Guys I fucking miss Harry Potter

LIKE OH MY GOD

I JUST REALIZED HOW MUCH I MISS H👏A👏R👏R👏Y👏P👏O👏T👏T👏E👏R

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I am a huge Harry Potter fan. I’ve talked about it on my blog a lot of times, notably in a few essays called Potter & Me in which I tell my discovery and experience with the series. I even made a segment of me interviewing my sister about Harry Potter two years ago (which got abandonned like most of what I start). I’d provide you with links but I doubt anyone would use them.

I always went through phases with my Potterheadness. I’d lose interest for a little while, then get hit with Potter Fever and go back to binging all the material I could lay my hands on. Rereading the books, posting quotes, joining forums, playing online RPG games (hogwartsonline was my shit), harrassing my friends until they pick the books up, entre autres.

The problem is that every time I reread the books, I would always lose the momentum on Deathly Hallows and eventually stop midway through. Thus, I’ve never read Deathly Hallows through end. I’ve read the first half like 4 times, but I can’t finish the rest e v e r y t i m e. I’ve read it in full, of course, but in French, back when I first discovered it.

Because of this, my “fever” finally calmed down to a halt since my last failed attempt, and I never thought of picking the books up since. That didn’t mean I was any less of a Potterhead, of course; I bought Cursed Child on release day (let’s not talk about that… thing, though), and I watched Fantastic Beasts as soon as it came out (now that, we can talk about any day), but I haven’t bothered to reread the actual books or rewatch the movies.

But I’m making this post now, so as you have probably guessed, I AM AFFLICTED WITH POTTER FEVER ONCE MORE!

It all started when I literally forced one of my close friends to take the first book with him on holiday. He was so adamant on not reading, to the point where he read it just so he can prove to me that he won’t like it.

Obviously, he did like it. He’s now begging me to give him the second. I wanted to make him wait as a punishment for being a stubborn in the beginning, but he texted me a picture of him downloading the second movie, and I can NOT risk him commiting the crime of watching-before-reading.

Anyway, this reminded me of how enchanted I were when I first discovered the series, and how badly I missed the wizarding world. So here I am, showing symptoms of Potter Fever once again! 

However, I do not want to repeat my old mistakes. This time around, I want to start from Deathly Hallows at once. It’s against my core beliefs, but I see no other way. Wow, I’m amazing at making silly stuff sound heroic.

My birthday was last week, and this same friend who was on holiday brought me a wAND FROM THE WIZARDING WORLD OF HARRY POTTER AT UNIVERSAL. The DUMBLEDORE one. I can’t describe how amazing it felt to hold it for the first time. Not only that, but my other amazing friend got me the HOGWARTS LIBRARY! I had been looking for them my entire life! She got me the new editions, in that pretty green case, and I melted when I opened the package. I already started rereading Tales of Beedle the Bard and the nostalgia hit me like a truck. 

God I missed Harry Potter. And I’m ready to dive back in.

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FIRST TASK: MAGICALLY MUSICAL – BLOGGERS’ HOUSE CUP

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IT IS THE FIRST DAY OF CLASSES!

STUDENTS SCURRY THROUGH THE HALLS, GATHERING AROUND THE DASHBOARDS TO FIND OUT WHAT THEY HAVE THROWN THEMSELVES INTO.

FIRST TASK: MAGICALLY MUSICAL

You and your Housemates will decide upon one song. Any song. Your Head of House will make the final decision and report the song back to me.

The song you pick will then become the theme song to your house throughout this competition.

But wait! You’re not gonna sneak away that easily.

You and your team mates are going to change the lyrics of the song to fit your house.

No holds barred: you can come up with anything you want, from boasting your house values to roasting the other houses…

 

And the best part is (at least for me it is)…

You are going to be recording this song!

Nevermind your singing skills, you need to give it LIFE. You can either pick a member to sing the whole song, make it a duet, assign each part to each member, or even get a friend of yours to sing it.

The song must be uploaded to any video platform you feel comfortable with, and will be accompanied by a video. The video can be anything you want, from a slideshow to a lyric video to an actual music video.

Seeing as this is your first task and I want you to do your best, you will have ten days to submit your entry.

Throughout the competition, the tasks will be judged by a panel of independent judges who will be completely unbiased.

