if someone was found wanting while looking at it. Still, Harry decided that he wouldn't return to see the mirror again, no matter what he saw. In many ways, he was still confused about his ambition, about his future. Harry wanted to make his mark on the world, but other than just learning magic, he didn't know what his heart's desire was. Perhaps it would let him know to learn more about himself than any other.
He decided to finally take a glimpse at the mirror, unable to restrain his curiosity and stood in front of the mirror while murmuring, "My heart's desire, huh? I wonder…"
Harry opened his eyes and gasped at the sight that awaited him. It was an older version of himself that was giving Harry a confident smirk. His green eyes were glowing, thrumming with power, but that only seemed to be a minor aspect of the desire. No, the reason Harry gasped in shock was the two people that were standing next to him. There was a woman with constantly changing features, who was looking at his mirror self with love and warmth in her eyes. There was also the young girl who was looking at him with admiration. She had messy black hair and green eyes that reminded him eerily of his own. He knew deep in his heart that this girl was his daughter, which made the older woman his wife. Harry looked at her finger and saw a beautiful wedding ring. His mirror self was wearing a ring of his own as well.
Behind them was a large house with a garden. It wasn't quite large enough to be called a mansion, but it was larger than any villa he had ever seen. It looked luxurious yet cosy, a true home. Behind it was a beautiful beach with sand as white as snow, and the water was as beautiful as sapphires.
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