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starchaserdreams · 1 year

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Wolfstar Microfic: Euphoria

"What'd you call it? The Mirror of Erised? What's it do?"

"Just try it, tell us what you see."

"I don't understand, why's it showing me Moony when he's all the way over there?"

And then a laugh.

"Why's the Moony in the mirror kissing me??"

Remus' jaw dropped, but he couldn't help the warm and cozy feeling that was growing in his chest.

This was heaven.

This was perfection.

This...was euphoria.

@wolfstarmicrofic

#i have no idea what the context for this is #like no idea how old they are #but i think that would be sweet if sirius saw him #like lbr he might really see himself and regulus getting along well or him getting regulus out safely #but id like to think moonyd be there too #at least some of the time #because moony has his heart #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #mirror of erised #wolfstarmicrofic #microfic #dead gay wizards #young marauders #maybe #but maybe not it's unclear

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purplekissinger · 9 months

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Hypnosis

O you loathsome looking-glass, Telling lies as bold as brass!

For the fourth time, Tom finds his way to this dungeon easily. The mirror awaits him, like a mute and mocking witness to the Lord Voldemort's only weakness. Y/N is waiting for him in the mirror.

Again and again, Tom comes down here with the firm intention to break the damned glass, only to end up watching Y/N grabbing his hand and pressing his fingers to her lips, kissing him on the cheek, hugging him.

Leaving is getting harder.

#harry potter #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #mirror of erised #harry potter x reader #tom marvolo riddle #im not a native speaker uwu

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riveliha · 5 months

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The Marauders are reading Harry Potter

Peter: No. No and no again, it's not true!

Sirius, gagging Peter with his hand and finishing Prisoner of Azkaban: what a bitch!

Remus: I'm pretty good.

James, distracting himself from the scene with the Erised mirror and wiping his crying face: whatever's up?

Remus: still alive, come to think of it.

Regulus, having read all the parts ahead of the others: which part is it?

Remus: the order of the phoenix...

Regulus: *great silence*.

Remus: what, am I dying here?

Regulus: *silence*

Remus, fidgeting: no, I don't want to read this, you're scaring me!

#marauders #harry potter #jegulus #regulus black #sirius black #james potter #maraders era #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #remus x sirius #james potter x regulus black #wolfstar #james x regulus #mirror of erised