Points will be given for the song choice, the cleverness of the lyrics, the creativity of the video, and the presentation as a whole.

Points will be distributed as such:

1st Place: 50 points

2nd Place: 45 points

3rd Place: 35 points

4th Place: 30 points

DEADLINE: WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 14TH, 11:59 PM EST.

ANY HOUSE THAT FAILS TO SUBMIT BEFORE THE DEADLINE WILL HAVE ITS TASK POINTS REDUCED BY HALF, REGARDLESS OF POSITION.

ANY HOUSE THAT FAILS TO SUBMIT IN TWO DAYS’ TIME WILL BE DISQUALIFIED FROM THE TASK.

REMINDER: ALL PLAYERS ARE REQUIRED TO REGISTER TO BLOGWARTS BOARDS!

If you haven’t already, make sure to:

  1. Visit blogwarts.boards.net,

    Register to the forum,

  2. Go to the Welcome thread,

  3. Follow the links to your House Common Rooms,

  4. Register A SECOND, SEPARATE registration to your House forum,

  5. Wait to be approved and start taking part in the task.

BLOGWARTS STUDENTS:

Tara – GRYFFINDRAFT HEAD OF HOUSE

L GRYFFINDRAFT PREFECT

AnnonymousBlog

Shivani.

thchicwithbluehair

thewondrouslifeofalliem

Chloe Lauren

Zoe2600

Gretaawhitaaker

Eve @ Twist in the Taile

ImaginaryplacesonpaperImaginaryplacesonpaper

LittleBlog

hallsofivy

Briana

itsabunthing

Zada

aprmcl

Zyphira

InkpenDaisy

Tanya Sahay

Rants, Raves and Rambles

Keira – RAVENCLICK HEAD OF HOUSE

Luna – RAVENCLICK PREFECT

I Am Donovan

Selfie

Oy30

Aspen

Plethoricate

Jessica

Wanderlust77

Em Is Lost

Sav.the.lion

BooksAnBlabber

Bogorm333

itsjustjudie

amzyinthemiddle

everydayblogger101

littlegingee

Cheyenne Raphael

FashionableFables

DayDreaming Books

Lia

 

Bookwormgirls123 – HUFFLEPOST HEAD OF HOUSE

Elm – HUFFLEPOST PREFECT

mahjabeen

Lucia R

Farah Edz

MyCrazyObsession

Bella

Genesisthe1st

3liittlebirds

tryingtosimplybe

Elly

TeenageNomadBlog

Bibliophile

ilovemylife

devgunawidjaja

crystalclexr

Lainey

fictionalwritingsandi

Stuti Sood

Silviya

JagsOnline

Ruth – SLIKERIN HEAD OF HOUSE

fibit – SLIKERIN PREFECT

Iridescence

Ayuhcircus

Trisha Malone

Zimi

Melanie Noell

JustAverageTeenMe

Kitty

Annabeth

Anonymousteenageblogger

Addlepates

Lifeofaninspiredteen

Allyrocs24

writingpenguinblog

EmilyBecca

Flavia

ozbooksnail

pandaheartsbooks

Julie

Teenella

IF YOU APPLIED BUT YOUR NAME DOESN’T FIGURE HERE, LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS!

FOR ANY NEWCOMERS WISHING TO JOIN THE GAME, PLEASE COMMENT BELOW.

GOOD LUCK, HAVE FUN AND MAY THE MAGIC LIVE ON!

 

BLOGWARTS OFFICIALLY OPENS! – BLOGGERS’ HOUSE CUP

Welcome, Bloggers, To Blogwarts!

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It is September 1st, and Blogwarts has officially opened its doors after the Sorting Ceremony.

