07-04-2018, 02:44 AM
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The Mirror of Erised is a moste potente magick artefact of which Harry actually knew very little, despite having several rather intimate encounters with it. The ornate silver mirror rests on gold legs, and above it is inscribed the ancient runes ‘Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi’ which when translated from it’s ancient code read ‘I show not your face, but your heart’s desire’.
Harry knew from experience that the mirror would show the viewer whatever was their heart’s deepest desire. He knew that the mirror could be used to safely hide things, and that it was so powerful that even Lord Voldemort himself could not take something from the mirror if he was deemed unworthy.
Harry James Potter, the Man who Lived, glared at the reflection of Dumbledore coldly.
The mirror-Dumbledore stood to face Harry, his features inscrutable behind his long beard and half-moon spectacles.
“Why,” Harry started, then took a deep breath. “No. How. How did you get here?”
Dumbledore chuckled Dumbledorishly. “You know that, Mr. Potter. Your heart’s desire is to hear from my lips whatever words would reassure you. ”
“No,” said Harry, controlling his breathing. “How did the mirror get here?”
The mirror Dumbledore seemed perplexed. “I don’t suppose I know, Harry. I am just a mirror, after all. Though I think that here, in the Omniverse, where thought and willpower are manifested and personified with into matter and life, I am more than just a reflection.”
“It is my heart’s desire to know how the mirror got here,” Harry said through gritted teeth.
Dumbledore only smiled sadly. “It might be, but it is beyond my power to know such a thing.”
There was a pounding in Harry’s head.
“Did Dumbledore put you here?” Harry asked outright.
The man in the mirror sighed.
“I think,” the old wizard began, stroking his beard. “That is certainly possible. Albus Dumbledore owns the Mirror of Erised, and there are few people in the Omniverse with the knowledge and power to put me here.”
Harry nodded, his stomach in knots, his face white.
“I think there is another possibility, however,” the mirror-Dumbledore said. “But to understand, you must first truly understand the nature of the Mirror of Erised.”
Harry raised his eyebrows. “Er, it shows you what you want. Your heart’s desire. And I guess, you can hide stuff in it. And if your intentions are good, you can get something back."
The reflection nodded. “Yes Harry, but the Mirror of Erised is more than a party trick. It is a moste potente magickal artefact, created millenia before the founding of Hogwarts, in the time of the creation of The Deathly Hallows or the Sorcerers Stone.”
“I thought Nicholas Flammel made the sorcerer’s stone?” Harry interjected thickly.
Dumbledore shook his head softly. “No Harry, that is a lie. The original creator of the Stone of Immortality is dead, and there will never be a wizard alive to match his power and create another. The man who goes by the name Nicholas Flammel keeps the lie alive to discourage people from stealing it, and encourage them instead to pursue the dead end quest of creating one themself. Yet never again will one be created in that universe, never again will an item be infused with such a vast amount of magical power. Do you understand what I am saying Harry?”
Harry Potter gazed at his own feet for a moment before picking his head up.
“Yeah,” he said slowly, still uncertain. “You’re saying that the mirror is more powerful than Dumbledore.”
The reflection nodded.
“There may be other powers at work here, Mr. Potter,” the old man in the mirror said. “Other magical laws at play.”
Harry stood, thinking.
“There mirror came by itself…” he said tentatively.
The Dumbledore in the mirror just stared at him patiently behind his half-moon spectacles.
The men stood in silence for some time, and Harry thought even more.
He thought of what he had been doing the very moment before he saw Dumbledore.
“You have my wand,” Harry said suddenly.
Dumbledore seemed surprised for a moment, then reach into his pocket and removed the Elder Wand.
“Well,” the old wizard said, gazing at the wand between his fingers. “The wand chooses the wizard, after all.”
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The Mirror of Erised is a moste potente magick artefact of which Harry actually knew very little, despite having several rather intimate encounters with it. The ornate silver mirror rests on gold legs, and above it is inscribed the ancient runes ‘Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi’ which when translated from it’s ancient code read ‘I show not your face, but your heart’s desire’.
Harry knew from experience that the mirror would show the viewer whatever was their heart’s deepest desire. He knew that the mirror could be used to safely hide things, and that it was so powerful that even Lord Voldemort himself could not take something from the mirror if he was deemed unworthy.
Harry James Potter, the Man who Lived, glared at the reflection of Dumbledore coldly.
The mirror-Dumbledore stood to face Harry, his features inscrutable behind his long beard and half-moon spectacles.
“Why,” Harry started, then took a deep breath. “No. How. How did you get here?”
Dumbledore chuckled Dumbledorishly. “You know that, Mr. Potter. Your heart’s desire is to hear from my lips whatever words would reassure you. ”
“No,” said Harry, controlling his breathing. “How did the mirror get here?”
The mirror Dumbledore seemed perplexed. “I don’t suppose I know, Harry. I am just a mirror, after all. Though I think that here, in the Omniverse, where thought and willpower are manifested and personified with into matter and life, I am more than just a reflection.”
“It is my heart’s desire to know how the mirror got here,” Harry said through gritted teeth.
Dumbledore only smiled sadly. “It might be, but it is beyond my power to know such a thing.”
There was a pounding in Harry’s head.
“Did Dumbledore put you here?” Harry asked outright.
The man in the mirror sighed.
“I think,” the old wizard began, stroking his beard. “That is certainly possible. Albus Dumbledore owns the Mirror of Erised, and there are few people in the Omniverse with the knowledge and power to put me here.”
Harry nodded, his stomach in knots, his face white.
“I think there is another possibility, however,” the mirror-Dumbledore said. “But to understand, you must first truly understand the nature of the Mirror of Erised.”
Harry raised his eyebrows. “Er, it shows you what you want. Your heart’s desire. And I guess, you can hide stuff in it. And if your intentions are good, you can get something back."
The reflection nodded. “Yes Harry, but the Mirror of Erised is more than a party trick. It is a moste potente magickal artefact, created millenia before the founding of Hogwarts, in the time of the creation of The Deathly Hallows or the Sorcerers Stone.”
“I thought Nicholas Flammel made the sorcerer’s stone?” Harry interjected thickly.
Dumbledore shook his head softly. “No Harry, that is a lie. The original creator of the Stone of Immortality is dead, and there will never be a wizard alive to match his power and create another. The man who goes by the name Nicholas Flammel keeps the lie alive to discourage people from stealing it, and encourage them instead to pursue the dead end quest of creating one themself. Yet never again will one be created in that universe, never again will an item be infused with such a vast amount of magical power. Do you understand what I am saying Harry?”
Harry Potter gazed at his own feet for a moment before picking his head up.
“Yeah,” he said slowly, still uncertain. “You’re saying that the mirror is more powerful than Dumbledore.”
The reflection nodded.
“There may be other powers at work here, Mr. Potter,” the old man in the mirror said. “Other magical laws at play.”
Harry stood, thinking.
“There mirror came by itself…” he said tentatively.
The Dumbledore in the mirror just stared at him patiently behind his half-moon spectacles.
The men stood in silence for some time, and Harry thought even more.
He thought of what he had been doing the very moment before he saw Dumbledore.
“You have my wand,” Harry said suddenly.
Dumbledore seemed surprised for a moment, then reach into his pocket and removed the Elder Wand.
“Well,” the old wizard said, gazing at the wand between his fingers. “The wand chooses the wizard, after all.”
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