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th, trying not to move it, and to his relief he mao

get ih anything. they walked

straight past, and harry lea the wall, breathing deeply,

listenieps dying away. that had been close, very

close. it was a few seds before he hing about the

room he had hidden in.

it looked like an unused . the dark shapes of desks

and chairs were piled against the walls, and there turned

er basket -- but propped against the wall fag him was

something that didnt look as if it belohing that

looked as if someo put it there to keep it out of the way.

it was a mag mirrh as the g, with

an old frame, standing on two clawed feet. there was an

ins carved arouop: erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru

oyt on wohsi. his paniow that there was no sound of filch

and snape, harry moved he mirr to look at

himself but see ion agaiepped in front of it.

he had to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from

sg. he whirled arou ounding far more

furiously thahe book had screamed -- for he had seen not

ohe mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing

right behind him.

but the room ty. breathi, he turned slowly

bairror.

there he was, refle it, white and scared-looking, and

there, refled him, were at least ten others. harry looked

over his shoulder -- but still, here. or were they all

ioo? was he in fa full of invisible people

and this mirrors trick was that it reflected them, i?

he looked in the mirrain. a woman standing right behind his

refleiling at him and wavi a hand and

felt the air behind him. if she was really there, hed touch her,

their refles were so close together, but he felt only air --

she ahers existed only in the mirror.

she retty woman. she had dark red hair and her eyes

-- her eyes are just like mihought, edging a little

cllass. bright greehe same shape,

but theiced that she was g; smiling, but g at

the same time. the tall, thin, black-haired man stao

her put his arm around her. he wlasses, and his hair was very

untidy. it stuck up at the back, just as harrys did.

harry was so irror now that his nose was nearly

toug that of his refle.

”mom?” he whispered. ”dad?”

they just looked at him, smiling. and slowly, harry looked

into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and saw other

pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little

old man who looked as though he had harrys knobbly knees -- harry

was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.

the potters smiled a harry aared hungrily

back at them, his ha against the glass as though

he ing tht through it ahem. he had a

powerful kind of aside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.

how lohere, he didnt kions did not

fade and he looked ail a dista him back

to his senses. he t stay here, he had to find his way back

to bed. he tore his eyes away from his mothers face, whispered,

”ill e bad hurried from the room.

”you could have woken me up,” said ron, crossly.

”you e tonight, im going bat to show you

the mirror.

”id like to see your mom and dad,” ron said eagerly.

”and i want to see all your family, all the weasleys, youll

be able to show me your other brothers and everyone.”

”you see them any old time,” said ron. ”just y

house this summer. anyway, maybe it only shole. shame

about not findihough. have some baething,

why arent you eating anything?”

harry t eat. he had sees and would be seeing

them again tonight. he had almotten about flamel. it didnt

seem very important anymore. who cared what the three headed dog

was guarding? what did it matter if s, reall