Entries thread - Seventh Challenge - Mirror of Erised

*Professor Dumbledore* · #1 October 15th, 2009, 1:58 am

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Harry Potter · #2 October 15th, 2009, 2:01 am

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Harry Potter · #4 October 15th, 2009, 2:03 am

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Harry Potter · #5 October 15th, 2009, 2:03 am

Entry 4

20/20 Regret

As I walked through the gate, I reflected on my time here at the venerable Hogwarts School and allowed myself a wistful smile. The grounds remained exactly the same, things hardly changing in the twenty years that had passed since I last left these hallowed grounds. I rounded a corner and beheld a view that had taken my breath away those long years ago, the mighty castle rising majestically over the Great Lake, the Gryffindor Tower calling to me, like some long lost friend.

In the distance, a tendril of smoke came from old Hagrid’s hut, reminding me that despite all that had happened through the years, the ever present grounds keeper was still on duty, still tending to the needs of the magical wildlife that inhabited the grounds. I stopped before the main doors with my hands on my hips and lost myself in the moment. In my chest, there was the rising tide of warmth that I’d associated with the school until the cold hand of guilt and regret overcame me and when I finally exhaled, it was as if I was releasing all the sentimentality I’d gathered up since stepping off the Hogwarts Express.

Twenty years is a long time to regret. Time enough to wonder if I’d made the right choices, followed the right path. I’d tried and failed at so many endeavors: career, love and fortune. I nearly didn’t come. I nearly didn’t accept the invitation from our class President. I’d been so completely immersed in my muggle existence, I nearly fell from shock when the large, gray owl alit on my office window and deposited the gilded parchment announcing the twentieth reunion of my Hogwarts class. When I showed the invitation to my wife, she enthusiastically endorsed the idea.

“Go.” She said, rather forcefully. “Find what you’ve lost. Me and the boys will still be here when you get back. Go and find your smile.”

Nearing forty, I wondered how I’d gotten here and how much of a failure I was, both to myself and my family. I’d wanted to be an Auror. I’d even passed all the exams, only to have it taken away from me because of a foolish choice. Leaving the Ministry, I’d wandered from occupation to occupation, finally settling in on a muggle profession that didn’t require the use of my knowledge of magic. I’d met my wife and we’d had two children, and had created a life that was safe and secure.

But every so often, I’d find myself fiddling with my wand, chasing dark wizards in the back of my brain, and wondering if I’d squandered the gift I’d been granted by birth. This return to Hogwarts was both a blessing and a curse for the same reason. It reminded me of who I was before.

When I entered the castle, I spied a familiar flash of red hair. It was Charlie Weasley, a fellow Gryffindor from my year. Charlie looked so confident, so self assured and he waved at me, the confident smile still plastered on his face. When I didn’t return the smile, his face grew calm and he gestured for me to come close.

“My friend, you need to see the truth. Go to the Room of Requirement and find the truth. Then you’ll be ready for the party.” He pushed me on my way, and I didn’t argue.

I remembered the way, and soon I was inside the room. It was like I remembered, cluttered and musty. What would I possibly find here? In the center of the room was a mirror, THE mirror. I approached it. What would I see? Me in Auror’s robes, alongside the girl I didn’t have the nerve to ask to the Yule ball? Would I be rich? Successful? I was almost afraid to see what my life should have been.

I peered into the mirror and felt myself stop breathing. The mirrored, oval surface reflected an image I had not expected. The reflection was me, as I was today, standing alongside my wife and children with a broad smile on my face. I was living my perfect life. I chuckled. All that I needed in life was the reflection of how good things were. The man I saw in the mirror was the man I was, without the guilt and without the regret. The mirror reflects a person’s greatest desire. I only needed to realize that I was already living that life.

I turned to leave the room, my face in a permanent smile and ready for the future.

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Harry Potter · #6 October 15th, 2009, 2:04 am

Entry 5

Desire

A light burns slowly past midnight
but it won’t last until morning
My body trembles softly
as I emerge from a shadowy corner
I gaze into the shimmering mirror
Wondering how the dream unfolds
Watching the surface intently

Would I be one step closer to desire
if I could live among the stars?

Images of the cosmos flash from inside the mirror
From the blackness, galaxies and planets appear
Celestial bodies and constellations
Seeing myself travel among them
Staring at my dream just out of grasp
I long for this adventure laid out before me
I quietly wait, hoping

Would I be one step closer to desire
if I could live among the stars?

