Wish Upon A Star

House Cup

Ashlyn waited for the other two for about five minutes when the other two rushed out of the door shutting it behind them. They could hear the loud barks of Fluffy.  Together, the three of them walked to the hospital wing. Ashlyn filled them in on what had happened after she came out on the way.  

"What on earth happened?" cried Madam Pomfrey when she saw them.

"Ummm. Saving the Wizarding world from the clutches of dark wizards," said Ashlyn as she watched Madam Pomfrey usher Ron over to a bed. Madam Pomfrey turned her head sharply to see Ashlyn smiling widely and she dismissed it as a poor joke. Only if she knew what Ashlyn had said was true.

As she lay on her bed in the hospital wing (Madam Pomfrey had forced her and Hermione too, even though they said they had no particular injuries.), Ashlyn couldn't help but worry about Harry.

What if he hadn't managed to stop Quirrell? That would mean chaos. Harry would be killed. Voldemort would come back. The muggleborns would be gone. Hermione and Ron would be in trouble. Dumbledore. Hogwarts. 

No! Ashlyn shook her head, trying to clear her head. Nope, no stupid thoughts. Plus, she was exhausted and she didn't need her brain to overthink everything and give her a massive headache. She closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

The next morning when she woke up, she saw Hermione sitting next to Harry, who was unconscious. Ron was sleeping soundly. 

"He's alright?" Ashlyn asked groggily. Hermione nodded. Ashlyn walked up to Harry 

"All in one piece. Glad you didn't die, Harry Potter," she said softly, even though he couldn't hear her. Hermione chuckled slightly. Just then  Dawn swooped in.

"Hey. Long time no see," she said as she untied the note tied to his leg.

The note read:

'Dear Miss Clarke,
My office. If you please.
Sincerely
Albus Dumbledore
PS- You wouldn't happen to have any sherbet lemons, would you? '

Ashlyn got up. "From Dumbledore," she told Hermione and walked off.

She entered the all too familiar office and saw Dumbledore smiling at her from behind his desk.

"A tough year, I suppose," said Dumbledore smiling kindly, motioning her to sit.

"Yes, professor," Ashlyn said tiredly. "I had a hard time trying to convince them that it was Quirrell and not Snape. Not that the listened of course."

"Miss Clarke, I assume you feel something is missing?" said Dumbledore.

He was right. It was a wish she had kept inside her. She had tried hard to forget. She desperately wanted to know what she desired the most. She wanted to see the Mirror of Erised. She saw Dumbledore's smile widen as she nodded, a small frown on her face.

And that old man should really stop using legilimency on her. She should really learn how to shield her mind or everyone would know all that she knew, and that wouldn't be good.

"Then I would suggest you follow me," Dumbledore said as he got up and walked out of his office.

Ashlyn was standing in front of an abandoned classroom. Dumbledore motioned her to enter. There it was, the infamous mirror of Erised.

 Ashlyn stood in front of it and looked at her reflection. She was there, a bit older, smiling. Hogwarts was in the background. There was Harry, Hermione, Ron, Sirius, Neville, Cedric, Lupin, Mad-eye, Fred, George, all the Weasleys, Snape, Dumbeldore, the Malfoys and everyone she knew and wished would stay.