A/N: I'm bored. I figured I'd write another one.

Summary: A collection of drabbles about what assorted HP characters see in the Mirror of Erised.

Disclaimer: All of these characters belong to JK Rowling.

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Chapter 3: Hermione

She had stumbled across the mirror by accident upon helping Headmistress McGonagall clean out the late Albus Dumbledore's chambers at Hogwarts after his death. She was sorting through a closet, boxing old robes and assorted odds and ends that the past headmaster had collected in the years and stuffed away. It had been against the wall, covered in a plain white bed sheet, looking remarkably pitiful among the assorted things left behind. Curious, she had tugged on the corner of the sheet and let it fall away to reveal the mirror.

It seemed like an ordinary mirror at first. She had stared at her reflection in disappointment, confronted with the scars and nicks collected in the final battle. A burn had gnarled the upper left side of her face, making her resemble a more attractive, younger female version of Mad Eye Moody. She was just about to turn away in disgust when she noticed something fairly peculiar. Her reflection was smiling. No, her reflection was smirking.

She gulped, confused. Was it a trick? An enchantment? It had to be! As she frowned nervously at her own face, she realized that her reflection was changing as well. The glassy trick face was smoothing over, losing its crooked disfigurement to grow beautiful and calm. There were no purple rings under her eyes, no cuts across her lips. Her posture was not slumped but instead proud. This was not herself. It was a stranger.

No. It was her.

But she was wearing dark black robes, wispy and expensive. Ostentatious. The setting in which her reflection was standing was dark and murky, with vague shapes in black skulking around behind her. But despite the darkness, Hermione recognized it. It was Voldemort's fortress.

"No," Hermione choked out, backing away. She threw the sheet over the mirror but the image was burned in her memory. Respected. Powerful. Pureblooded.

She knew it was the Mirror of Erised subconsciously but refused to accept it even when Harry told her so.