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CHAPTER TWELVE

THE MIRROR OF ERISED

Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find

itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban. The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Big before they could fly off again.

No one could wait for the holidays to start. While the Gryffindor common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the drafty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms.

Worst of all were Professor Shadow's classes down in the dungeons, where their breath Granger in a mist before them and they kept as close as

possible to their hot cauldrons.

"I do feel so sorry," said Scourge Malfoy, one Potions class, "for all

those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."

He was looking over at Tails as he spoke. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled. Tails, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish, ignored them. Malfoy had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match. Disgusted that the Slytherins had lost, he had tried to get everyone laughing at how a wide-mouthed tree frog would be replacing Tails as Seeker next. Then he'd realized that nobody found this funny, because they were all so impressed at the way Tails had managed to stay on his bucking broomstick. So Malfoy, jealous and angry, had gone back to taunting Tails about having no proper family.

It was true that Tails wasn't going back to Privet Drive for Christmas. Professor Blaze McGonagall had come around the week before, making a list of students who would be staying for the holidays, and Tails had signed up at once. He didn't feel sorry for himself at all; this would probably be

the best Christmas he'd ever had. Sonic and his brothers were staying, too, because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Romania to visit Charlie.

When they left the dungeons at the end of Potions, they found a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two enormous feet sticking out at

the bottom and a loud puffing sound told them that Big was behind it.

"Hi, Big, want any help?" Sonic asked, sticking his head through the branches.

"Nah, I'm all right, thanks, Sonic."

"Would you mind moving out of the way?" came Malfoys cold drawl from behind them. "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose -- that hut of Big's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."

Sonic dived at Malfoy just as Shadow came up the stairs. "WEASLEY!"

Sonic let go of the front of Malfoy's robes.

"He was provoked, Professor Shadow," said Big, sticking his huge hairy face out from behind the tree. "Malfoy was insultin' his family."

"Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Big," said Shadow silkily. "Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isn't more. Move along, all of you."

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle pushed roughly past the tree, scattering needles everywhere and smirking.

"I'll get him," said Sonic, grinding his teeth at Malfoy's back, "one of these days, I'll get him --"

"I hate them both," said Tails, "Malfoy and Shadow."

"Come on, cheer up, it's nearly Christmas," said Big. "Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."

So the three of them followed Big and his tree off to -the Great

Hall, where Professor Blaze McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were busy with the Christmas decorations.

"Ah, Big, the last tree -- put it in the far corner, would you?"

The hall looked spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls, and no less than twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles.

"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Big asked.

"Just one," said Amy. "And that reminds me -Tails, Sonic, we've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library."

"Oh yeah, you're right," said Sonic, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree.

"The library?" said Big, following them out of the hall. "Just before the holidays? Bit keen, aren't yeh?"

"Oh, we're not working," Tails told him brightly. "Ever since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel we've been trying to find out who he is."

"You what?" Big looked shocked. "Listen here -- I've told yeh -- drop it. It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'."

"We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, that's all," said Amy.

"Unless you'd like to tell us and save us the trouble?" Tails added. "We must've been through hundreds of books already and we can't find him anywhere -- just give us a hint -- I know I've read his name somewhere."

"I'm sayin' nothin, said Big flatly.

"Just have to find out for ourselves, then," said Sonic, and they left Big looking disgruntled and hurried off to the library.

They had indeed been searching books for Flamel's name ever since Big had let it slip, because how else were they going to find out what Shadow was trying to steal? The trouble was, it was very hard to know where to begin, not knowing what Flamel might have done to get himself into a book. He wasn't in Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century, or Notable Magical Names of Our Time; he was missing, too, from Important Modern

Magical Discoveries, and A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry. And then, of course, there was the sheer size of the library; tens of

thousands of books; thousands of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows.

Amy took out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to

search while Sonic strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random. Tails wandered over to the Restricted

Section. He had been wondering for a while if Flamel wasn't somewhere in

there. Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew he'd never get one. These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"What are you looking for, boy?" "Nothing," said Tails.

Madam Pince the hyena librarian brandished a feather duster at him.

"You'd better get out, then. Go on -- out!"

Wishing he'd been a bit quicker at thinking up some story, Tails left the library. He, Sonic, and Amy had already agreed they'd better not

ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel. They were sure she'd be able to tell them, but they couldn't risk Shadow hearing what they were

up to.

Tails waited outside in the corridor to see if the other two had found anything, but he wasn't very hopeful. They had been looking for two weeks, but as they only had odd moments between lessons it wasn't surprising they'd found nothing. What they really needed was a nice long search without Madam Pince breathing down their necks.

Five minutes later, Sonic and Amy joined him, shaking their heads. They went off to lunch.

"You will keep looking while I'm away, won't you?" said Amy. "And send me an owl if you find anything."

"And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," said Sonic. "It'd be safe to ask them."

"Very safe, as they're both dentists," said Amy.

Once the holidays had started, Sonic and Tails were having too good a time to think much about Flamel. They had the dormitory to themselves and the common room was far emptier than usual, so they were able to get the good armchairs by the fire. They sat by the hour eating anything they could spear on a toasting fork -- bread, English muffins, marshmallows

-- and plotting ways of getting Malfoy expelled, which were fun to talk

about even if they wouldn't work.