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destinymanticor · 7 months

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Morrotober - Day 2

Sometimes the hat knows best variant

Badgers are cool, they have a kitchen next to them

and possibly a wine cellar

~~~~Willow, hippogriff feather/dragon scale, 15.8 inches...

Morro/Echo DTIYS

#morrotober #morrotober 2023 #ninjago #harry potter au #ninjago au #lego ninjago #ninjago morro #morro #ninjago wu #wu #mirror of erised #wizard #krita #sketch #art #morrotober2023 #post

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metonomyg · 3 months

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Imagine Lucemond but in Hogwarts + the mirror of erised.

Sure everyone knows that the two families have a rivalry, that's clearly shown during Quidditch and exam season. But it's an unfortunate Hufflepuff that catches Lucerys and Aemond together in the library. The two are seen being close to one another and whispering. No hate, just simple content conversation.

Nobody believes her of course.

Lucerys refuses to answer any questions, while everyone else is just terrified of asking Aemond anything.

It is few weeks back that Lucerys walks through the hall and finds it to be unnaturally longer. At the end, there's a door, which (with zero self preservation) he opens. 'It must be an attick or storage room' thinks the young man due to the dust and every possible object thrown in it.

It's the pale blue light that catches his eye that makes him come closer.

It's a mirror.

Lucerys looks at himself and visibly startles when he sees a reflection of Aemond standing right behind him. Turning around and finding nothing confuses him even more.

Curiosity, he turns to look once more.

Aemond is still there, but now with hands on his shoulders and an unreadable look on his face. Lucerys sees Aemond lean closer to his ear and whisper something that makes his own reflection blush.

It's as if Lucerys could feel Aemonds breath on the side of his face, hot and all consuming.

He could barely continue looking on as his reflection turns to the taller man and leans closer until-

"Lucerys?"

The young man startles so badly, his heart beating out through his chest.

"Uncle! Do not scare me so! How are you even here?"

"You're quiet unperceptive of your surroundings and I just noticed you going in and decided to follow."

Ah... Now it's just a matter of leaving and forgetting the mirror and it's possibilities. Possibilities that the young man allowed himself to indulge with only in the darkness of his bed, with everyone else deeply asleep. Lucerys turns to go but is stopped by a question:

"What do you see in it?"

"You know what it is?"

"It should show you your deepest desires."

Lucerys blushes and turns do go away without answering but the sharp hold on his wrist stops him.

"What do you see?"

Thanking it was now or never he answers:

"You."

Aemond looks startled with his respond but soon looses his grip before taking Lucerys' hand in his.

"Good."

And it's the surest promise Lucerys ever heard.

#aemond targaryen #lucemond #lucerys targaryen #lucerys x aemond #au #Hogwarts #mirror of erised #house of the dragon

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mrs-snape5984 · 1 month

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“It's true that I was made for you…”

“All of these lines across my face tell you the story of who I am. So many stories of where I've been and how I got to where I am. But these stories don't mean anything, when you've got no one to tell them to…” (“The Story” by Sara Ramírez)

“Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi"…these are the words, which are engraved on the Mirror of Erised. Reading it reversed, it becomes "I show not your face but your heart's desire"…and damn, this sentence couldn’t be more true.

I caught myself countless times contemplating about this magical artefact…and I know exactly, what I would perceive in there. My desire would be divided into three different parts.

I would see Sevy and Jules in their last year at Hogwarts. They’re close to their graduation and their whole promising future is still ahead of them. They’ve found their soulmates in each other…with trust as deep as the sea and love as strong as death.

But when my life with Severus would be one of these three parts - and certainly the biggest one of all - what would the other two parts look like? Well, the answer to this question is an easy one: They’re young…and they’re healthy. And yes, this might sound pathetically stupid, but I’m mourning my youth and I’m definitely drowning in grief over a life in health.

Maybe it’s just some random appearance of a midlife crisis, since I’ll turn 40 this year, but I’d do so many things differently if I could turn back time. And as the most important thing, I would advise my younger self to be more gentle, more lovingly with herself. You can’t save everyone around you…so turn your back on those people, whose only purpose is to hurt you by taking advantage of your good heart…and save yourself! Love yourself! Allow yourself the same amount of love, which you’re willing to offer to others. You are worthy of love, respect and happiness! I’d say the same things to Severus, so I guess, this connection is the reason for my special soft spot for his younger self.

