She peaked from behind the heavy door, studying the large artefact that loomed in the dark corner of the room. Slowly, she crept up to it, picking her nails as her heart started racing. She shouldn’t be here. But I need to see. She wanted so badly to know what her heart desired. She wanted so badly to know what it would take to make her happy.
She’s heard of many stories of the grand mirror before her. The Mirror of Erised only shows a person’s deepest and most desperate longings. She thought that if she knew what would make her happiest, she could finally run away from the sadness that only seemed to engulf her. She tiptoed towards the reflective surface and held her breath.
Her eyes searched frantically around the perimeters of the great mirror. Wha-? Did it stop working? She searched the mirror, feeling the sides as if looking for an on-switch. It is said that only the happiest person in the world would only just see themselves. Magical artefacts dont just stop working!
She stared back at her reflection, switching from eye to eye. Not even the Mirror of Erised knew what was inside her heart. Nobody knew. Nothing knew. Not even her. Maybe happiness was never meant for her. Maybe she didn’t have the capacity to hold such an emotion. Maybe there is no happily ever after. Maybe, well of course – her heart was empty. She was never going to be happy.
She started to feel the tears building up in her eyes and the heat radiating from her face. All she wanted was to smile without the fear of being truthfully seen. Why cant she be happy? Slowly, she placed her hand on the shiny surface and felt her knees sink to the ground. Couldn’t she just hold on to a little bit of happiness? Maybe if she placed her hand there, she could steal the joy from every previous person just to make up for her own sorrows. She banged the mirror with a clenched fist.
Crack. She looked up, frightened to have broken the school’s prized possession. What she saw however, was enough to soften her swollen eyes. You’re finally here.
Kneeling beside her was the only person she ever loved. With her eyes fixed to the mirror, she saw her tears being wiped away with the back of her hand. She reached towards her own face, trying to hold on to her fondest memory only to feel the grasp of emptiness. You’re.. not here. She closed her eyes, almost remembering what her touch felt like. But when she reopened her eyes she was gone.
The moral to this story is that you can be happy with yourself. What she was supposed to see was the happiness of letting go – the lack of Her. Thats why she didnt see anything. The mirror knew that letting go will eventually lead her to her happiness.
At least, that is what im telling myself.
Heres a picture from my trip to HarryPotter World in the UK.