Sonic also started teaching Tails wizard chess. This was exactly like Muggle chess except that the figures were alive, which made it a lot like directing troops in battle. Sonic's set was very old and battered.

Like everything else he owned, it had once belonged to someone else in his family -- in this case, his grandfather. However, old chessmen weren't a drawback at all. Sonic knew them so well he never had trouble getting them to do what he wanted.

Tails played with chessmen Seamus Finnigan had lent him, and they didn't trust him at all. He wasn't a very good player yet and they kept

shouting different bits of advice at him, which was confusing. "Don't send me there, can't you see his knight? Send him, we can afford to lose him.". Afterwards he had to get Alexia, who was skilled at the reparing charms to fix it. On Christmas Eve, Tails went to bed looking forward to the next day for the food and the fun, but not expecting any presents at all.

When he woke early in the morning, however, the first thing he saw was a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.

"Merry Christmas," said Sonic sleepily as Tails scrambled out of bed and pulled on his bathrobe.

"You, too," said Tails. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"

"What did you expect, turnips?" said Sonic, turning to his own pile, which was a lot bigger than Tails'.

Tails picked up the top parcel. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Tails, from Big. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. Big had obviously whittled it himself. Tails blew it -- it sounded a bit like an owl.

A second, very small parcel contained a note.

We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note was a fifty-pence piece.

"That's friendly," said Tails.

Sonic was fascinated by the fifty pence.

"Weird!" he said, 'What a shape! This is money?"

"You can keep it," said Tails, laughing at how pleased Sonic was. "Big and my aunt and uncle -- so who sent these?"

"I think I know who that one's from," said Sonic, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. "My mom. I told her you didn't expect any presents and -- oh, no," he groaned, "she's made you a Weasley sweater."

Tails had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in royal blue and a large box of homemade fudge.

"Every year she makes us a sweater," said Sonic, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon."

"That's really nice of her," said Tails, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.

His next present also contained candy -- a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Amy.

This only left one parcel. Tails picked it up and felt it. It was very light. He unwrapped it.

Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming folds. Sonic gasped.

"I've heard of those," he said in a hushed voice, dropping the box of Every Flavor Beans he'd gotten from Amy. "If that's what I think it is -- they're really rare, and really valuable."

"What is it?"

Tails picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material.

"It's an invisibility cloak," said Sonic, a look of awe on his face. "I'm sure it is -- try it on."

Tails threw the cloak around his shoulders and Sonic gave a yell. "It is! Look down!"

Tails looked down at his feet, but they were gone. He dashed to the

mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He pulled the cloak over his head and his reflection vanished completely.

"There's a note!" said Sonic suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"

Tails pulled off the cloak and seized the letter. Written in narrow, loopy writing he had never seen before were the following words:

Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well.

A Very Merry Christmas to you.

There was no signature. Tails stared at the note. Sonic was admiring the cloak.

"I'd give anything for one of these," he said. "Anything. What's the matter?"

"Nothing," said Tails. He felt very strange. Who had sent the cloak? Had it really once belonged to his father?

Before he could say or think anything else, the dormitory door was flung open and Fred and Manic Weasley bounded in. Tails stuffed the cloak quickly out of sight. He didn't feel like sharing it with anyone else

yet.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Hey, look -- Tails' got a Weasley sweater, too!"

Fred and Manic were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a M.

"Tails' is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Tails' sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."

"Why aren't you wearing yours, Sonic?" Manic demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."

"I hate maroon," Sonic moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head.

"You haven't got a letter on yours," Manic observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid -- we know we're called Mred and Fanic."

"What's all this noise.

Percy Weasley stuck his head through the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carried a lumpy black sweater over his arm, which

Fred seized.

"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Tails got one."

"I -- don't -- want said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew.

"And you're not sitting with the prefects today, either," said Manic. "Christmas is a time for family."

They frog-marched Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his sweater.

Tails had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce -- and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside. Tails pulled a wizard cracker with Fred and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like

a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice. Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet, and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick and Sinistra had just read him.

Flaming Christmas puddings followed the turkey. Percy nearly broke his teeth on a silver sickle embedded in his slice. Tails watched Big getting redder and redder in the face as he called for more wine,

finally kissing Professor Blaze McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Tails'

amazement, giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided.

When Tails finally left the table, he was laden down with a stack of things out of the crackers, including a pack of nonexplodable, luminous balloons, a Grow-Your-Own-Warts kit, and his own new wizard chess set. The white mice had disappeared and Tails had a nasty feeling they were going to end up as Mrs. Norris's Christmas dinner.

Tails and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they returned to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Tails broke in his new chess set by losing spectacularly to Sonic. He suspected he

wouldn't have lost so badly if Percy hadn't tried to ‘help’ him so much.

After a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone felt too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and Manic all over Gryffindor tower because they'd stolen his prefect badge.

It had been Tails' best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Not until he climbed into bed was he free to think about it: the invisibility cloak and whoever had sent it.

Sonic, full of turkey and cake and with nothing mysterious to bother him, fell asleep almost as soon as he'd drawn the curtains of his

four-poster. Tails leaned over the side of his own bed and pulled the cloak out from under it.