For those of you, who know my previous posts, I don’t have to explain my wish for health. To put it briefly: ME/CFS is a cruel bitch! This disease has destroyed my life and made my entire existence a nightmare. I don’t want to go into detail this time….my former posts have been whiny enough and I don’t want to bother anyone with my misery.

For this stunning artwork of my actual self, longing for my deepest desires in front of the Mirror of Erised, I only wanted one particular artist to make my dream come true. @sleepybradipo, you have outdone yourself with this heart wrenching piece of art! When I had this idea in my mind, I just knew, that I wanted to see it in your unique, tender style. Your kindness and your love for details - like the little tattoo on my ring finger - have brought me some soothing warmth and comfort to my troubled heart and soul. Thank you for every message, for every sweet word and for the way, you’ve let me participate in the process of creating this beautiful drawing. You’re a gem of a human soul, my dear. 🫂🥹

Oh, and take a look at my very own Mirror of Erised. Who’s making his appearance in there? 😍 It has always been him…since 21 years, it’s only Severus. Undeniably. Unconditionally. Always. 🖤

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

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im-a-wonderling · 1 day

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Mirror of Erised AU

What if the Mirror of Erised didn’t arrive at Hogwarts in Harry’s first year? What if it arrived during Harry’s fourth year?

Warnings: unedited

Word count: 2.5k

Cedric Diggory was the first person to come across the mirror after its subtle arrival to the castle in the middle of the night. He was on his rounds. Ever the dutiful prefect, he opened every door, moving around his wand with the tip alight, casting strange shadows everywhere he went.

When he reached the mirror’s room, he glanced around it, confused that there was a whole room dedicated to a mirror alone when the closet next door had been overflowing. It must’ve been a very important artifact.

But then why hadn’t the professors told the prefects of its presence?

Curious, he stepped up to the mirror, reading the words engraved on the top. Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

“Odd,” he said aloud, his eyes falling to his reflection.

His appearance looked the same as it had in every other mirror. Nothing was out of the ordinary, nothing at–

Wait.

The reflection shifted. At one moment, it’d shown the school robes he was wearing, the next, it depicted him in dress robes.

And coming up behind him in a lovely, white dress was Cho Chang.

His reflection turned to grin at her, and her answering smile looked just as it did in real life. She placed her hand on his shoulder, and it looked so realistic that Cedric was surprised when he didn’t feel the weight of her hand there.

Then he noticed the ring.

“Oh,” he breathed. He stepped back from the mirror, and the image disappeared. “What in Merlin’s name?”

He looked back at the inscription, deciding that he already knew what it meant. This must’ve been a mirror that showed the future. Stepping forward again, he gazed at Cho Chang’s ring and dress, losing his breath a little at the dazzling smile on her face.

Cedric stood there longer than he should’ve, but he allowed himself just an extra minute before backing away and leaving. He closed the door softly behind him, leaving the mirror behind. He didn’t need it anymore.

The image was gently impressed upon his mind like a kiss.

During the rest of his rounds, a blissful smile was never far from his face, even when he had to track down a fourth-year who’d somehow gotten out of their dormitory.

For if that was Cedric’s future, what a beautiful life he would lead.

The door to the nearly empty room opened, and Professor Severus Snape slipped inside. The headmaster had asked him to check on the mirror during his night on duty, to be sure that it’d survived transport.

From the doorway, he could tell that the mirror was intact, so his job was done. He could turn right around and report that all was well. In fact, Dumbledore would be expecting him soon.

Instead of leaving, he closed the door, edging closer.

He knew what—or more accurately, who—would be lingering in the reflection, so his motivation was hardly curiosity. His hands trembled at the idea of seeing her, but he knew he couldn’t resist. He finally stopped in front of the mirror, gazing at the reflection, willing it to change.

And when the red-haired woman stepped out of the background, his heart leapt high and then shattered on the ground with the sheer power her face held over him.

“Lily,” he breathed, his hand lifting of its own accord, reaching out for her. But his fingers didn’t meet with the soft skin of her face; they met with the cold surface of the enchanted reflection.

