At first, no one noticed she was missing.
Madam Pince had locked the Restricted Section hours before.No alarms triggered. No wards tripped.
But by sunrise, the doors to the library hung open.Every enchanted chain lay on the ground, melted into silver threads.
And the Mirror stood alone in the Great Hall —glowing blue.
The kind of blue that hums through veins, not glass.
Flashback – The Name the Mirror Whispered
Hours earlier, in the silence of the library, a sound slithered across the floor like silk.
Not footsteps.
A voice.
"Irma.""You never looked."
"But we remember what you were before the books."
"Come see who you were meant to be."
Madam Pince turned — wand drawn.
But it wasn't fear on her face.
It was longing.
The Mirror Pulls
She approached it in her midnight robes.No students. No audience.
Just her. And the glass. And the voice.
She touched the surface.
The surface reached back.
She was gone in a blink.
The glass cracked once at the edges, sealing behind her like frost over ice.
Discovery
By morning, Harry, Blaise, and Rowan stood around the Mirror.
All three marks pulsed faintly.
And the Mirror whispered to them — not aloud, but in their bones.
"One who guarded words…has now become one."
"The Librarian of Else."
"The Custodian of What Never Was."
Theo murmured, "She didn't fall in. She didn't even choose."
Rowan answered:
"The Mirror's begun to take.And it doesn't need permission anymore."
Final Scene – She Speaks
In a pocket between timelines, Madam Pince walks a corridor of endless shelves.
Books hover. Whisper. Breathe.
Each one bound in mirrored glass.
She opens the first one.
Inside is a chapter she never read — about herself.
And her voice — now a thousand echoes — speaks aloud:
"Let me record the versions of them the world was too afraid to remember."
"Because truth… is only the one that survives."