His father's... this had been his father's. He let the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said.

He had to try it, now. He slipped out of bed and wrapped the cloak around himself. Looking down at his legs, he saw only moonlight and shadows. It was a very funny feeling.

Use it well.

Suddenly, Tails felt wide-awake. The whole of Hogwarts was open to him in this cloak. Excitement flooded through him as he stood there in the

dark and silence. He could go anywhere in this, anywhere, and Filch would never know.

Sonic grunted in his sleep. Should Tails wake him? Something held him back

-- his father's cloak -- he felt that this time -- the first time -- he wanted to use it alone.

He crept out of the dormitory, down the stairs, across the common room, and climbed through the portrait hole.

"Who's there?" squawked the Fat Lady. Tails said nothing. He walked quickly down the corridor.

Where should he go? He stopped, his heart racing, and thought. And then it came to him. The Restricted Section in the library. He'd be able to

read as long as he liked, as long as it took to find out who Flamel was. He set off, drawing the invisibility cloak tight around him as he walked.

The library was pitch-black and very eerie. Tails lit a lamp to see his way along the rows of books. The lamp looked as if it was floating along in midair, and even though Tails could feel his arm supporting it, the sight gave him the creeps.

The Restricted Section was right at the back of the library. Step ping carefully over the rope that separated these books from the rest of the library, he held up his lamp to read the titles.

They didn't tell him much. Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages Tails couldn't understand. Some had no title at all. One book had a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. The hairs on the back of Tails' neck prickled. Maybe he was imagining it,

maybe not, but he thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn't be.

He had to start somewhere. Setting the lamp down carefully on the floor, he looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting looking book. A large black and silver volume caught his eye. He pulled it out with

difficulty, because it was very heavy, and, balancing it on his knee, let it fall open.

A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek split the silence -- the book was screaming! Tails snapped it shut, but the shriek went on and on, one

high, unbroken, earsplitting note. He stumbled backward and knocked over his lamp, which went out at once. Panicking, he heard footsteps coming

down the corridor outside -- stuffing the shrieking book back on the shelf, he ran for it. He passed Filch in the doorway; Filch's pale, wild eyes looked straight through him, and Tails slipped under Filch's outstretched arm and streaked off up the corridor, the book's shrieks still ringing in his ears.

He came to a sudden halt in front of a tall suit of armor. He had been so busy getting away from the library, he hadn't paid attention to where

he was going. Perhaps because it was dark, he didn't recognize where he was at all, but he realized he must had gone in a circle several times. There was a suit of armor near the kitchens, he knew, but he must be five floors above there.

"You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody's been in the library Restricted Section."

Tails felt the blood drain out of his face. Wherever he was, Filch must know a shortcut, because his soft, greasy voice was getting nearer, and to his horror, it was Shadow who replied, "The Restricted Section? Well, they can't be far, we'll catch them."

Tails stood rooted to the spot as Filch and Shadow came around the corner ahead. They couldn't see him, of course, but it was a narrow corridor

and if they came much nearer they'd knock right into him -- the cloak didn't stop him from being solid.

He backed away as quietly as he could. A door stood ajar to his left. It was his only hope. He squeezed through it, holding his breath, trying not to move it, and to his relief he managed to get inside the room without their noticing anything. They walked straight past, and Tails leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, listening to their footsteps

dying away. That had been close, very close. It was a few seconds before he noticed anything about the room he had hidden in.

It looked like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs were piled against the walls, and there was an upturned wastepaper basket -- but propped against the wall facing him was something that didn't look as if it belonged there, something that looked as if someone had just put it there to keep it out of the way.

It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. His panic

fading now that there was no sound of Filch and Shadow, Tails moved nearer to the mirror, wanting to look at himself but see no reflection again. He stepped in front of it.

He had to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He whirled around. His heart was pounding far more furiously than when the book had screamed -- for he had seen not only himself in the mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing right behind him.

But the room was empty. Breathing very fast, he turned slowly back to the mirror.

There he was, reflected in it, white and scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, were at least ten others. Tails looked over his shoulder -- but still, no one was there. Or were they all invisible,

too? Was he in fact in a room full of invisible people and this mirror's trick was that it reflected them, invisible or not?

He looked in the mirror again. A vixen standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving. He reached out a hand and felt the air behind him. If she was really there, he'd touch her, their reflections were so close together, but he felt only air -- she and the others existed only in the mirror.

She was a very pretty vixen. She had orange fur, dark red hair and her eyes -- her eyes are just like mine, Tails thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green -- exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man, standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just as Tails' did, and he was a fox with 2 tails.

Tails was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.

"Mom?" he whispered. "Dad?"

They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Tails looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as

though he had Tails' knobbly knees -- Tails was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.

The Potters smiled and waved at Tails and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.

How long he stood there, he didn't know. The reflections did not fade and he looked and looked until a distant noise brought him back to his senses. He couldn't stay here, he had to find his way back to bed. He tore his eyes away from his mother's face, whispered, "I'll come back," and hurried from the room.

"You could have woken me up," said Sonic, crossly.