Lily’s mouth started moving, and Snape wished more than anything that he could hear her words, to hear her voice again after fourteen years. Alas, all he could do was gaze at her, and the brilliant joy living in her expression as she smiled at him made his fists curl up.

It was torture; having her in front of him like nothing ever happened, and yet knowing what had happened. Almost as torturous as having to daily see the corruption of Lily’s beautiful green eyes corrupted by James Potter’s features in their dastardly son.

But this reflection was all Lily, and it was perfection.

He knew he needed to wrench himself away.

He knew that this wasn’t real.

He knew this mirror had driven people mad.

But he couldn’t move, frozen by the sight of his heart’s greatest desire.

So there he remained, until the early rays of the sun started to poke over the mountains outside the window, and when he tore himself away, it was only after he promised the reflection he would come back.

Harry Potter slid into the room, looking for a place to hide away from the crowds of people sporting “Potter Stinks” badges, hoping for just one moment of reprieve from everyone’s opinions and expectations. He closed the door and slumped against it, puffing out his mouth with his exhale.

This blasted tournament was more trouble than it was worth. He couldn’t even make it to the Great Hall for breakfast without being confronted with it all.

He dropped his bag, running a hand over his face.

Ron still wasn’t speaking to him, and Hermione split her time with the two of them, trying to nudge them closer to reconciliation. She was wasting her time. Ron wanted nothing to do with him.

He shook his head, the familiar swirls of helplessness and frustration weighing down his insides far heavier than all the toast he likely would’ve eaten for breakfast.

He got up to leave when he caught sight of the mirror.

However off-putting the inscription in the frame was, the mirror seemed to be a normal mirror. But this was Hogwarts. If the room’s sole purpose was to contain the mirror, this mirror was special somehow.

Curious, he walked up to it, standing directly in front of it. He’d have expected something to jump out of the mirror or for the mirror to start talking, but nothing of the sort happened.

How anticlimactic.

Then, Harry squinted before pushing up the hair that covered his forehead.

He wasn’t imagining it.

His scar was gone.

He quickly lifted his hand, his fingers traced the slightly raised skin. His reflection also lifted its hand and touched his seemingly smooth forehead. He rotated his face this way and that, trying to see if it was some sort of optical illusion. But his reflection didn’t ripple or change, it simply moved with him.

Every time Harry ever looked in a mirror throughout the course of his life, that scar always looked back at him. It was eerie to not see it now. He didn’t look quite like himself without it.

And yet…

Perhaps this was a magical mirror that didn’t show the effects of curses. Or perhaps this mirror showed how life should’ve passed, as if Voldemort had never irrevocably altered Harry’s life.

Harry’s chest started aching, and he backed away from the mirror, shaking his head.

There was no point in wishing life was different, because life was what it was.

Picking up his bag, Harry left the room without once looking back.

“Trevor?” Neville called softly, pushing the door open and stepping into the room. If he would’ve stood at his full height, Neville might’ve been almost six foot, but it wasn’t only when he was looking for his pet toad that he rounded his shoulders and hunched his neck. “Trevor?”

Neville didn’t see the mirror at first, his gaze set on the floor where a toad might hide. When his sweep of the floor didn’t reveal any brown spots, Neville realized the room was quite empty.

His curious eyes settled on the mirror, running across the grand rectangular frame. Neville didn’t harbor any fondness for mirrors as they could only ever reveal disappointment, but there was something about this one. It didn’t shine or move like some pieces of enchanted furniture tended to do at Hogwarts, and yet there was a quality of otherness that drew him closer.

Neville inched forward, catching sight of himself.

His reflection didn’t hold anything more rewarding than it normally did, and he nearly winced at his big front teeth, his floppy hair, and his middle section that only ever seemed to grow bigger.

But then, suddenly, behind him stood his parents.

Not his parents as he knew them, with wide eyes and deathly gaunt faces, but a lot more the way they appeared in the pictures his grandmother had framed all over the house. Except…they had a few more wrinkles. And his mother had grown out her hair. And his father had a beard.

“Mom?” Neville croaked. “Dad?”

For nearly a year before Neville came to Hogwarts, he refused to go with his grandmother to go see his parents in St. Mungo’s. What was the point, he nearly yelled at his grandmother, when they don’t even know us?

But when he uttered those titles, their reflections smiled with enough life glimmering in their faces that he could never remember seeing: they recognized him.

