What Did Dumbledore See In The Mirror Of Erised Novels & Stories

He whispered as he shook his head. He opened the door widely as he walked in, waiting for me to come in as well. I looked in as I saw Dumbledore’s back, he was looking at the portrait of an old man who certainly must be dead for years. I took the first step towards the door and the maid that called me kept on staring at me. “The f*ck, why is she staring me like that?? Darn it!!” I cursed within as I walked in. “So was she the one??” Dumbledore asked Darwin as Darwin sat down on his swivel chair.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

Ellais didn't stop crying, neither did that treacherous desperation inside Darren's heart calm after knowing she was not closer to him. After a while, Darren was standing beside a full length mirror inside Aereza's chamber while clutching that empty bottle of some kind of liquid which he had already anticipated what it was. "You were right. It is an invisibility potion," Rowan came and informed him. "Aereza might have taken this potion in order to escape from the castle without getting caught by anyone," those words of Rowan made Darren growled like a chained beast. Slamming his fist against that mirror, he broke it into pieces. Glaring on those pieces with his hooded crimson eyes, Darren st

It spread on the invisible surface till it became a mirror. My reflection crystal clear. It looked like I was inside some cave. The place looked oddly familiar. " Liana! " now my reflection was speaking with the voice of the beast. " Do you still wish to go along with the decision of your heart and not your brain? " Why was it so hell bent on convincing me not to help Draco get back to himself? Was this some kind of sorcery that was inflicted by the blade? Then my reflection faded. The exact symbols that were dancing on the pages, appeared on the mirror itself. They stopped after rearranging themselves into a particular pattern.

He has lived for centuries,always returning to earth with different faces and bodies, but still the same. But she could pull pieces,fragments, and shadows.In a new body. That night, the scrying mirror in Morwen’s sanctum sparked. She stood before it, exhausted, robes torn, hair wild. And there he was. Harry. Not as he was. But as he had become. A reflection not in glass,but in smoke. His face was totally different now, eyes burning with a violet flame. “You look worse than I left you,” he said, in a mockery way.

he finally inquired. I nodded. My sensitivity to the world's shifts, heightened after the funeral rites, was why I had fought to be there. The world was awash with malice and a bizarre sense of wrongness, as if a polar bear had wandered into the Antarctic. My gut told me that dissonance was our lifeline. Our mission was to dispel it and set things right. Our imperative was to drive the haunts away and reclaim the world. On my way over, an idea popped into my head out of nowhere: gold coins were what made the strange world go round, and the haunts were so crazy about them.

I just hope whoever he is, he is ready for the most unimaginable curses that are about to befall him for meddling into affairs that aren't his to interfere. I stared at the shards scattered on the floor then at the broken mirror by the vanity. It wasn't no ordinary mirror. I could see my purple eyes starting to change with slight significance that can only be obvious when in extreme close contact with anyone. Fuck! I need my damn potions right now and goddess help me I lay my hands on whosoever did this!

Seraphina screamed, her blue magic flaring out in a protective bubble. ​"Did he?" Eris laughed, and the sound was like glass breaking. "Or did he just ensure the prize didn't fall into his father's hands before he could claim it for himself? Look at the mark, Seraphina. It’s not a gift. It’s a leash." ​In the real world, inside the vault, the Mirror of Eris began to shake violently. ​Kael rushed toward it, his hand reaching out for the glass. "Seraphina! Come back!"

Oh, this was going to be fun. - After observing my surroundings, I followed everyone else to the manor hall. In the middle was a gigantic crystal chandelier, and all the walls were rows of ancient mirrors, each labeled with a player's name. When the young mage stood before his own mirror, everyone saw an image of him appearing in the mirror, being torn apart by countless tentacles. His face turned pale right away. Everyone followed suit, but it was all gory sights of death. When I went to my mirror, however, there was only opaqueness with no images to be seen.

"You smell like him." My heart stopped. The hounds are coming. I looked past Kael, past Ronan's brooding glare, past Zephyr's calculating silence—and I saw the shattered mirror. In the reflection, just for a split second, a pair of molten gold eyes blinked back at me from the darkness. I wasn't crazy. And my life was about to change forever. END OF CHAPTER 2