A cold shiver runs down my spine
I take several steps backward
My dreams evaporating from the mirror
I reach for the dream as it slips through my fingers
I hold onto the reflection inside my head
Is this a dream or my dream?
I shall return again to watch and wonder

Would I be one step closer to desire
if I could live among the stars?

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Harry Potter · #7 October 15th, 2009, 2:05 am

Entry 6

I stand before the mirror of Erised, studying the words for a moment, My deepest desire I thought and before I can even say what I think it may be, I see a city unfold before me, a labyrinth of streets, a dizzying flash of cars, double-decker buses and people, it pulses with energy, as I walk down the street I can feel the history under my feet. The city is filled with contradictions, the latest, greatest, state of the art buildings and castles from a time long gone. It is a city of rich culture from around the world, and yet it clings to the customs of old and traditions most have forgotten. From this city, over half the world was once ruled. As I walk down one of its many busy streets, the faces are smiling at me, welcoming me; it is as if they know I belong here. I sit at one of the outside tables of a pub, and watch this fantastic city go about its nightlife. On this night it seems the whole city is out and about. A father passes by with a child draped over his shoulder; clearly the child has had a full day, and on his other side his wife smiles and squeezes his hand. Across the street people pile out of the theatre and cross the street to the pub as they talk about their favorite parts of the play they had just seen. As the door opens, I can hear a toast being made to a man who is getting married the next day. The next table over sits an elderly couple celebrating what I could only guess was many years together, silently I raise my glass to them. I leave my table and wander around the city for sometime till find myself in front of one its many attractions. I pay the man, and begin the ascent to look over this most amazing city.

This is home.

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Harry Potter · #8 October 15th, 2009, 2:05 am

Entry 7

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5--eslglcM

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Harry Potter · #9 October 15th, 2009, 2:06 am

Entry 8

What I wouldn’t give
To see those eyes again
The ones who made me smile
And took away the pain

What I wouldn’t give
To have me in his arms
Holding me close and tight
Protecting me from harm

What I wouldn’t give
To just hear his voice
To hear him say I love you
But do I have a choice?

But when I use this mirror
It makes me smile again
It brings back all the memories
But also bring back pain

I can almost touch him
He is ever so close to me
Yet he is so far away
Will I ever be free?

I may just go insane
With the longing inside my heart
Won’t someone take this away?
It’s tearing me apart

But I cannot help myself
The wanting is pulling me in
I find it hard to look away
I find it hard to give in

It’s almost real
Like he is really there
I don’t think he knows
But I really hope he cares

I can’t take much more
This mirror is taking over me
I can’t pull myself away…

I guess I’m here to stay

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Harry Potter · #10 October 15th, 2009, 2:07 am

Entry 9

A Twinkle in Rhyme

Somewhere there is hidden a mirror;
A magical item, we're told.
Whose powers, they say, are astounding,
And, whose lure is as tempting as gold.

'Tis said it reveals to each person,
Their heart's very deepest desire.
A yearning for something they've lost,
Or, for something to which they aspire.

The mirror shows all the true longings,
For those things we wish that we had;
And, if one allows them to do so,
These longings will drive them quite mad.

I debate what I'd see if I gazed there,
In the magical Erised glass.
Is it something I want in the future?
Is it something I yearn for that's passed?

I answer without hesitation.
"I'm certain I know what I'd spot there:
Instead of Ms. Rowling, I would see ME,
As, the person who wrote Harry Potter!"

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Harry Potter · #11 October 15th, 2009, 2:08 am

Entry 10

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Background information about the video:

This video clip is from a bollywood movie ‘Swades’. Mohan (played by Shahrukh Khan), a NRI (Non-Resident Indian), who works as an engineer at NASA returns to India after many years. During the course of his stay in India, he strictly drinks only mineral water because of his fear of falling sick otherwise.

Now the video:

We, the People!

Description of the Video:

Somewhere in a village in northern India, a train brings the troubled protagonist Mohan Bhargava chugging to a halt at a godforsaken station. A little boy runs along screaming, "Water for 25 paise."
Mohan, who has never touched anything but mineral water in India, buys the water...

