Looking for the Mirror of Erised

Anamariea walked throw the forth floor halls she had hurd of a mirror that showed your deepest disire and that it was here some where in hogwarts.. she had been surching ever since that day and had found nothing yet.

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Elijah pulled at his robes, desperate to get out of them. To say he was upset was the biggest understatement anyone could ever make. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and he didn't look like the casual, happy teen that many saw. He was a mess and didn't know how he'd gotten that way.

It was the letter from his mother - he knew it was. The one that asked him what happened to Cecilia. As if she didn't know. She asked him what happened to his sister. Why did she never come home and why was her bedroom devoid of all personal items.

Elijah pulled off his outer robe, relishing in hearing the seams rip and tear, so he was clad in just his trousers and shirt and sent it back to the Dungeons with a flick of his wand. Elijah pulled a few of the buttons undone on his shirt and didn't even look back at the tie which fell onto the floor.

Elijah continued to walk along the floor with anguish. He was distraught and beyond consolable. He just wanted something else - he wanted to have his own damn family with the woman he loved. He wanted children that would listen to his stories and move around getting bored when he tried to paint them.

There was something that caught Eli's tear-filled eyes. The last door on the forth floor was open - it was never open. Elijah moved towards it and slipped silently inside. A sheet of canvas tarp was strewn over the floor and a woman was sitting in front of a mirror staring into it. Eli didn't understand what was so special but as soon as he looked into the mirror he saw.

It was him - granted he was older but it was still him. He was stood there with his.. daughter on his shoulders. A woman who only came up to his shoulder was stood beside him with a child clinging to her, desperate for some attention. They looked happy and most importantly he saw no sign of his parents - none what so ever. Eli sniffed and dried his eyes. Was that his future? Was that what was to come for him?

“Hi.” Eli mumbled. He walked over and sat down beside the woman. She seemed kind enough but was a complete mystery to him. What would a substitute teacher want with a mirror, and a magical one at that? Elijah had heard of the Mirror but he thought it had been destroyed. He hoped it had been destroyed. He didn’t want fantasies, he wanted the real thing and nothing but.

Eli looked down at the box of tissues and smiled a little. His eyes drifted back to the mirror and he was shocked at the change. The woman had put the little boy down and he was walking to their side of the mirror. His little hand was firmly pressed against the glass and Eli could count nearly every indent in his palm and see every swirl on the pads on his little fingers. The child lacked the baby chubbiness but it suited him with his long dark ringlets which he was guessing his mother refused to cut and those bright blue eyes that looked oh so familiar.

Elijah bit his lip and let his warm hand press against the cool surface of them mirror. He could imagine holding the child’s tiny hand in his huge ones compared, tickling the little palm and getting bell-like laughs from the baby. Elijah’s hand slid down away from the mirror and he watched as the mother picked the little boy back up again.

“I’m Elijah Krum.” he murmured, his eyes focusing on the family - his family. “To be honest I’m not worried about whether it is off limits or not. I just…” Eli sighed. “I know I’m being disrespectful but its comforting y’know? To see what you want..”

Elijah trailed off and watched as the little girl jumped down from his elder counterpart’s arms. He watched as she walked over to where the little boy had stood and breathed on the glass. It clouded up almost immediately and the girl - his daughter, began to make letters in the cloud. Eli knew it would be backwards but he still anticipated the outcome of the cloud drawing. He wanted to see what his daughter had to say. Erin Maeve … Erin Maeve Krum… his little girl.

“Its taunting me. It knows exactly what I want… what I need..” Eli looked down at the floor and felt the tears come back to his eyes. “It’s not fair.”

"That's the thing though." Elijah sighed. "I haven't seen this image before outside my own mind. It's something I've wanted for as long as I can remember - my own family. Its and older version of myself and a wife.. two children…and she's pregnant."

He could see her clearly now, a woman that was so familiar yet still a complete stranger to him. She was turning to see what Erin was doing who had just returned to his arms. Eli could see the small but firm bump pushing against the material of her shirt.

"I've always seen it in my mind. Sometimes my brain would completely fog and I'd just see images play out in front of me. My daughter running through our home with myself or her mother chasing her and the boy on one of our backs. Things like that or something else like trying to make a barbeque work outside and seeing my own children laughing at me and my wife laughing with them. Happy things but it ridicules me - it's something I don't think I'll ever have."