Fic: Mirror, Mirror
Title: Mirror, Mirror
Author:
noscrubs12345
Rating: G
Ship: Ginny/Tom
Word count: 610
Summary: While exploring the castle on a sleepless night, Ginny stumbles upon the Mirror of Erised.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc., M2M and Atlantic records. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Raw and unbetaed since this fic just begged to be written, so any and all mistakes are my own. Hope you enjoy!
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If only wishes could be dreams,
And all my dreams could come true,
There would be two us standing here in front of you,
If you could show me that someone that I used to be.
Bring back my baby, my baby to me.
--"Mirror, Mirror" by M2M
Ginny snuck past Mrs Norris in the empty corridor, the silver moonlight spilling in from the window casting long shadows in the night around her. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, she ducked into an old unused classroom. The door creaked shut behind her, and she leaned against it for a moment, her heart pounding. She slowly turned, taking in the room once she had calmed down a bit.
The old desks were pushed to one side of the room, dust slowly gathering on their neglected surfaces. On the other side of the room, dust particles floated, trapped, in a beam of soft moonlight. Across from the door stood something huge covered with an old white sheet that was patched in a few lonely places.
Ginny crossed the length of the room, staring up at the oddly shaped monstrosity. She reached forward, entranced, and grabbed hold of the sheet covering it and pulled. The cloth fluidly fell to the floor, revealing a huge, gilded mirror. Ginny gazed up at the carvings on the top and the peculiar inscription.
"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi," she read aloud. Ginny furrowed her brow, not understanding the apparent nonsense.
After a moment, she shrugged and dropped her gaze to her pyjama-clad reflection. Ginny suppressed a scream and pivoted around when she saw she wasn't the only person reflected in the mirror. When she had assured herself she was alone, she turned back to the looking glass. She stared at the reflection and nervously ran a hand through her hair.
Staring back at her was a skinny red head trapped somewhere between a woman and a child--and Him. His dark eyes shone in the mirror's watery glass, his dark hair reflecting the wispy moonlight, and his elegant mouth was drawn into a small smile. She just stared, thinking she had gone mad.
Ginny stood there in shock as mirror-Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, whispering something she couldn't hear in her ear. She placed one pale hand on her waist where his hands reflected in the mirror and reached out to it with the other. Her fingers met nothing but cold, smooth glass. With a shudder, she noticed the one teardrop that was slowly tracing a path down her cheek.
Ginny looked up at the ceiling, unable to look at the mirror anymore. The inscription caught her eye again.
She dropped her tearful gaze and said to her reflection, "Surely this is a dream." Mirror-Tom just winked at her.
She slowly read the mirror's inscription again, this time backwards. "I show not your face but your heart's desire...."
Her knees gave out as understanding grasped her and Ginny fell to the floor, clutching her stomach and allowing the tears to flow.
When she felt she could speak again, she looked up at her reflection through damp lashes. Tom was still there beside her, his ethereal thumb wiping a tear from her face. His own features were graced with concern as he knelt by her side.
"Why can't you lie to me?" she said to the mirror, her bitter voice reverberating off the classroom's high ceiling. The mirror, of course, didn't answer and Ginny sat stone-still, staring at the long-lost boy from her past.
Author:
noscrubs12345
Rating: G
Ship: Ginny/Tom
Word count: 610
Summary: While exploring the castle on a sleepless night, Ginny stumbles upon the Mirror of Erised.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc., M2M and Atlantic records. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Raw and unbetaed since this fic just begged to be written, so any and all mistakes are my own. Hope you enjoy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If only wishes could be dreams,
And all my dreams could come true,
There would be two us standing here in front of you,
If you could show me that someone that I used to be.
Bring back my baby, my baby to me.
--"Mirror, Mirror" by M2M
Ginny snuck past Mrs Norris in the empty corridor, the silver moonlight spilling in from the window casting long shadows in the night around her. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, she ducked into an old unused classroom. The door creaked shut behind her, and she leaned against it for a moment, her heart pounding. She slowly turned, taking in the room once she had calmed down a bit.
The old desks were pushed to one side of the room, dust slowly gathering on their neglected surfaces. On the other side of the room, dust particles floated, trapped, in a beam of soft moonlight. Across from the door stood something huge covered with an old white sheet that was patched in a few lonely places.
Ginny crossed the length of the room, staring up at the oddly shaped monstrosity. She reached forward, entranced, and grabbed hold of the sheet covering it and pulled. The cloth fluidly fell to the floor, revealing a huge, gilded mirror. Ginny gazed up at the carvings on the top and the peculiar inscription.
"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi," she read aloud. Ginny furrowed her brow, not understanding the apparent nonsense.
After a moment, she shrugged and dropped her gaze to her pyjama-clad reflection. Ginny suppressed a scream and pivoted around when she saw she wasn't the only person reflected in the mirror. When she had assured herself she was alone, she turned back to the looking glass. She stared at the reflection and nervously ran a hand through her hair.
Staring back at her was a skinny red head trapped somewhere between a woman and a child--and Him. His dark eyes shone in the mirror's watery glass, his dark hair reflecting the wispy moonlight, and his elegant mouth was drawn into a small smile. She just stared, thinking she had gone mad.
Ginny stood there in shock as mirror-Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, whispering something she couldn't hear in her ear. She placed one pale hand on her waist where his hands reflected in the mirror and reached out to it with the other. Her fingers met nothing but cold, smooth glass. With a shudder, she noticed the one teardrop that was slowly tracing a path down her cheek.
Ginny looked up at the ceiling, unable to look at the mirror anymore. The inscription caught her eye again.
She dropped her tearful gaze and said to her reflection, "Surely this is a dream." Mirror-Tom just winked at her.
She slowly read the mirror's inscription again, this time backwards. "I show not your face but your heart's desire...."
Her knees gave out as understanding grasped her and Ginny fell to the floor, clutching her stomach and allowing the tears to flow.
When she felt she could speak again, she looked up at her reflection through damp lashes. Tom was still there beside her, his ethereal thumb wiping a tear from her face. His own features were graced with concern as he knelt by her side.
"Why can't you lie to me?" she said to the mirror, her bitter voice reverberating off the classroom's high ceiling. The mirror, of course, didn't answer and Ginny sat stone-still, staring at the long-lost boy from her past.