Notes:

(Approximate figures)

100 Paise= 1 Rupee.
50 Rupees= 1 Dollar.
So, 25 Paise= 1/200 of 1 Dollar.

Why, is this my Ultimate Desire?

Sure, like everybody else, I have many desires like buying a Ferrari, a Penthouse, traveling around the World, getting a dream job and even weird ones like licking the ‘Liberty Bell’ or finding out whether the ‘egg’ came first or the ‘chicken’ but they don’t come even close to being the ‘Ultimate One’. Making my parent’s proud of me is probably the only thing that comes somewhat close to this.

During my trip to Mumbai (Bombay) about 4-5 years ago, an incident occurred that left a deep and lasting impression on me. It was about 100 degrees Fahrenheit outside and the humidity was a soaking 85% and I was quite relieved to be sitting inside an air-conditioned car.

But as our car was heading to the Airport, I noticed several small children carrying earthen-vessels filled with water on top of their heads by the roadside, in the sweltering heat. None of them could have been more then 8 years old.

It was at that moment, I felt guilty. Guilty, for enjoying the comforts of an air-conditioned car when the children outside were battling not only the ‘Weather’ but also the weight of the vessels on top of their heads. There faces were pale. Too pale!

‘Fight against Poverty’ has become somewhat of a mission to me, especially when the people affected are small children. Before this incident, I was one of those cynics who thought that their contribution was on such a small-scale, that it wouldn’t make much of a difference to the society at all. But even the smallest of contributions is a contribution after all and hopefully, the contribution will only increase with time.

Snapshot:

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Harry Potter · #12 October 15th, 2009, 2:08 am

Entry 11

The Mirror of Erised

“We always long for forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.” –Francois Rabelais

This is the story of my encounter with the Mirror of Erised. How I came to came to stand in the presence of such an object is an entirely different story altogether, but all I know is that what I saw in its shimmering depths was every bit as captivating as I could ever have expected.

Staring into the glassy depths,
I rubbed my eyes to better see,
But what I saw was not so strange,
Just myself looking back at me.

Slowly, differences were revealed
As my visage I did probe-
For gone were my worn out, old clothes
And in their place were long black robes!

And in that instant, I suddenly knew,
Exactly what stared back at me.
The deepest desire of my heart,
That which so deeply I desire to be:

A WIZARD!:

My mind raced madly,
I could not look away.
I wanted to stay in that Mirror,
At least for one day.

I saw my own wand,
Held down by my thigh,
I gave it a wave
And I watched the sparks fly!

I suddenly had the power
Held in that hand,
To do just about anything!
But I didn’t understand...

How powerless I was-
I was rooted like a tree.
‘Twas the mirror that held
All the power over me.

But I wanted nothing else
Than to stay there some more-
I had so much to do,
So much I could explore.

And suddenly, as I glanced
Right down at my feet,
The mirror delivered
Another special treat.

I reached out my arm
And up my broom sprung,
I watched as I took off,
And I suddenly felt stung.

I looked down at my arm,
Let it drop to my side,
As I longed to be in the mirror,
Soaring far and wide.

But I wasn’t flying anywhere
I remained standing here
Desperately wishing to be
The one in the Mirror.

I looked back at the glass, though,
And was once again entranced.
Filled with excitement
As through the sky I danced.

But what should I see
As toward ground I flew,
But the grand Hogwarts castle
And the Quidditch pitch too!

My deepest desires
Were right there for me,
A thousand times better
Than watching TV.

I was mixing potions,
I was learning new spells,
I was chasing a Snitch
As the audience yelled.

I was walking through hallways
And chambers and stairs
Ignoring the paintings’
Inquisitive stares

I was talking to house-elves,
I was filled with such glee,
I ate their sweet biscuits
As they brought me more tea.

I was brushing a unicorn,
I was hovering pillows,
Extracting the bile
From young armadillos!

I was watching myself
As I wished I could be:
With my wand and my broom
It was so good to see.

Yet as I saw myself living
What I wished was my life,
I realized how this
Could only bring strife.

And the magic of the Mirror
Began to wear away.
As I slowly felt
My attention stray.

As tempted as I was
To spend the day there,
It would bring me such longing
That I could not bear.

It had shown me
All that my heart had desired,
Yet I knew I gained nothing
From what had transpired,

So I made myself look away,
I turned and I walked.
I couldn’t stand to have
My emotions so mocked.