"You can come tonight, I'm going back, I want to show you the mirror. "I'd like to see your mom and dad," Sonic said eagerly.

"And I want to see all your family, all the Weasleys, you'll be able to show me your other brothers and everyone."

"You can see them any old time," said Sonic. "Just come round my house this summer. Anyway, maybe it only shows dead people. Shame about not finding Flamel, though. Have some bacon or something, why aren't you eating anything?"

Tails couldn't eat. He had seen his parents and would be seeing them again tonight. He had almost forgotten about Flamel. It didn't seem very important anymore. Who cared what the three headed dog was guarding? What did it matter if Shadow stole it, really?

"Are you all right?" said Sonic. "You look odd."

What Tails feared most was that he might not be able to find the mirror room again. With Sonic covered in the cloak, too, they had to walk much more slowly the next night. They tried retracing Tails's route from the library, wandering around the dark passageways for nearly an hour.

"I'm freezing," said Sonic. "Let's forget it and go back."

"No!" Tails hissed. I know it's here somewhere."

“Tails I think we are going in a circle”

They passed the ghost of a tall witch gliding in the opposite direction, but saw no one else. just as Sonic started moaning that his feet were dead

with cold, Tails spotted the suit of armor. "It's here -- just here -- yes!"

They pushed the door open. Tails dropped the cloak from around his shoulders and ran to the mirror.

There they were. His mother and father beamed at the sight of him. "See?" Tails whispered.

"I can't see anything."

"Look! Look at them all... there are loads of them...." "I can only see you."

"Look in it properly, go on, stand where I am."

Tails stepped aside, but with Sonic in front of the mirror, he couldn't see his family anymore, just Sonic in his paisley pajamas.

Sonic, though, was staring transfixed at his image. "Look at me!" he said.

"Can you see all your family standing around you?"

"No -- I'm alone -- but I'm different -- I look older -- and I'm head boy!"

"What?"

"I am -- I'm wearing the badge like Bill used to -- and I'm holding the house cup and the Quidditch cup -- I'm Quidditch captain, too.

Sonic tore his eyes away from this splendid sight to look excitedly at Tails.

"Do you think this mirror shows the future?"

"How can it? All my family are dead -- let me have another look --"

"You had it to yourself all last night, give me a bit more time."

"You're only holding the Quidditch cup, what's interesting about that? I want to see my parents."

"Don't push me --"

A sudden noise outside in the corridor put an end to their discussion. They hadn't realized how loudly they had been talking.

"Quick!"

Sonic threw the cloak back over them as the luminous eyes of Mrs. Norris came round the door. Sonic and Tails stood quite still, both thinking the same thing -- did the cloak work on cats? After what seemed an age, she turned and left.

"This isn't safe -- she might have gone for Filch, I bet she heard us. Come on."

And Sonic pulled Tails out of the room.

The snow still hadn't melted the next morning. "Want to play chess, Tails?" said Sonic.

"No."

"Why don't we go down and visit Big?" "No... you go..."

"I know what you're thinking about, Tails, that mirror. Don't go back tonight."

"Why not?"

"I dunno, I've just got a bad feeling about it -- and anyway, you've had too many close shaves already. Filch, Shadow, and Mrs. Norris are wandering around. So what if they can't see you? What if they walk into you? What if you knock something over?"

"You sound like Amy."

"I'm serious, Tails, don't go."

But Tails only had one thought in his head, which was to get back in front of the mirror, and Sonic wasn't going to stop him.

That third night he found his way more quickly than before. He was walking so fast he knew he was making more noise than was wise, but he didn't meet anyone.

And there were his mother and father smiling at him again, and one of his grandfathers nodding happily. Tails sank down to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. There was nothing to stop him from staying here all night with his family. Nothing at all.

Except --

"So -- back again, Tails?"

Tails felt as though his insides had turned to ice. He looked behind him. Sitting on one of the desks by the wall was none other than Silver Dumbledore. Tails must have walked straight past him, so desperate to get to the mirror he hadn't noticed him.

" -- I didn't see you, sir."

"Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you," said Dumbledore, and Tails was relieved to see that he was smiling.

"So," said Dumbledore, slipping off the desk to sit on the floor with Tails, "you, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised."

"I didn't know it was called that, Sir."

"But I expect you've realized by now what it does?" "It -- well -- it shows me my family --"

"And it showed your friend Sonic himself as head boy."

"How did you know --?"

"I don't need a cloak to become invisible," said Dumbledore gently. "Now, can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all?"

Tails shook his head.

"Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help?"

Tails thought. Then he said slowly, "It shows us what we want... whatever we want..."

"Yes and no," said Dumbledore quietly. "It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have

never known your family, see them standing around you. Sonic Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. However, this mirror will give us

neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.

"The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Tails, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will

now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don't you put that admirable cloak back on and get off to bed?"

Tails stood up.

"Sir -- Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?"

"Obviously, you've just done so," Dumbledore smiled. "You may ask me one more thing, however."

"What do you see when you look in the mirror?"

"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks." Tails stared.

"One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."

It was only when he was back in bed that it struck Tails that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. But then, he thought, as he shoved Scabbers off his pillow, it had been quite a personal question, and he made a mental note to never ask Dumbledore a personal question ever again.

