The room they entered was dark and dusty. Harry slipped the cloak off of them, carelessly letting it drop to the floor. He was brave enough to venture deeper into the room, but (Y/N) hesitated, lingering warily near the door. She pressed her ear to the surface to listen intently for any footsteps that might be coming back their way. It seemed they managed to escape any threat of trouble, but she wanted to be prepared in case they did return.

As she kept watch, she recalled Narcissa's letter, and how she mentioned Professors unfit to teach at Hogwarts. She doubted Draco would ever cast Snape in such a light, but (Y/N) did not like the looks of him one bit. When Harry first mentioned his suspicions towards Snape, she thought nothing of it. She assumed Harry was just saying things because he was upset Snape always took house points. However, after what happened at the Quidditch game and seeing him threaten poor Professor Quirrell, she doubted that there was anything good about him--besides his extensive knowledge of potions, of course.

"(Y/N)," Harry hurried up to her, his eyes bright with excitement. There was no sign of his anxiousness from moments before. If she hadn't just been there, she could've been fooled into thinking he hadn't just witnessed an alarming conversation. "You've got to come see this!"

Harry grabbed onto her hand and pulled her farther into the room. She might have blushed at the feeling of his warm hand around hers, but she was too busy noticing all the cobwebs and dust lining the floor. She had no desire to go further into that room, no matter what Harry found.

When they reached their destination, Harry let go of her hand and approached a tall mirror with a golden frame. (Y/N) thought it was beautiful, and that it would be even prettier if someone bothered to clean it once in a while.

She followed after Harry, afraid to be on her own. The top of the mirror was inscribed with a message, but (Y/N) could not even begin to understand what it meant. To her, it simply looked like a bunch of nonsense scribbled out. Feeling vaguely annoyed that she was forced to spend longer than anticipated in that room, she turned to Harry. "What is this?"

Harry smiled, grabbing hold of (Y/N)'s shoulders and pulling her to stand in front of the mirror. "Stand here." He stepped aside, allowing her to take a look for herself.

And when she looked, (Y/N) had to rub her eyes to make sure there wasn't something making her see things. "I... I can't believe it." She stepped closer to the mirror, her hand raising slightly, but she was too afraid to touch the glass. She didn't want what she was seeing to disappear.

"I know!" Harry nodded his head in agreement, watching with excitement as (Y/N) regarded the mirror.

"I..." (Y/N) felt her eyes begin to sting, and she quickly wiped her tears away. Such a thing was silly to cry over, but she couldn't help it. She was simply overcome with joy at the very prospect of what she saw. "He's happy with me,"

"What?"

"Lucius, he's happy with me!" A laugh of disbelief passed her lips as she saw herself and her godparents chatting happily with Hermione, Dean, and Ron. "And they're happy with my friends! Oh, Harry! But where have you gone?" She stood on her toes as if it would help her see around the figures, and just as she did so she saw the reflection of her friend in the mirror, standing just behind her.

She turned to face him, face aglow with joy. She bounded over to him, and in all her excitement, she wrapped the boy in a hug. When she pulled back, she held him at shoulders length. "Do you think this mirror shows the future, Harry? What did you see, what's your future like?"

Harry stepped away from (Y/N), his eyes downcast. She stared after him as he went back to the mirror, looking at his reflection longingly.

"Harry," (Y/N) hesitantly approached him. She didn't like the look on his face. "It isn't bad, is it?"

"I don't think it shows the future, (Y/N)."

She felt herself frown, catching a glimpse of her own reflection and Lucius Malfoy giving her a tight hug. (Y/N) wasn't quite ready to let that go. "Well, how can you be so sure?" She tried. "Neither of us knows what kind of mirror this is."

"How can it show the future?" Harry questioned, sending a sidelong glance her way. "Both of my parents are dead."

All her wits escaped her, and she couldn't come up with a single thing to say. She looked back at her reflection, to the closeness to her family she never felt. She began to wonder if the mirror showed them things they would never get to have. Whoever invented such a device was more than cruel.

She turned her attention to Harry and noticed that his green eyes were clouded with tears he tried to keep at bay. (Y/N) was never particularly good at comforting people, but she felt a very strong need to do whatever she could for the boy beside her. She reached out to him, placing a hand on his back, trying to think of anything to say. She didn't think of much at all.

"Harry--"

But just as she started he pulled away from her. He managed a smile that still somehow looked very sad, and (Y/N) felt her eyes soften.

"We should go," Said Harry. "If Filch catches us out of bed we'll be in loads of trouble."