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Here is a list of all our enrolled students so far:

Tara – GRYFFINDRAFT HEAD OF HOUSE

L GRYFFINDRAFT PREFECT

AnnonymousBlog

Shivani.

thchicwithbluehair

thewondrouslifeofalliem

Chloe Lauren

Zoe2600

Gretaawhitaaker

Eve @ Twist in the Taile

ImaginaryplacesonpaperImaginaryplacesonpaper

LittleBlog

hallsofivy

Briana

itsabunthing

Zada

aprmcl

Zyphira

InkpenDaisy

Keira – RAVENCLICK HEAD OF HOUSE

Luna – RAVENCLICK PREFECT

I Am Donovan

Selfie

Oy30

Aspen

Plethoricate

Jessica

Wanderlust77

Em Is Lost

Sav.the.lion

BooksAnBlabber

Bogorm333

itsjustjudie

amzyinthemiddle

everydayblogger101

littlegingee

Cheyenne Raphael

FashionableFables

DayDreaming Books

Bookwormgirls123 – HUFFLEPOST HEAD OF HOUSE

Elm – HUFFLEPOST PREFECT

mahjabeen

Lucia R

Farah Edz

MyCrazyObsession

Bella

Genesisthe1st

3liittlebirds

tryingtosimplybe

Elly

TeenageNomadBlog

Bibliophile

ilovemylife

devgunawidjaja

crystalclexr

Lainey

fictionalwritingsandi

Stuti Sood

Ruth – SLIKERIN HEAD OF HOUSE

fibit – SLIKERIN PREFECT

Iridescence

Ayuhcircus

Trisha Malone

Zimi

Melanie Noell

JustAverageTeenMe

Kitty

Annabeth

Anonymousteenageblogger

Addlepates

Lifeofaninspiredteen

Allyrocs24

writingpenguinblog

EmilyBecca

Flavia

ozbooksnail

pandaheartsbooks

IF YOU APPLIED BUT YOUR NAME DOESN’T FIGURE HERE, LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS!

CLICK HERE TO REGISTER TO OUR NEW FORUM, BLOGWARTS BOARDS!

Blogwarts Boards is the forum where most of the House Cup will be taking place. In addition, Tasks and Results will be announced weekly both on this blog and on the forums.

A warm welcome awaits you in the Great Hall, and prefects will lead you to your respective Common Rooms, which means you will then have to register to your respective house forums. Applications will be reviewed by me, to make sure no students sneak into other houses’ common rooms!

ALL STUDENTS MUST REGISTER TO BLOGWARTS BOARDS AND APPLY FOR THEIR RESPECTIVE HOUSE FORUMS!

Enjoy your first few days at Blogwarts by holding discussions, chatting with friends and meeting new students. Everybody’s free to start up a thread in the Great Hall and get people talking, from Harry Potter, to any books or fandoms, to real life advice, to social debates.

On Monday, CLASSES OFFICIALLY BEGIN! Which means the respective house boards will open, the First Task will be revealed, and thus the race for the elusive House Cup will begin. Prepare yourselves for all kinds of wicked challenges and surprise minigames throughout the competition! The more active you are, the more points you will earn your house, and the better chance you have at WINNING THE HOUSE CUP!

Prefects and Heads of Houses are encouraged to grant House Points whenever they see a student deserves it. Worry not though, we won’t pull any Dumbledore-robs-Slytherin-from-their-House-Cup move à la Philosphers’ Stone. Any awarded (or deducted!) house points will be reported to me so that I can modify the leaderboards.

If you need any help with schoolwork, feel free to consult your house Prefect or Head of House. If they see it fit, they will pass it on to the Headmawkward Blogger, A.K.A me.

FOR ANY NEWCOMERS: IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO SIGN UP AND JOIN IN!

UNFORTUNATELY THE SORTING CEREMONY HAS ENDED. TO JOIN THE GAME, COMMENT BELOW.

HERE’S TO OUR FIRST SCHOOLYEAR FULL OF FUN, FRIENDSHIP AND MAGIC!

 

BLOGGERS’ HOUSE CUP – JOIN NOW!

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WELCOME TO THE FIRST EVER

BLOGGERS’ HOUSE CUP

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BLOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WORDCRAFT AND BLOGGERY OPENS ITS DOORS FOR THE FIRST TIME TO WELCOME ALL BLOGGERS INTO ITS FOUR HOUSES: GRYFFINDRAFT, HUFFLEPOST, RAVENCLICK, AND SLIKERIN. THE HEADMAWKWARD BLOGGER WILL GUIDE YOU THROUGH YOUR ENTIRE SCHOOL YEAR, FROM YOUR SORTING ‘TIL THE HOUSE CUP CEREMOMY, WHERE THE BEST HOUSE WILL BE CROWNED.