Such a desire rose up in Neville’s chest to tell them everything. He wanted to admit to his parents that he hated potions and was likely to fail. He wanted to confide in them about how no one seemed to like him at this school, not the professors, not the students, not the ghosts, and not even the portraits. He wanted to tell them he was proud of them for being Aurors and standing up to You-Know-Who.

But what came out was: “How did you guys do it?” Neville tentatively sat in front of the mirror. “How were you both so brave? I’m scared of girls, I’m scared of professors, I’m even scared of Grandmother. How will I amount to anything if I’m scared of everything?” He watched their wise faces, waiting for his parents to speak to him, aching to hear their voices.

They didn’t speak, they simply watched Neville, smiling with pride and love.

His grandmother often said she greatly missed her son and daughter-in-law. Neville wished he could say he missed them too, but how can you miss someone you’ve never known?

The sight of his healthy parents started to hurt, and Neville looked away. “I have to find Trevor,” he said to the floor, wiping at his eyes before getting to his feet. He stopped by the door, glancing over his shoulder at the mirror, but the image of his parents was gone. Even so, Neville uttered a quiet farewell and left.

Draco barged into the room, slamming the door shut. His pained gasps echoed through the room as he sank to the floor. A professor had just Transfigured him into a ferret. In front of all his peers.

His cheeks burned as the pangs of pain died down.

He could still picture the glib satisfaction on Potter’s face as Draco’d been thrown up into the air like some sort of sick entertainment. How dare he. And how dare Mad-Eye Moody. Draco’s father would be furious when he heard, and the idea of Mr. Malfoy’s rage fortified him.

Draco got to his feet, strolling over to the mirror to check his hair. He smoothed his hands over the mussed parts. The sooner he could collect himself, the sooner he could go to Professor Snape and complain about what Mad-Eye Moody had done. Then the professor would be sorry.

The mirror was so filthy, Draco had to stoop to find a good angle to check his appearance. He humphed. Of course this rundown, pathetic excuse for a castle would devote a whole room to a mirror that looked like this.

Draco was about to turn away when the spotty reflection next to him shifted.

Was that…Granger?

Draco backed away immediately, sure that the know-it-all had found some way to spy on him in his humiliation. The form he loathed disappeared as soon as he stepped away.

Odd. If she were somehow watching him through the mirror, her image shouldn’t have left just because he moved. Unless she’d noticed his attention and was now hiding.

Draco stepped forward, an insult ready in his mouth for when her reflection would return after she’d thought he left.

But the buck-teeth and bushy hair reappeared immediately as he came closer. He was about to let the insult fly when he noticed the brown eyes weren’t narrowed in derision. Instead, they were open and almost…glowing. Yes, it was Granger, and she looked…happy. Her head was turned towards his reflection, but he could still see the soft smile toying with her lips.

Draco inhaled sharply and stumbled backwards, the image once again disappearing. “Must be a Zonko’s prank mirror,” he muttered. “Cheap trick to play on someone.” He lifted his nose into the air and turned his back on the mirror.

But even as he closed the door behind him, the image followed him farther than the confines of the room.

Twin redheads bounded into the room, shutting the door as silently and swiftly as they could. “Filch won’t know what hit him!” George whispered gleefully as they listened to the grumblings of the caretaker grow softer and softer.

“Or more importantly who,” Fred reminded. “That is not a mess I want to clean up.” Both boys turned around to look at the room. “What do you suppose that is?” Fred asked, staring at the mirror. “It’s never been here before.”

“Dunno.”

They looked over at each other, smiles growing on their faces. They darted forward, planting themselves in front of the mirror, eagerly waiting for something to happen.

Nothing did.

Fred whipped out his wand. “Revelio.” The twins waited for a message to appear or a trick switch to light up. “Maybe we have to read the inscription?” Fred asked.

“Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi,” George rattled off. Still nothing happened. George stepped forward, running his fingers along the frame in the hopes that his fingers would catch on a lever or imperfection leading to a clue.

“Wait, it’s a mirror. What happens if we reverse the inscription?” Fred pointed at the message. “I show not your face but your heart’s desire.” Both twins looked in the mirror again, their eyes meeting in the reflection, waiting with bated breath for something to happen.

“It should’ve done something by now,” George whispered, as if the mirror might eavesdrop and react to his words.

