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This is for a contest called the Mirror of Erised. It's for Harry Potter, but then it's about my personal life and me finding the mirror. I wasn't sure if it was considered fanfiction or not, so I just decided to put it into general fiction. Here's the link if anyone wants it contests/viewcontest.php?id=52
This is extremely personal to me! I've been debating if I want to enter this for a while now. So please be careful about what you post about the actual contents of the story. But feel free to review it and tell me how my writing or use of detail can be made better
This is extremely personal to me! I've been debating if I want to enter this for a while now. So please be careful about what you post about the actual contents of the story. But feel free to review it and tell me how my writing or use of detail can be made better
So many memories, forgotten, destroyed. The thought depressed me. Memories seemed to be the only thing I had, even if some of them weren’t the best. All my memories were contained with my ten journals, and they were my pride and joy. Without my memories I was nothing.
As I walked in my grandpa’s basement, that’s exactly what was flooding through my mind, memories. Lots and lots of them at that. I stared at the My Little Ponies staring back of me, a figment of my childhood. Yes, I remembered them well. I could almost see my aunts and me playing with them together. I snapped out of my phase and looked down. Things weren’t the same anymore. I was going to college soon. My childhood was long gone.
I kept looking around. My grandpa wouldn’t be home for a while, and my grandma had just told me to do what I wanted. How could I turn down an opportunity like this? I came to the very back of the room. It was piled high and everything imaginable. I smiled. Just as I had remembered it. I turned my head and noticed a door to the side. Of course I had seen this door hundreds of times, but I had never been in it. I always thought it was my uncle’s room. But now that my uncle had long since moved out it was my chance.
I tip toed to the door and opened it. Of course whenever you’re trying to be quiet everything seems extremely loud, so I had to hold my breath, sure someone had heard me and was about to come down to tell me to not snoop around, but when I heard no one I sighed a sigh of relief and went inside.
I was expecting more junk now that the room was empty and not needed, but I was surprised to find it almost completely bare except for a mirror that stood in the center. My grandpa kept a lot of junk, but an old mirror was never something I remembered or could picture him keeping.
I walked up the mirror and looked inside of it. I almost jumped two feet when I didn’t see my normal reflection; rather I was snuggled next to a guy. I kind of backed away, a little freaked out. I did a couple deep breathing exercises and then went back. I was still there with that guy, but this time I saw some little kids with me. What was this? Could this mirror tell the future? I wanted a family someday and to fall in love, but was this what I was in for?
Suddenly the scene changed, and instead of seeing a family I saw myself again, but this time in front a classroom. I did a double take. What was going on here? Suddenly Harry Potter came to my mind. Of course, the Mirror of Erised. But what were the odds it was in my grandpa’s basement? I shook my head and wondered how weird my life would be getting in the next two minutes. But I was really curious, so I couldn’t stop staring. I was smiling, telling a student about some grammar related things. It made me happy to see this.
The scene changed again, making me wonder how many desires I could possibly have. This time I saw a book. It was opened, allowing me to see the words. Why did they look so familiar? The book was then closed and I smiled when I saw the title: Everything Happens for a Reason. I wanted desperately to touch it, but I stopped myself and shook my head, realizing it was only a mirror and you couldn’t go inside it, no matter how much you wanted to. Then the book opened to the first couple pages, allowing me to see the also by the author section. I saw a huge list of all different kinds of books. My heart started to beat a little faster. I REALLY wished this mirror could tell the future. But I got a little down when I realized these were only my desires. I already knew all these things and I didn’t need to see them in some mirror that would have no bearing on whether or not they actually happened. I sighed and was about to leave when I saw the scene change again.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me,” I said out loud. “I didn’t think I had this many desires.” I shook my head, about to leave without interest in what I would see next, but I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around when I saw the dark hair. No, it couldn’t be…
I stared for a while, unable to comprehend what I was seeing. He smiled at me. I still couldn’t stop staring. “I’m very proud of you,” he told me. “You’ve accomplished more than I could have imagined.”
Okay this was just too much for me to handle. The next thing I knew I ran out of the room and all the way up the stairs. I even ran out the kitchen door, causing my grandma to look at me funny, probably thinking I saw a really giant spider or something.
Some memories should be forgotten.