My deepest desires
Within my grasp,
Separated from me
By a pane of glass.

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Harry Potter · #13 October 15th, 2009, 2:09 am

Entry 12

The first thing that strikes me as I look into the mirror is how large the room is. Large, and wonderful. Bright filtered sunlight shines on the polished surfaces of the tables. At the far end a group of schoolchildren are working quietly, relaxed, totally at home in this fabulous place. The walls are lined with books. From floor to ceiling, the most amazing quantity, variety, all beckoning me to charge through the mirror, and choose one, two, to lose myself in the enchantment that those books offer. I can almost smell them.

One of the children looks up and smiles, and with a shock of recognition, I see myself.

Goodness, I look different. Gone are the frown lines of worry, of concern, of panic and stress that the exam has put me under. Gone, too the scruffy clothes of my junior school. In their place the smart navy blue and grey uniform, blazer proudly bearing the Grammar School crest.

Is that really me? Can I pass the horrible exam and take my place in a new school, and sit with those students in the library? Can I transform my love of reading into a love of learning? The girl in the mirror smiles again and returns to her work.

And all I can do is wait.

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Harry Potter · #14 October 15th, 2009, 2:10 am

Entry 13

What is the deepest desire of my heart?
Now, there’s a good question! Oh, where do I start?
I wish I were not such a vain, shallow rotter,
That my dreams were as pure as that wretched boy Potter.

Alas, my true answer, banal and absurd,
Reminds me a lot of a tale I once heard:
A radio host in a country somewhere
Phoned foreign ambassadors and, live on air,

In the interests of spreading some seasonal cheer,
Asked what they wanted for Christmas that year.
The Spaniard said, “I would like peace in our time”;
The Frenchman, “An end to all violent crime”;

The German, “That all of the starving are fed”;
“That’s terribly kind,” the British one said,
And then he went on, to his shame so acute,
“I’d like a small basket of crystallised fruit.”*

That British ambassador’s kind of like me:
I know that a vision of close family
Is what I should see in the Erised glass,
But, alas, I’m a self-centred pain in the… neck.

Though I know it is clicheed and selfish and wrong,
In the words of that odious Nickelback song,
My desire (or, as posh people say, “Mah desar”)
Is

“I-I-I wanna be a rock star!”

In my dreams, I’m an axegirl, a foxy rock chick,
A guitar virtuoso, who’d easily lick
All the hard bits in “Freebird” or “Stairway to Heaven”,
While in real life I struggle with D and A7.

I’m not just plain bad. It’s worse, can’t you see?
Even Posh Spice has more talent than me!
Though I’ve always sung as well as I could,
I’d probably make Paris Hilton sound good.

In my dreams, I can make my guitar weep and sing,
But, in truth, I’m not able to tune the darn thing!
While I’d love to play keyboards like Sir Elton John,
I even get “Chopsticks” abysmally wrong,

And although I would settle for being a drummer,
I have no sense of rhythm – now ain’t that a bummer!
But what I would see in the Erised frame
Is me in the Rock’n’Roll Great Hall of Fame,

Playing a fusion of rock, funk and blues,
Releasing an album to brilliant reviews,
Mounting the stage, while hundreds applaud,
To collect a most coveted Grammy Award,

Performing at festivals, mud everywhere,
To large crowds of crusties with dreadlocky hair
Who’d scream “Yes! We love you! Why don’t you play more?
We’ve bought the tour T-shirt. We beg you! Encore!”,

Jamming with….ah, well, I’d better not say.
Identities must not be given away.
If I named the musicians with whom I would jam,
It would be pretty obvious just who I am.

The names would provide the predictable answer,
Like Minchin for Druid or Depp for Freelantzer.
But I’d love to play with (and gain, what is more,
The respect of) the people whose songs I adore.

Sure, there would be other perks to my wish –
I could act like a diva and drink like a fish,
Trash my hotel rooms, have tantrums and rants,
Snog gorgeous, young roadies in tight leather pants,

Sign autographs for a besotted admirer,
Appear on the cover of National Enquirer.
But music itself is the thing I hold dear,
That “magic beyond all that we can do here”.

And so, mirror, mirror, (though not on the wall),
Make me the most potent witch of them all.
Give me the talent for which I so long,
Make me a legendary mistress of song.