Throughout this new community game, hosted by me, aVeryAwkwardBlogger, many tasks await you to test your courage, kindness, wisdom and ambition. You will work as a team to win as many points as possible, and earn your house the glorious house cup at the end of year ceremony.

REGISTRATION IS OPEN FOR EVERYONE, BLOGGERS AND READERS.

And the Sorting Ceremony begins!

As the newbies gather around the Sorting Hat in the Great Hall, the tension is high. The Headmawkward Blogger stands serenely by the side, excited to see where his first ever students will be sorted.

‘May I have your attention please?’ He asks calmly.

The ongoing chit-chat hints to him that he may not have it after all.

‘Sonorus’ he says pointing to his throat. ‘WILL YOU GIVE ME YOUR BLOODY ATTENTION YOU LITTLE – ahem – I think that will do. Very well! Welcome, welcome, to our humble school! I am so very pleased to see you all here ready to learn’

‘Learn?’ says Elm. ‘LOL. I’m here to win that cup!’

‘Gurl bye’, says L. ‘I’m here for the banquets.’

‘Very well… Then… I guess we’ll eat!’ declares the Headmawkward Blogger.

‘NO!’ they all cry out.

‘Is this old dude for real?’ snaps  Selfie.

‘We want to get sorted first!’ inquires Luna.

‘Fine, fine’ retorts the old dude. ‘You will all take the Sorting Hat test and shall be sorted into the most fitting house! Also, I will be randomly choosing a Head of House and a Prefect for each house. Most importantly, be honest. Good luck!’

GET SORTED NOW: CLICK HERE

DO NOT HESITATE! BE MANY! HAVE FUN!

For any questions, contact the Headmawkward Blogger in the comment section below.

FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – !FINAL CHAPTER! – Chapter 7

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Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

Chapter 4: Five Years Later

Chapter 5: Recovery & Rediscovery

Chapter 6: The Mirror of Mirages

Chapter 7: His Only Desire

  -“FRED?!”

It took George every bit of energy and will he still had to stop him from flinging himself into the mirror.

-“FRED, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE? WHERE ARE YOU?! FRED, CAN YOU HEAR ME?” roared George. He couldn’t tell if any of it was real, if this was just one awful nightmare. “COME ON! ANSWER ME! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”

George was full of rage. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Why was he looking at the reflection of his brother, who didn’t seem to care for the state of madness his brother was in, and didn’t bother to comfort him and tell him everything was going to be alright? He was just staring back at him with a silent, peaceful face. That was it. George got up and seized the mirror, ready to smash it.

-“George? What are you doing?!”

George immediately let go of the mirror. Was he starting to hear his brother’s voice now? He thought he’d gone mad. However, when he looked at the door, he saw Ron standing near it, befuddled at the sight of his brother wrestling with a mirror.

-“Oh. It’s you,” said George. Then all of a sudden, he threw himself at his younger brother, crying into his shoulders. Ron, who wasn’t quite used to this sudden display of affection, awkwardly patted his brother in the back. Even in these circumstances, he couldn’t find anything to say. Their sadness was too deep to be expressed by words. That’s when his eyes fell on the mirror.

-“Bloody hell!” whispered Ron, his eyes fixated on the tall mirror that was unmistakably familiar.

-“What is it?”

-“George… This is the mirror of Erised!”

-“The what?”

Ron had let go of his brother now, and was staring at the magnificent mirror. There he was, holding the Elder wand in one hand, Hermione by the other.

-“The mirror of Erised. Harry discovered it during our first year,” Ron said. “We used to come here at night for him to see his parents.”

-“What are you talking about?” said George, looking strangely at his brother. Had everyone gone crazy?

-“According to Dumbledore, this mirror showed every person their deepest, strongest desire. He wanted to see his family, so he did. But he could never talk to them. He just stared.”

George had stopped listening. He was looking in the mirror. Fred was looking back at him. And he understood.

Five years ago, when he and his twin looked into the mirror, all they saw was their own reflection. Because that was their only desire. To be together. To stay together.

And today, George didn’t see himself in the mirror. He only saw his brother. Because he’s the only person he ever wanted to be with.