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CHAPTER TWELVE

THE MIRROR OF ERISED

Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find

itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban. The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Big before they could fly off again.

No one could wait for the holidays to start. While the Gryffindor common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the drafty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms.

Worst of all were Professor Shadow's classes down in the dungeons, where their breath Granger in a mist before them and they kept as close as

possible to their hot cauldrons.

"I do feel so sorry," said Scourge Malfoy, one Potions class, "for all

those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."

He was looking over at Tails as he spoke. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled. Tails, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish, ignored them. Malfoy had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match. Disgusted that the Slytherins had lost, he had tried to get everyone laughing at how a wide-mouthed tree frog would be replacing Tails as Seeker next. Then he'd realized that nobody found this funny, because they were all so impressed at the way Tails had managed to stay on his bucking broomstick. So Malfoy, jealous and angry, had gone back to taunting Tails about having no proper family.

It was true that Tails wasn't going back to Privet Drive for Christmas. Professor Blaze McGonagall had come around the week before, making a list of students who would be staying for the holidays, and Tails had signed up at once. He didn't feel sorry for himself at all; this would probably be

the best Christmas he'd ever had. Sonic and his brothers were staying, too, because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Romania to visit Charlie.

When they left the dungeons at the end of Potions, they found a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two enormous feet sticking out at

the bottom and a loud puffing sound told them that Big was behind it.

"Hi, Big, want any help?" Sonic asked, sticking his head through the branches.

"Nah, I'm all right, thanks, Sonic."

"Would you mind moving out of the way?" came Malfoys cold drawl from behind them. "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose -- that hut of Big's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."

Sonic dived at Malfoy just as Shadow came up the stairs. "WEASLEY!"

Sonic let go of the front of Malfoy's robes.

"He was provoked, Professor Shadow," said Big, sticking his huge hairy face out from behind the tree. "Malfoy was insultin' his family."

"Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Big," said Shadow silkily. "Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isn't more. Move along, all of you."

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle pushed roughly past the tree, scattering needles everywhere and smirking.

"I'll get him," said Sonic, grinding his teeth at Malfoy's back, "one of these days, I'll get him --"

"I hate them both," said Tails, "Malfoy and Shadow."

"Come on, cheer up, it's nearly Christmas," said Big. "Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."

So the three of them followed Big and his tree off to -the Great

Hall, where Professor Blaze McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were busy with the Christmas decorations.

"Ah, Big, the last tree -- put it in the far corner, would you?"

The hall looked spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls, and no less than twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles.

"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Big asked.

"Just one," said Amy. "And that reminds me -Tails, Sonic, we've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library."

"Oh yeah, you're right," said Sonic, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree.

"The library?" said Big, following them out of the hall. "Just before the holidays? Bit keen, aren't yeh?"

"Oh, we're not working," Tails told him brightly. "Ever since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel we've been trying to find out who he is."

"You what?" Big looked shocked. "Listen here -- I've told yeh -- drop it. It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'."

"We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, that's all," said Amy.

"Unless you'd like to tell us and save us the trouble?" Tails added. "We must've been through hundreds of books already and we can't find him anywhere -- just give us a hint -- I know I've read his name somewhere."

"I'm sayin' nothin, said Big flatly.

"Just have to find out for ourselves, then," said Sonic, and they left Big looking disgruntled and hurried off to the library.

They had indeed been searching books for Flamel's name ever since Big had let it slip, because how else were they going to find out what Shadow was trying to steal? The trouble was, it was very hard to know where to begin, not knowing what Flamel might have done to get himself into a book. He wasn't in Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century, or Notable Magical Names of Our Time; he was missing, too, from Important Modern

Magical Discoveries, and A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry. And then, of course, there was the sheer size of the library; tens of

thousands of books; thousands of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows.

Amy took out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to

search while Sonic strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random. Tails wandered over to the Restricted

Section. He had been wondering for a while if Flamel wasn't somewhere in

there. Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew he'd never get one. These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"What are you looking for, boy?" "Nothing," said Tails.

Madam Pince the hyena librarian brandished a feather duster at him.

"You'd better get out, then. Go on -- out!"

Wishing he'd been a bit quicker at thinking up some story, Tails left the library. He, Sonic, and Amy had already agreed they'd better not

ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel. They were sure she'd be able to tell them, but they couldn't risk Shadow hearing what they were

up to.

Tails waited outside in the corridor to see if the other two had found anything, but he wasn't very hopeful. They had been looking for two weeks, but as they only had odd moments between lessons it wasn't surprising they'd found nothing. What they really needed was a nice long search without Madam Pince breathing down their necks.

Five minutes later, Sonic and Amy joined him, shaking their heads. They went off to lunch.

"You will keep looking while I'm away, won't you?" said Amy. "And send me an owl if you find anything."

"And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," said Sonic. "It'd be safe to ask them."

"Very safe, as they're both dentists," said Amy.

Once the holidays had started, Sonic and Tails were having too good a time to think much about Flamel. They had the dormitory to themselves and the common room was far emptier than usual, so they were able to get the good armchairs by the fire. They sat by the hour eating anything they could spear on a toasting fork -- bread, English muffins, marshmallows

-- and plotting ways of getting Malfoy expelled, which were fun to talk

about even if they wouldn't work.