“Aww, it’s just a regular mirror,” Fred said, looking severely disappointed.

“Too bad,” George answered. “Oh well, Filch’ll be gone by now.”

The twins left the room without so much as a second glance, their mind already occupied with dreams of mayhem and mischief.

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@thelastpyle @valiantlytransparentwhispers

#hp #harry potter #hp au #harry potter au #cedric diggory #severus snape #neville longbottom #draco malfoy #dramione #fred weasley #george weasley #hogwarts #mirror of erised #fanfic #fanfiction

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starchaserdreams · 11 months

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Jegulus Microfic: Mirror

Sirius and James snickered at their latest find while running around the castle: The Mirror of Erised.

“Which one of us do you think he’ll see in the mirror?” Sirius asked as they stared at it.

Sirius had seen Remus on one occasion, and had seen himself with his brother on another. Regulus didn’t have to know that it didn’t always show the same thing.

James grinned at him.

“It’s gonna be me, mate, but there’s only one way to find out.”

Sirius held out his hand for a shake. “You’re on.”

Twenty-four hours later, the Marauders were back in the room with the secret mirror, this time with Regulus in tow.

“Tell us what you see,” James encouraged.

“What does it show?” Regulus asked, eyes narrowing. He was still across the room and hadn’t looked directly into it.

Sirius pushed him forwards. “We’ll tell you after, wouldn’t want to spoil it.”

As he stepped away towards the mirror, Sirius grinned and whispered to James, “I have this in the bag.”

James laughed in his face. “No way, Pads.”

When Regulus reached the mirror, he just stared at it for a long moment. When he finally looked away, he looked straight at James, eyes misty.

“What did you see?” James asked, ready to be triumphant.

“I- your parents- what is this thing?”

James and Sirius both frowned.

“My parents?” James asked.

Regulus nodded, and it looked like tears were threatening to spill over.

“They said they were going to adopt me and take me in.”

Sirius and James both bolted over to Regulus to surround him with hugs, competition forgotten.

“If you ask, they would,” James whispered into Regulus’ hair, “I didn’t know you wanted that.”

Regulus sniffled. “More than anything. Does this mirror show the future?”

Sirius shook his head, his own eyes damp.

“No, it only shows what you want. But we’ll make this your future, Reg.”

“Okay,” Regulus said, letting his head fall forward onto James’ shoulder. “Yeah, it’s what I want.”

@jegulus-microfic - 335 words - 5/20

#jegulus microfic #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fanfiction #starchaser fanfiction #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #mirror of erised #my mirror of erised wolfstar microfic was my favorite one i ever did #this is really different but i still loved it #that one was called euphoria if anyone remembers it #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards

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snapeysister · 6 months

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Just heard a lecture (there exists literally a podcast with lectures on Harry Potter characters including a course of lectures on Snape!) in which the presentor asked what might be that Snape saw in the Mirror of Erised, given as it was never featured in the books and JKR never gave a full official answer to that...

So he showed us a drawing of Snape in the mirror holding out his left arm without the Dark Mark on it.

What do you think?

#snape meta #severus snape #dark mark #mirror of erised

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gods-graveyard · 14 days

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GUESS WHO UPDATED????

I am ashamed of myself. But I gotta give the people what they want (me im the people, and I think im HILARIOUS)

ANYWAYS- Slytherin Harry gets to put his new Christmas gifts to use and grows closer to figuring out who tf Nicholas Flamel is If you're just stumbling upon this my fic is-

Slytherin Harry (Morally ambigious) (w/ Blaise, Theo, Daphne, Neville)

Morally good Snape + Percy (and others)

Percy x Oliver x Marcus (only canon couple rn)

Alternative future for Marauders + Skittles

Dumblebitch + Moldy villains

More emphasis on wizarding WORLD (diversity BITCH)

MYSTERYYYY (I love foreshadowing <333) MORE INFO- PINNED POST (WIZARD WILL SMITH)

(All tags are accurate, some just arent canon "revealed" yet)

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hptheboywholived · 9 months

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Mirror of Erised - by Lifeless Mech "What do you see when you look in the mirror?" "I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks<...>One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."(c) Present for my friend) Happy New Year and thank you all for your support!

#professor dumbledore #mirror of erised #fawkes #albus dumbeldore #harry potter

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