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FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 6

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Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

Chapter 4: Five Years Later

Chapter 5: Recovery & Rediscovery

6: The Mirror of Mirages

  The memory instantly came back to him. He vividly remembered the night when, five years ago, he discovered this very mirror with Fred while they were running away and hiding from their former caretaker. Again, as he looked at it, it seemed like a plain normal mirror. His reflection stared at him with the same sad expression.  Everything looked the same as it did the night they found the room. With only one exception.

Fred wasn’t with him anymore.

He suddenly couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. He broke down and started sobbing uncontrollably. That was it. There will be no more discoveries. No more adventures. No more good times, no more fun, no more laughs. It’s just going to be him from now on. Him and his own thoughts, with no Fred to share them with. It all happened so abruptly. Was he going to make it? Would his life realistically be possible, or have any meaning, with his twin gone? He still had his business. He still had his family. He still had Angelina. But he didn’t have his second half.

He kneeled in front of the mirror, tears running down his cheeks. His eyes were closed. He couldn’t get himself to open them. He knew that if he did, if he looked into that mirror, the memory of his deceased brother will resurface, harder than ever, due to their uncanny resemblance. And it could destroy him.

But was he going to hide forever? Was he going to constantly run away from his memories, from his fears?

No. He couldn’t. That was not like him. Fred would be completely ashamed and disappointed if he let his death take down his brother. He wouldn’t want to be the reason why George’s life was ruined.

No. He was going to challenge himself. He was going to fight. His brother died during a war in which Good triumphed over Evil. That should make him proud. His blood wasn’t spilled in vain. His brother was a hero. And he was going to be brave for him.

Slowly, George stood up, raised his head, and started opening his eyes. Then he looked into the mirror.

His shock almost made him fall back to the ground.

The person looking at him looked exactly like him, but looked nothing like him. He had the same length, the same ginger hair, the same face. But he wasn’t covered in grime. His face wasn’t smeared in dust and blood. His expression wasn’t devastated. And his left ear was intact.

-“… Fred?”

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FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 5

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Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

Chapter 4: Five Years Later

Chapter 5: Recovery & Rediscovery

When George woke up, he wasn’t surrounded by the rest of the survivors of the battle, like he expected. He was glad about it.

After the battle, everything was kind of blurry for him. He had completely lost touch with reality, so he still didn’t know who exactly the ‘survivors’ were. He would have to check on that later.

One disaster at a time.

In spite of having been raised in an unstable and dangerous environment for most of his life, George had never really experienced deep shock in his life. And now he suddenly found himself facing the one thing he feared above most. His worst nightmare.

Fred is dead.

That was the truth. The only truth that seemed to matter at this point. The person he shared his whole life with had now disappeared. He just won’t be seeing him anymore. He was never going to talk to him anymore, as long as he lived.

Thinking about it like that may have made the fact seem simpler. But it wasn’t. It was much more complicated for him.

And he couldn’t stand thinking about it anymore. So he just got up and started walking.

Every part of this castle reminded him of Fred. But he figured that, because all he had left of his twin was memories, he might as well relive the happier ones. He strolled past classrooms and corridors, each one bringing back a different memory that made him smile sadly, close his eyes and hold back a couple of tears.

George wandered about, lost in thought. They had just won the war. Voldemort was finished. Harry was alive. He had many reasons to be happy, but he felt that happiness was the last thing he was feeling. But he had accepted it…

A glimmer of gold made him stop in his tracks.

It looked fairly normal, like a reflection of some shiny object, no magic involved. He looked around, trying to spot the origin of this golden shine. And then he saw it.

Inside a deserted room, seemingly unaffected by the battle, under an antique chandelier, stood a mirror. Marvelous, ceiling-high, with a beautifully carved golden frame, supported by two lion paws. Just as he remembered.

 

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FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 4

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Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

Chapter 4: Five Years Later

-“Are you okay?”

-“What?”

George suddenly seemed to come back to himself. In front of him, a tall, attractive, ginger young lady was looking at him with big eyes swimming in grief and sympathy.

-“Never mind, I was just looking all over for you. We’re all gathered in the Great Hall. Join us whenever you feel like it.”

He looked at her, giving a little nod, his mouth twisting into the smallest, saddest, deepest of smiles. A moment later, Ginny was leaping into his arms, wrapping hers around him in a tight hug, tears trickling down her face onto her brother’s neck.