Sonic also started teaching Tails wizard chess. This was exactly like Muggle chess except that the figures were alive, which made it a lot like directing troops in battle. Sonic's set was very old and battered.

Like everything else he owned, it had once belonged to someone else in his family -- in this case, his grandfather. However, old chessmen weren't a drawback at all. Sonic knew them so well he never had trouble getting them to do what he wanted.

Tails played with chessmen Seamus Finnigan had lent him, and they didn't trust him at all. He wasn't a very good player yet and they kept

shouting different bits of advice at him, which was confusing. "Don't send me there, can't you see his knight? Send him, we can afford to lose him.". Afterwards he had to get Alexia, who was skilled at the reparing charms to fix it. On Christmas Eve, Tails went to bed looking forward to the next day for the food and the fun, but not expecting any presents at all.

When he woke early in the morning, however, the first thing he saw was a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.

"Merry Christmas," said Sonic sleepily as Tails scrambled out of bed and pulled on his bathrobe.

"You, too," said Tails. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"

"What did you expect, turnips?" said Sonic, turning to his own pile, which was a lot bigger than Tails'.

Tails picked up the top parcel. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Tails, from Big. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. Big had obviously whittled it himself. Tails blew it -- it sounded a bit like an owl.

A second, very small parcel contained a note.

We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note was a fifty-pence piece.

"That's friendly," said Tails.

Sonic was fascinated by the fifty pence.

"Weird!" he said, 'What a shape! This is money?"

"You can keep it," said Tails, laughing at how pleased Sonic was. "Big and my aunt and uncle -- so who sent these?"

"I think I know who that one's from," said Sonic, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. "My mom. I told her you didn't expect any presents and -- oh, no," he groaned, "she's made you a Weasley sweater."

Tails had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in royal blue and a large box of homemade fudge.

"Every year she makes us a sweater," said Sonic, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon."

"That's really nice of her," said Tails, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.

His next present also contained candy -- a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Amy.

This only left one parcel. Tails picked it up and felt it. It was very light. He unwrapped it.

Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming folds. Sonic gasped.

"I've heard of those," he said in a hushed voice, dropping the box of Every Flavor Beans he'd gotten from Amy. "If that's what I think it is -- they're really rare, and really valuable."

"What is it?"

Tails picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material.

"It's an invisibility cloak," said Sonic, a look of awe on his face. "I'm sure it is -- try it on."

Tails threw the cloak around his shoulders and Sonic gave a yell. "It is! Look down!"

Tails looked down at his feet, but they were gone. He dashed to the

mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He pulled the cloak over his head and his reflection vanished completely.

"There's a note!" said Sonic suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"

Tails pulled off the cloak and seized the letter. Written in narrow, loopy writing he had never seen before were the following words:

Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well.

A Very Merry Christmas to you.

There was no signature. Tails stared at the note. Sonic was admiring the cloak.

"I'd give anything for one of these," he said. "Anything. What's the matter?"

"Nothing," said Tails. He felt very strange. Who had sent the cloak? Had it really once belonged to his father?

Before he could say or think anything else, the dormitory door was flung open and Fred and Manic Weasley bounded in. Tails stuffed the cloak quickly out of sight. He didn't feel like sharing it with anyone else

yet.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Hey, look -- Tails' got a Weasley sweater, too!"

Fred and Manic were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a M.

"Tails' is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Tails' sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."

"Why aren't you wearing yours, Sonic?" Manic demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."

"I hate maroon," Sonic moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head.

"You haven't got a letter on yours," Manic observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid -- we know we're called Mred and Fanic."

"What's all this noise.

Percy Weasley stuck his head through the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carried a lumpy black sweater over his arm, which

Fred seized.

"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Tails got one."

"I -- don't -- want said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew.

"And you're not sitting with the prefects today, either," said Manic. "Christmas is a time for family."

They frog-marched Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his sweater.

Tails had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce -- and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside. Tails pulled a wizard cracker with Fred and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like

a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice. Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet, and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick and Sinistra had just read him.

Flaming Christmas puddings followed the turkey. Percy nearly broke his teeth on a silver sickle embedded in his slice. Tails watched Big getting redder and redder in the face as he called for more wine,

finally kissing Professor Blaze McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Tails'

amazement, giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided.

When Tails finally left the table, he was laden down with a stack of things out of the crackers, including a pack of nonexplodable, luminous balloons, a Grow-Your-Own-Warts kit, and his own new wizard chess set. The white mice had disappeared and Tails had a nasty feeling they were going to end up as Mrs. Norris's Christmas dinner.

Tails and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they returned to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Tails broke in his new chess set by losing spectacularly to Sonic. He suspected he

wouldn't have lost so badly if Percy hadn't tried to ‘help’ him so much.

After a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone felt too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and Manic all over Gryffindor tower because they'd stolen his prefect badge.

It had been Tails' best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Not until he climbed into bed was he free to think about it: the invisibility cloak and whoever had sent it.

Sonic, full of turkey and cake and with nothing mysterious to bother him, fell asleep almost as soon as he'd drawn the curtains of his

four-poster. Tails leaned over the side of his own bed and pulled the cloak out from under it.