I’m sure that for voters whose standards are tough,
My desire just won’t be HP-focused enough.
They’ll say, “Oh, dear me, your entry’s inferior!
It just doesn’t meet all my voting criteria!”

So, in desperate hope of quelling their queries,
I also wish Rowling would write a new series.
There! Happy now? I hope so. You see,
My real wish is everyone voting for me.

*This is actually based on a true story. The British Ambassador obviously completely missed the point of the exercise.

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Harry Potter · #15 October 15th, 2009, 2:11 am

Entry 14

http://img8.imageshack.us/i/taskseven.mp4/

I found this Mirror the other day.
I was not sure what it did.
I saw something of only I dream.
I saw me finish the seven.
I think it showed me the future.
2043 it said.

I set to work to fulfill this.
I kept thinking of the reflection.
I thought I had managed to do it.
But the wall hit in Chamber of Secrets.

I did not know the mirror had lied.
Or rather I thought it truthful

Seems it meant nothing.

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Harry Potter · #16 October 15th, 2009, 2:11 am

Entry 15

April, 10,

I had another strange dream last night. It’s been a long time since I had one of these dreams. I had to write it down first thing this morning so I wouldn’t forget it.

The door slammed shut behind me as I moved into the chamber. I turned back and glanced at the door. I gave an involuntary shudder as I watched it close and heard the loud click of a lock. Facing the chamber before me, I had the strangest sense I’d been here before. Only somehow things were different this time. Instinctively I slowly crossed the chamber’s floor to the large gilded mirror on the other side. I couldn’t veer from my path even if I wanted to as it felt that an invisible rope was pulling me forward. The sense of having been here before lingered with me as I walked, but I knew I’d never seen either this chamber or that mirror before.

The mirror towered before me. Scrawled across were the following words “Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.” At first glance, I thought that the words were some form of Elfish like at the Gates of Moiria in the Fellowship of the Ring that Daddy used to read to me. Then as I peered closer, I recognized the Latin that translated meant something along the lines of “Look into this mirror and see your heart’s deepest desire.” My deepest desire! Wow! What would I see? Would I see the future, or my great-great grandmother that I look so much like? Intrigued, I moved closer.

At first, I saw nothing. Then an image came into focus. There I was. At least I think that was me. But I wasn’t the child I am now. I was all grown up and my long hair was shining and my deep eyes sparkled. Daddy was right. I will look just like the photos and paintings I’d seen of my great-great grandmother! The grown-up version of me was wearing on her right wrist a silver charm bracelet with three small charms on it – one of two countries, one of two girls with their arms wrapped around each other, and a small heart between the two. I remembered the day my best friend had given me that bracelet and told me that “No matter how far apart we will be, our hearts are always going to be connected.”

Then another person joined me in the mirror. I turned around behind me, but no one was there. So I turned back to the mirror. There she stood, my best friend in the entire world, her long blonde hair flowing down her back in gentle waves as she pulled me close into a hug. Her face showed the signs of the difficulties she’d faced since we had been separated as children. “Oh my friend,” I heard her murmur through the tears that touched my neck. “I never thought that this day would come. I’ve heard of so much trouble. And I can’t believe that I’m here with you and you’re safe!”

My arms tightened around her as I clung to her tightly. I knew what she was talking about. An ocean separated us at first, but then other circumstances kept us apart. Funds for traveling. War. Growing up. Getting married. Having children. Seeing our families torn apart. But somehow, we stayed together through it all. And finally, our chance to reunite was here. And our reunion was so sweet!

I really do hope that my strange dreams tell the future! Because my heart longs for the day that I can be with J. again! I’ve missed her so much!

Always.

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Harry Potter · #17 October 15th, 2009, 2:12 am

Entry 16

I place my left hand upon the aged Bible. I raise my right hand in the air, and take a stabilizing breath, this wouldn't be a good time to stutter. This is the same book that has been used to inaugurate every president since George Washington. I can practically feel every single one of those two hundred and fifty years of history flowing through me. In no way has this been an easy journey. I have sacrificed sleep and sanity to get where am today. And though I have no idea what the next four years hold in store for me, just for this moment, it's all worth it. I glance out at the crowd below me. I have put in a lot of work in the past year, but I know I can never repay my debt to these people. No matter what I did, without their love and support, I would still be flipping burgers, as I had been just ten years before. I think back to when I was a child, when the thought of electing a women for president was unthinkable, and now... I've done it. Where so many before me have failed, I, of all people, have found success. I can only hope that I will prove worthy of that honor. I feel tears begin to sting the corners of my eyes, as I recite...
“I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

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Harry Potter · #18 October 15th, 2009, 2:13 am

Entry 17

What would see in the mirror of Erised? – A reflection of my life (a Story)

This is the story about all of my hopes and dreams.

