Harry Potter's : Fantastic Beasts Guide

Night had fallen, and the outside world was blanketed in darkness. The occasional hoot of an owl echoed in the still air. Inside the Gryffindor dormitory, David threw off his quilt and began dressing quietly.

"Are you sure you don't want the Invisibility Cloak?" Harry asked from his bed, his voice low. He had been tossing and turning, unable to sleep, knowing David was determined to go in search of the Mirror of Erised.

David smiled, "No need. Are you really not coming?"

Harry quickly shook his head and pulled the covers over himself. "Dumbledore said I shouldn't," he muttered, his voice muffled under the blanket.

David shrugged and left the dormitory, heading to the common room.

In the corner, dimly lit by the dying embers in the fireplace, sat Hermione. She was curled up in a chair, her face lit with a mixture of determination and nervousness.

"Hermione," David whispered, walking over to her.

Startled, she jumped, nearly knocking over a pile of books she had stacked beside her. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" she scolded in a hushed tone.

"Sorry," David said sheepishly. "Are you ready?"

Hermione gave him a sharp look. "I'm only going to make sure you don't get caught," she said, though the excitement in her eyes betrayed her words.

The two of them left the common room, sneaking carefully through the dark corridors of Hogwarts.

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As they moved toward the fifth floor, voices reached their ears.

"Keep it down! Filch might hear us," one voice whispered.

"Relax! He doesn't know about this passage," another said confidently.

David and Hermione ducked behind a statue and peeked out to see Fred and George Weasley. The twins were cheerfully navigating a hidden passage, unconcerned about being caught.

Hermione frowned. "How are they so fearless?"

David shook his head, smiling. "That's just them."

Further along the corridor, they encountered Mrs. Norris, Filch's ever-vigilant cat. The feline paused mid-step, sniffing the air suspiciously.

David knelt, pulling out a small treat from his pocket and tossing it gently in front of the cat. Mrs. Norris sniffed it, gave a small meow of satisfaction, and turned away.

"You carry treats for her?" Hermione whispered in surprise.

David grinned. "A little snack goes a long way in avoiding trouble."

Filch's grumbling voice echoed from a nearby hallway. "What's wrong, my sweet? Why aren't you catching troublemakers tonight?"

Taking the opportunity, David and Hermione slipped past unnoticed and made their way to the fifth floor.

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In front of a tall suit of armor stood a wooden door.

"This is it," David said, pointing it out to Hermione.

She glanced around nervously. "I don't see Filch. Let's go in quickly."

David pushed the door open, and the two entered. Inside, the room was dark and filled with discarded items—old furniture, broken tools, and cobwebs.

"The mirror's gone," David said, disappointment evident in his voice.

Before Hermione could respond, a calm, familiar voice spoke from behind them.

"Looking for something, are we?"

Hermione froze. The voice was unmistakable—it was Professor Dumbledore. Her heart sank.

David, however, seemed unfazed. He turned to see the elderly headmaster, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles.

"Professor! What are you doing here at this hour?" David asked, his tone light and playful.

"As headmaster, I do tend to wander the castle at odd hours," Dumbledore replied with a smile. "Now, what brings you two to this particular room?"

Hermione stammered, but David answered, "We just wanted to see the Mirror of Erised. Harry told us about it."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "That mirror shows only the deepest desires of the heart. It's not a tool for learning, and it can be quite dangerous if one becomes obsessed with it."

"I understand," David said, "but I thought... perhaps it could help me understand myself better."

Dumbledore studied him for a moment, then his expression softened. "A noble reason. Very well. As headmaster, I have certain privileges, and tonight I'll use one of them to show you the mirror."

Both David and Hermione stared at him in surprise.

"Follow me," Dumbledore said with a wink.

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Dumbledore held out his hand, and David took it without hesitation. Hermione hesitated briefly before taking Dumbledore's other hand.

"Hold tight," Dumbledore said cheerfully.

With a twist and a sharp pull, they Apparated into a large, empty room lined with stone pillars. In the center stood the Mirror of Erised, its golden frame glinting faintly in the dim light.

Hermione stumbled and retched, the sensation of Apparition leaving her disoriented. David steadied her, patting her back.

"Are you alright?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

Hermione nodded weakly, still pale.

"Now, David," Dumbledore said, gesturing to the mirror. "Step forward and see what it is you desire most."

David took a deep breath and approached the mirror. Slowly, his reflection began to change.

In the mirror, he saw a man and a woman—his parents. The man had dark hair and glasses, and the woman wore a beautiful dress, her smile radiant. They waved at David, tears of joy in their eyes.

David felt his chest tighten, his own eyes brimming with tears. "Mom... Dad..." he whispered.

The image flickered, replaced by a series of other visions. Each one tugged at his heart, but none were as powerful as the sight of his parents.