His father's... this had been his father's. He let the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said.

He had to try it, now. He slipped out of bed and wrapped the cloak around himself. Looking down at his legs, he saw only moonlight and shadows. It was a very funny feeling.

Use it well.

Suddenly, Tails felt wide-awake. The whole of Hogwarts was open to him in this cloak. Excitement flooded through him as he stood there in the

dark and silence. He could go anywhere in this, anywhere, and Filch would never know.

Sonic grunted in his sleep. Should Tails wake him? Something held him back

-- his father's cloak -- he felt that this time -- the first time -- he wanted to use it alone.

He crept out of the dormitory, down the stairs, across the common room, and climbed through the portrait hole.

"Who's there?" squawked the Fat Lady. Tails said nothing. He walked quickly down the corridor.

Where should he go? He stopped, his heart racing, and thought. And then it came to him. The Restricted Section in the library. He'd be able to

read as long as he liked, as long as it took to find out who Flamel was. He set off, drawing the invisibility cloak tight around him as he walked.

The library was pitch-black and very eerie. Tails lit a lamp to see his way along the rows of books. The lamp looked as if it was floating along in midair, and even though Tails could feel his arm supporting it, the sight gave him the creeps.

The Restricted Section was right at the back of the library. Step ping carefully over the rope that separated these books from the rest of the library, he held up his lamp to read the titles.

They didn't tell him much. Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages Tails couldn't understand. Some had no title at all. One book had a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. The hairs on the back of Tails' neck prickled. Maybe he was imagining it,

maybe not, but he thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn't be.

He had to start somewhere. Setting the lamp down carefully on the floor, he looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting looking book. A large black and silver volume caught his eye. He pulled it out with

difficulty, because it was very heavy, and, balancing it on his knee, let it fall open.

A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek split the silence -- the book was screaming! Tails snapped it shut, but the shriek went on and on, one

high, unbroken, earsplitting note. He stumbled backward and knocked over his lamp, which went out at once. Panicking, he heard footsteps coming

down the corridor outside -- stuffing the shrieking book back on the shelf, he ran for it. He passed Filch in the doorway; Filch's pale, wild eyes looked straight through him, and Tails slipped under Filch's outstretched arm and streaked off up the corridor, the book's shrieks still ringing in his ears.

He came to a sudden halt in front of a tall suit of armor. He had been so busy getting away from the library, he hadn't paid attention to where

he was going. Perhaps because it was dark, he didn't recognize where he was at all, but he realized he must had gone in a circle several times. There was a suit of armor near the kitchens, he knew, but he must be five floors above there.

"You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody's been in the library Restricted Section."

Tails felt the blood drain out of his face. Wherever he was, Filch must know a shortcut, because his soft, greasy voice was getting nearer, and to his horror, it was Shadow who replied, "The Restricted Section? Well, they can't be far, we'll catch them."

Tails stood rooted to the spot as Filch and Shadow came around the corner ahead. They couldn't see him, of course, but it was a narrow corridor

and if they came much nearer they'd knock right into him -- the cloak didn't stop him from being solid.

He backed away as quietly as he could. A door stood ajar to his left. It was his only hope. He squeezed through it, holding his breath, trying not to move it, and to his relief he managed to get inside the room without their noticing anything. They walked straight past, and Tails leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, listening to their footsteps

dying away. That had been close, very close. It was a few seconds before he noticed anything about the room he had hidden in.

It looked like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs were piled against the walls, and there was an upturned wastepaper basket -- but propped against the wall facing him was something that didn't look as if it belonged there, something that looked as if someone had just put it there to keep it out of the way.

It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. His panic

fading now that there was no sound of Filch and Shadow, Tails moved nearer to the mirror, wanting to look at himself but see no reflection again. He stepped in front of it.

He had to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He whirled around. His heart was pounding far more furiously than when the book had screamed -- for he had seen not only himself in the mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing right behind him.

But the room was empty. Breathing very fast, he turned slowly back to the mirror.

There he was, reflected in it, white and scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, were at least ten others. Tails looked over his shoulder -- but still, no one was there. Or were they all invisible,

too? Was he in fact in a room full of invisible people and this mirror's trick was that it reflected them, invisible or not?

He looked in the mirror again. A vixen standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving. He reached out a hand and felt the air behind him. If she was really there, he'd touch her, their reflections were so close together, but he felt only air -- she and the others existed only in the mirror.

She was a very pretty vixen. She had orange fur, dark red hair and her eyes -- her eyes are just like mine, Tails thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green -- exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man, standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just as Tails' did, and he was a fox with 2 tails.

Tails was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.

"Mom?" he whispered. "Dad?"

They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Tails looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as

though he had Tails' knobbly knees -- Tails was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.

The Potters smiled and waved at Tails and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.

How long he stood there, he didn't know. The reflections did not fade and he looked and looked until a distant noise brought him back to his senses. He couldn't stay here, he had to find his way back to bed. He tore his eyes away from his mother's face, whispered, "I'll come back," and hurried from the room.

"You could have woken me up," said Sonic, crossly.