-“Don’t worry about me, I’m okay, I’ll go down in a minute.”

He stared at her as she headed back downstairs.

Okay? Was he really okay? Would he ever be okay again?

Would he ever get used to waking up each day and not seeing an exact replica of his face looking back at him?

Was he ever going to get used to the absence of the most important person to him?

His brother. His twin. His best friend. Fred. Gone forever.

No… He must be imagining things. Fred can’t have left him. He never did. Not even when he was stuck in detention with their old caretaker. Those late nights during their school years now seemed so far behind, but that didn’t mean things changed. They were always a pair, and surely always will be.

Yes… He was sure that in a minute, Fred will come out from behind a pillar, grinning, like he always did when he saw his brother. It’s just another one of his pranks, tricking him into believing he was lost forever.

-“You know, Fred,” said George while standing up, “this little game you’re playing is just cruel. That’s not how we do it. We never trick each other.”

Silence. He began pacing around the room, his eyes looking desperately in every direction trying to catch a glimpse of ginger hair somewhere in the ruins left by the battle that had killed many. But no, not Fred. He was alive, George was sure of it.

-“Okay Fred, I surrender now”, he said lifting his arms in the air. “Come out already. You got me.”

He let out a nervous giggle followed by a pathetic whimper. Desperation was starting to get the best of him as the inevitable truth started downing on him.

-“That’s it! Stop! This isn’t funny!”

His shaky voice was starting to grow into a terrifying yell. He was now running, breaking into every room, smashing into doors and walls, searching for his twin who he knew wasn’t hiding anymore.

-“FRED! STOP IT NOW! YOU’RE STILL ALIVE, I KNOW IT, YOU’RE IN HERE, YOU’RE TORTURING ME, FRED! YOU’RE NOT GONE! YOU’RE NOT…”

George’s body seemed to stop responding. His legs couldn’t carry him anymore; his head couldn’t take the full weight of his thoughts. He flailed and fell down, splattering his blood, sweat and tears on the dusty floor.

-“… Dead.”

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FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 3

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Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

-“Come on, hurry up!” yelled Fred, running and panting.

-“I think we’ve lost him,” said George, also short of breath.

They both slowed down, heavily breathing, their hearts racing. Filch had given up and returned to his office. They were now completely lost in the darkness, somewhere in the castle, because they have been too busy trying to out-run the caretaker to pay attention where they were going. The Marauder’s Map they had found during their first year in Hogwarts, which was a map that showed all the grounds, floors, rooms, and secret passages in Hogwarts, was left in their dormitory, having already memorized their way through the castle, so they couldn’t use it to find their way back this time.

-“We couldn’t have gone very far,” said Fred to his twin, and they both muttered “Lumos”. Two narrow beams of light appeared out of the tips of their wands, making their ways through the dark.

-“We went up a fair amount of stairs. We must be three or four floors above that battered rat’s office.”

They began walking slowly, moving their wands left to right, trying to find something familiar that could indicate their current location.

After a couple of minutes, the silver light hit something that glimmered: it was a doorknob.

Fred and George were already experienced in the fine art of sneaking out before attending Hogwarts, and they had plenty of time to master their skills during the four years they spent in school. Therefore, they didn’t even waste time trying to open the door the normal way. George whispered “Alohomora” and the door unlocked and opened by itself.

The twins stepped in, wands first, but the room was already illuminated by the pale moonlight. It was deserted, with a single chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Fred scanned it with the wand light, and all of a sudden the light hit him back. They both took a step back, then headed forward.

The light beam had been reflected by a marvelous, ceiling-high mirror, with a beautifully carved golden frame, supported by two lion paws. They stepped in front of it.

At first, all they saw was their reflection. But after a while… What they saw was still their reflection, standing there together in the empty room.

-“Does this do anything special?” asked George, examining the back of the mirror, running his hands on the metal, then on the smooth and polished glass surface. It was surprisingly warm.

-“I don’t know, it looks out of place. Why would someone put it here if it was just a regular mirror?”

-“Oh well. Whatever it is, it couldn’t be that important. We’ll get to it later. Right now let’s just focus on returning to the common room.”

