James chuckled. "I would have thought you'd be a cat."
"Why's that?" Mia narrowed her eyes. She had, in fact, worried about such a thing
happening. It would have been ironic considering she had accidentally turned herself into
a cat during her original second year.
"Because you and Sirius fight like cats and dogs." James grinned, and both Mia and
Sirius rolled their eyes. "So what are you?"
"Guess you'll just have to wait and see."
Later that night, Mia pulled the Invisibility Cloak from James's trunk and wrapped
it around herself. She had not had nightmares that often since her encounter with Bellatrix
the summer before, and she imagined it had something to do with facing her fears.
Regardless, she struggled to sleep some nights, especially during the full moon when she
knew that Remus was alone and in pain.
It had not occurred to her until she began her training inside the Room of
Requirement, but one night just after Christmas, she sought out the Room of Hidden
Things. A part of her wanted to look for the diadem, which she ultimately found and
immediately refused to touch. It was not as though she could control Fiendfyre or had a
basilisk fang on hand. Another part of her wanted to look for other missing parts of history.
She wanted to see everything that the Fiendfyre during the final battle might have
destroyed. She wanted to look for old books and buried treasures that the castle had kept
hidden for centuries.
What she had not expected to find was a mirror.
A wondrous mirror, taller than a wardrobe, with a beautiful gold frame, stood on
two clawed feet. The inscription at the top made her gasp as she recognised from Harry's
stories what this was: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
The Mirror of Erised.
Very, very slowly, Mia approached the mirror and took in a sharp breath.
A name escaped her lips on a pained whisper, something she had not said out loud
in over three years: "Harry."