"You can come tonight, I'm going back, I want to show you the mirror. "I'd like to see your mom and dad," Sonic said eagerly.

"And I want to see all your family, all the Weasleys, you'll be able to show me your other brothers and everyone."

"You can see them any old time," said Sonic. "Just come round my house this summer. Anyway, maybe it only shows dead people. Shame about not finding Flamel, though. Have some bacon or something, why aren't you eating anything?"

Tails couldn't eat. He had seen his parents and would be seeing them again tonight. He had almost forgotten about Flamel. It didn't seem very important anymore. Who cared what the three headed dog was guarding? What did it matter if Shadow stole it, really?

"Are you all right?" said Sonic. "You look odd."

What Tails feared most was that he might not be able to find the mirror room again. With Sonic covered in the cloak, too, they had to walk much more slowly the next night. They tried retracing Tails's route from the library, wandering around the dark passageways for nearly an hour.

"I'm freezing," said Sonic. "Let's forget it and go back."

"No!" Tails hissed. I know it's here somewhere."

“Tails I think we are going in a circle”

They passed the ghost of a tall witch gliding in the opposite direction, but saw no one else. just as Sonic started moaning that his feet were dead

with cold, Tails spotted the suit of armor. "It's here -- just here -- yes!"

They pushed the door open. Tails dropped the cloak from around his shoulders and ran to the mirror.

There they were. His mother and father beamed at the sight of him. "See?" Tails whispered.

"I can't see anything."

"Look! Look at them all... there are loads of them...." "I can only see you."

"Look in it properly, go on, stand where I am."

Tails stepped aside, but with Sonic in front of the mirror, he couldn't see his family anymore, just Sonic in his paisley pajamas.

Sonic, though, was staring transfixed at his image. "Look at me!" he said.

"Can you see all your family standing around you?"

"No -- I'm alone -- but I'm different -- I look older -- and I'm head boy!"

"What?"

"I am -- I'm wearing the badge like Bill used to -- and I'm holding the house cup and the Quidditch cup -- I'm Quidditch captain, too.

Sonic tore his eyes away from this splendid sight to look excitedly at Tails.

"Do you think this mirror shows the future?"

"How can it? All my family are dead -- let me have another look --"

"You had it to yourself all last night, give me a bit more time."

"You're only holding the Quidditch cup, what's interesting about that? I want to see my parents."

"Don't push me --"

A sudden noise outside in the corridor put an end to their discussion. They hadn't realized how loudly they had been talking.

"Quick!"

Sonic threw the cloak back over them as the luminous eyes of Mrs. Norris came round the door. Sonic and Tails stood quite still, both thinking the same thing -- did the cloak work on cats? After what seemed an age, she turned and left.

"This isn't safe -- she might have gone for Filch, I bet she heard us. Come on."

And Sonic pulled Tails out of the room.

The snow still hadn't melted the next morning. "Want to play chess, Tails?" said Sonic.

"No."

"Why don't we go down and visit Big?" "No... you go..."

"I know what you're thinking about, Tails, that mirror. Don't go back tonight."

"Why not?"

"I dunno, I've just got a bad feeling about it -- and anyway, you've had too many close shaves already. Filch, Shadow, and Mrs. Norris are wandering around. So what if they can't see you? What if they walk into you? What if you knock something over?"

"You sound like Amy."

"I'm serious, Tails, don't go."

But Tails only had one thought in his head, which was to get back in front of the mirror, and Sonic wasn't going to stop him.

That third night he found his way more quickly than before. He was walking so fast he knew he was making more noise than was wise, but he didn't meet anyone.

And there were his mother and father smiling at him again, and one of his grandfathers nodding happily. Tails sank down to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. There was nothing to stop him from staying here all night with his family. Nothing at all.

Except --

"So -- back again, Tails?"

Tails felt as though his insides had turned to ice. He looked behind him. Sitting on one of the desks by the wall was none other than Silver Dumbledore. Tails must have walked straight past him, so desperate to get to the mirror he hadn't noticed him.

" -- I didn't see you, sir."

"Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you," said Dumbledore, and Tails was relieved to see that he was smiling.

"So," said Dumbledore, slipping off the desk to sit on the floor with Tails, "you, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised."

"I didn't know it was called that, Sir."

"But I expect you've realized by now what it does?" "It -- well -- it shows me my family --"

"And it showed your friend Sonic himself as head boy."

"How did you know --?"

"I don't need a cloak to become invisible," said Dumbledore gently. "Now, can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all?"

Tails shook his head.

"Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help?"

Tails thought. Then he said slowly, "It shows us what we want... whatever we want..."

"Yes and no," said Dumbledore quietly. "It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have

never known your family, see them standing around you. Sonic Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. However, this mirror will give us

neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.

"The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Tails, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will

now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don't you put that admirable cloak back on and get off to bed?"

Tails stood up.

"Sir -- Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?"

"Obviously, you've just done so," Dumbledore smiled. "You may ask me one more thing, however."

"What do you see when you look in the mirror?"

"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks." Tails stared.

"One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."

It was only when he was back in bed that it struck Tails that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. But then, he thought, as he shoved Scabbers off his pillow, it had been quite a personal question, and he made a mental note to never ask Dumbledore a personal question ever again.