I guess for starters… I see myself standing there with my mother. That’s the basic image that I’d see there.

‘Look deeper into the image…’ a mysterious voice cried out. ‘How am I supposed to do that?’ I say back to the voice. ‘Use your heart and soul to guide you – they’ll know the way to what you’re looking for…’ ‘How will I know if something is just that?’ The voice chuckled and took a minute to reply, as if it were pondering upon the question. ‘Trust me,’ it said. ‘You’ll know…’

Then all of a sudden, things went quiet and I was all alone. I went and looked once again into the mirror, this time with all of my heart and soul. The image in the mirror became busy with many images… all of which were from my own childhood. I saw myself as a part of a large family… then I saw myself going on a large shopping spree as part of a contest that I won. I then saw myself riding on my own horse. And last but not least… I saw myself learning how to dance. I kind of laughed at the sight, since in real life, I had no rhythm whatsoever.

All of a sudden… the images faded away and were replaced with images from a little further on in my life. I saw myself winning the lottery. I grinned at the thought and then the next image showed up. It showed me living in a mansion. It was a big and beautiful one… and I was awed by the sight of it. That image faded away and the next one showed up… the final one from this time period. This one was for my mother, from what I could tell. It showed her finding a decent man to be with and possibly even marry some day.

The images shifted once more… to a more recent time. Images of my hopes/dreams from this period appeared. The first one that showed up… was me in a Camaro. I was ecstatic to see this one, since I’ve always wanted to own a nice car. That image disappeared as another one took its place. It showed my mom and me on a tropical vacation. I was thrilled by the sight of it… since I’ve always wanted to escape cold weather for awhile. This image faded away and was replaced by another hope/dream for my mom. It showed her acting... It made perfect sense to me, since that was always my mom’s dream. Then the mirror went dark… and there was once again silence. I thought things were over… but I was wrong. Out of nowhere… the next image showed up. It was me… as a successful writer. I was almost in tears at the sight of this one. No – this wasn’t a sad moment… for I was grinning as well. This was one of my biggest hopes/dreams.

Then this one faded away and as the final one appeared. It was the end of poverty. I’ve always wanted this one to happen someday, but sadly it’s the most impossible one, due to how things are in the real world.

The mirror went dark for good. ‘Did you find what you were looking for?’ the mysterious voice asked. ‘Yea, for the most part, and thanks for the help.’ I said back to the voice as I left the room for good.

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Harry Potter · #19 October 15th, 2009, 2:13 am

Entry 18

The mirror of Erised

My deepest desire,
Though it may sound cliché,
Is to go to Hogwarts,
And learn magic every day.

But before I went to Hogwarts,
I’d need to buy supplies,
And Diagon Alley’s got it all,
Like robes of every size.

Before I could buy anything,
Or go on a shopping spree,
I would need my gold,
And Gringotts is where it’d be.

So I’d walk up to the goblin,
And he’d ask me for my key,
Then we’d head down underground,
To vault five hundred & sixty-three.

After I’d retrieved some gold,
I would give the shops a try,
I’d take a look at my Hogwarts list,
And find what I should buy.

I would buy a magic wand,
From Mr. Ollivander,
Then I’d get potion supplies,
Like tails of salamanders.

Next I’d purchase my uniform,
At Madam Malkin’s shop,
Then I’d go to Eyelop's Owls,
Where the hooting doesn’t stop.

Later I’d go to Flourish & Blotts,
Where I’d find the books I’d need,
Then, I’d have all my supplies,
And my journey could proceed.

On September 1st I’d pack my trunk,
And head to King's Cross Station,
The whole time I’d be anxious,
For my magic education.

Platform nine & three quarters,
Would be packed with a crowd,
Screeching, hooting, talking,
It would be extremely loud.

