Harry Potter Snake Mirror Novels & Stories

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

At the snake’s last breath, its red eyes faded, then its mouth slowly opened—where a small, purple core appeared glowing inside. Arth’s blue eyes blended with the purple light as he stared at it in amazement. The thick ice that covered the beast finally broke and shattered into pieces. He pulled out his sword that had been deeply pierced through the snake’s head. The stinky breath of the beast’s mouth made him almost throw up as he picked up the purple sphere inside.

He smiled but looked a little worried when he said, "See the second pendant." My eyes went to the second one. It was a small picture case. On the case, the word 'Always' was written with a beautiful font. That reminded me of Snape and Lily Potter from Harry Potter. By this time my curiosity had spiked. What picture could it be? I quickly opened and what I saw completely surprised me. It was a photo of me and my parents. Wow!!, I had no photos of my parents. I was so mesmerised by the photo and the necklace that I didn't speak anything for a few minutes. I was truly speechless.

Harriet suggested. I couldn't help but let out a sigh. "Harriet, that mirror only answers questions like, 'Who is the fairest of them all?'" I replied, facepalming at the suggestion. Karina, always the book nerd, chimed in with another idea. "What about the magical bug? I read about it in one of the royal manuals. It says we should place it in front of the Living Mirror with the accuser, and the bug will reveal the truth."

I thought I looked good in the mirror, the best I've looked for weeks due to him! He runs back down the stairs holding a black box in his hands, it looked big enough to hold a necklace or a watch maybe. He opens it to reveal a necklace in the shape of a heart, from where I was standing it looked like the heart had diamonds going around the edges. That wouldn't have been cheap, hopefully, it hasn't come off a dead person, wow dark Freya. "You look incredible, this necklace will just tie it all together" he smiles taking it out of the box instructing me to turn around, I do as I'm told while he puts the necklace around my neck clasping it.

He inhaled the delicious scent, trying to locate the source. Weird, thought Alexander. He used the portal most of the time but never felt that way. The strange feeling he was getting from inhaling the delicious scent intrigued him. He had to find the person. So, he took off running, following the scent like a Bloodhound. Soon, he ended up standing in front of Hertford Manor. Alexander peeked at the front yard, seeing a petite girl, her dark brown hair reaching to her waist. She was looking at the bright full moon, so he was unable to see her face. Her pale fists were curved into a ball; as if she was mired in deep thought.

My fingers tingled. The stairs ended in a wide underground chamber. Lit by glowing orbs floating above black marble. The walls were carved with runes. Shelves lined with scrolls. Vials. Bones. Ancient spellbooks. And in the center? A mirror. Not just any mirror. It shimmered like water. Swirled like smoke. I stepped closer, eyes narrowing—until suddenly, the mirror flared with light, and a vision appeared. Golden wings. Burning eyes. A man screaming in rage. My breath caught.

Then there was the mirror. It was shoved in a dusty corner of the garage, hidden under a tarp. Lyra had pulled it off, expecting to see her own face staring back. But the mirror didn’t reflect her at all. It just shimmered. She remembered frowning, reaching out to touch it, and then— Wham. Sucked in. The memory slammed into her. Her eyes widened. “Oh my God!” she gasped, springing to her feet. “I knew that mirror was cursed!”

The shadows shied away, hissing like burning steam and then came the silence. Serena stood. Mirage shimmered in the centre of the stone circle. A mirror formed. But it didn’t show her. It depicted twelve wolves, standing high on a ridge of black rock, howling into the wind. One of them is standing in the middle — silver-eyed, fire beneath her pelt. Serakha. The mirror cracked. A line down the center. And up came Serena’s reflection. Changed. Eyes like moonlight and hair dusted with silver at the tips. The forest’s voice came back — low, ancient, gentle.