They eventually found their way back. The next day, Filch went after them and gave them a month’s worth of detention, which completely took their mind off the mirror, and they never gave it another thought.

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FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 2

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Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

 -“Argus…” whispered a voice in the darkness.

Filch woke up with a start in his damp office, lifting himself from his moldy bed on his elbows. Did somebody just call him by his first name in the middle of the night? Persuading himself that he was again imagining the voice of his late mother, he laid back down. But the silence was broken once more:

-“Argus.. Argus Filch.. Get up you bloody bastard..”

Now that he was sure it wasn’t just in his head, he began looking around, pointlessly because of the total dark, and calling:

-“Who’s there? Who the hell insulted me? Peeves, if it’s you again..” he said angrily, swinging his arms around him in every direction as though to grab the sneaky poltergeist.

-“This is not Peeves, you idiot. This is… Sir.. Squibolas.. De Squibsy-Squibinton! That’s right, that’s who I am,” said the uncertain, but intimidatingly confident voice.

The owner of that voice was standing in the shadow behind the office door, and his twin was hardly holding in his giggle.

-“Sir who?” barked Filch, his eyes narrowing, trying to catch a glimpse of the person behind the unidentified voice that had just called him a bastard and an idiot.

-“Never you mind, my name is not the point of my visit,” said George in a hoarse voice. “I’m here on a rather special mission. Let me just go over some basic points. I was the only wizard in a family of Squibs, and I had been working on perfecting a wand that would restore a Squib’s magical powers.”

-“By Merlin! Go on,” muttered Filch, suddenly rigid and attentive-looking, his eyes wide.

Fred was somewhat impressed with the improvising ability in his brother, and grasping where he was heading with this, spoke in the same voice as him:

-“That’s right! I grew tired of performing everybody’s magical duties so I decided to make a special wand that would grant them their own magical powers. I spent years assembling it. When, at last, I succeeded, and my family started using magic… Well…”

-“I got punished for breaking the laws of magic,” continued George. “Yeah, well, I allowed magic to unrightful owners, and then out of the blue I wake up one day and my body is gone! I didn’t foresee that consequence, I’ll tell you that. But well, I wasn’t going to stay in my home feeling miserable about what happened to me forever! So I thought, I became like that for giving magical powers to unfortunate Squibs, so why not continue doing that?”

-“Right… Well… Even though my body was gone, I was still there, you know? I didn’t just disappear. I didn’t die. I was just body-less,” said Fred in an over-dramatic tone. “So I started tracking Squibs down and returning their magic to them by leaving them one of my special wands. Here’s yours, it’s laid on your desk. I’ve already given Miss Irma Pince hers and she successfully casted a Furnunculus charm on a student who was doodling on one of the library books. She must have been waiting for ages to do that. The poor boy now has boils the size of ping-pong balls all over his cheeks.”

-“Really? Irma has magic now?! Good Heavens! I can’t believe this… Finally my years of being humiliated by these awful little pricks are about to come to an end!” said Filch, with an evil grin that revealed yellow and cracked teeth. “Oho, when I lay my hands on these Weasleys… Let me see… Ah, the wand is there.”

He was now on his bare feet, staring at the long, black stick with a power-hungry, greedy look on his face. He stretched his hand, reaching out with his fingers to grab the wand, too concentrated on it to notice that two ginger boys were peaking in from behind the door, watching him. He closed his grip on the wand, held it with huge pride in triumph in front of him, and…

POOF. A huge cloud of multi-colored smoke filled the office with a loud detonation. Filch tried to disperse it, coughing and cursing, and finally look down.

His fingers were gripping not a wand, but the neck of a rubber chicken.

He looked up.

-“WEASLEY!” he bellowed, throwing away the chicken, jumping with his hands in front of him to chase the two twins who ran off, howling with laughter.

-“Hope you enjoyed your fake wand, Mr. Filch!” threw George to the caretaker behind his shoulder, sprinting into a staircase.

-“Courtesy of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes!” added Fred, following his brother.

-“I’M GOING TO GET YOU THIS TIME, YOU LITTLE BASTARDS, YOU!” screamed Filch. He was ashamed that he had actually believed what they told him, that for a glorious moment he thought that his days of being an outcast were over.

 

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