The scarlet steam engine,
Called the Hogwarts Express,
Would be waiting to take me,
Away from the crowdedness.

After everyone found a compartment,
And we’d finally taken our seats,
A woman with a cart would ask,
If I wanted any sweets.

So I’d buy some Licorice Wands, Chocolate frogs,
And Drooble's Best Blowing Gum,
I’d also buy some Cauldron Cakes,
And devourer every last crumb!

When we’d finally arrived,
A strange sound would meet my ear,
It’d be a booming voice that shouted,
Firs’ years over here!

So I would follow Hagrid,
To some boats sitting by the shore,
And as I climbed in, I’d wonder,
What could be in store?

Once we crossed the lake,
And we reached the entrance hall,
We’d learn about the houses,
From Professor McGonagall.

Next, in the Great Hall,
We would see quite a sight,
Ghosts, floating all around,
Transparent & pearly-white.

We would stand up front,
So the sorting could begin,
And I’d start to wonder to myself,
What house would I be in?

Professor McGonagall,
Would start reading names from a scroll,
While students put on an old hat,
That’d be dirty as a troll.

As I placed the hat upon my head,
It’d be quiet as a mouse,
Then it’d open near the brim,
And shout out my house!

Next, the feast would start,
And there’d be lots of delicious food,
Roast chicken, pudding, steak, bacon,
And beef that had been stewed.

The next day I’d wake up,
And off to class I’d go,
I’d have classes like Herbology,
Where I’d make gillyweed grow.

Professor Sprout would be messy,
With a patched hat & fly-away gray hair,
She’d always be covered in dirt,
But she’d be kind, so I wouldn’t care.

Potions would be fun,
Mixing different stuff together,
Like fluxweed, mandrake seeds,
And powdered phoenix feather.

Snape would seem a bit mean,
But he’d just be misunderstood,
Down underneath it all,
He’d really be kind & good.

History of Magic would be interesting,
Learning about goblin riots & giant wars,
With all that violence & fighting,
The work would hardly seem like chores.

Transfiguration would be neat,
Changing all kinds of things,
Like an old, dirty, pair of boots,
Into a clock that sings.

Professor McGonagall,
Would be a little stern,
But that’d only be because she cared,
And wanted us to learn.

Care of Magical Creatures,
Would be wicked awesome,
Taking care of blast-ended skrewts,
And a fire breathing possum.

Hagrid would love huge monsters,
And he, himself, would be gigantic,
But don’t let that fool you,
He could also be romantic.

Charms would be a blast,
Learning spells like reparo & lumos,
With all the awesome stuff that you learn,
There’s nothing to make you doze.

Professor Flitwick would be small,
With a high & squeaky voice,
But when it comes to charms teachers,
He’d be my number one choice.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts,
I’d learn to defend myself from Inferi,
And that could come in handy,
‘Cause, man, those things are eerie.

All throughout the year,
My talents would increase,
I’d be smarter, faster, better,
My skills would never cease.

But, at the end of the year,
I’d sadly have to leave,
I’d miss all of my teachers & friends,
And maybe even peeves.

Although there’s a bright side,
It’s not as bad as you may fear,
‘Cause it’d only be one summer until,
I’d get to go back next year!

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Harry Potter · #20 October 15th, 2009, 2:14 am

Entry 19

“The Clock Opposite the Mirror of Erised”
or
“What I’ll See in the Mirror of Erised”

This clock on the wall will be changed.
The face will be big as the world.
Between every hour will be seas
Of time now to do what I want,
I dream, what I would if there were
The time to be all in the world
That’s good, ambitious, exciting,
Worthy, beautiful, pleasing; as
Required, as is right, just for fun,
Time worlds for doing and being.

This clock on the wall will reverse,
Age spots and wrinkles retreating,
Good health and bright skin appearing,
All scars disappear, (inside and
Outside); lost ones returning and
Lost loves remembered and all of
Them here – here with me in this time.
You are beside me, and happy.
We live in the joy of a moment
Of time that returns from the past.

The clock from the wall is missing.
No time I see, in this mirror
Of dreams. No fearing a parting,
Just joy in loving and laughing;
Each hour, the only and all hours.
Bold suns and soft moons all risen
At once. I can hold all the sands
Of life, and no tide will remove
A grain. Eternity shines from
This glass, reflecting forever.
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