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Anitra's Dance	By : ceceng Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimers: Harry Potetr and his universe belongs to J.K.
Rowling. have we heard this before? Anitra belongs to me.

A/N: We�re
getting awfully close here. Thank you for staying with me so far.

L�Omme qui rit that is mentioned in the text is a book by
Victor Hugo about a boy who is mutilated to bear an eternal grin: a scar from
ear to ear, running over his mouth. Think �The Joker�. I warmly recommend that
book. I�m sure it�s been translated into English, and it�s an absolute �must�
for angst-lovers.

Anitra�s Fondest Wish

�It is
time.�

The voice
that uttered the words was trembling. Not with apprehension, not with fear � it
trembled with joyous anticipation. A madness lurked behind every syllable,
which was so evident from the insane glint in the red eyes.

Even the
Death Eaters shivered imperceptably at the intense evil in front of them.<
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�You will
not make a move before I give you the signal. Months of careful planning shall
not be overthrown due to your foolish mistakes. Is that clear?�

�It is
clear, Master.� The hovering black shapes spoke in one tongue, answering to one
Master, one Lord.

And a cold
wind sang through the air with the ominous promise of doom.

It was
time.

*

Harry and
Ron were dumfounded. Anitra had been perfectly right. In front of them was a
mirror; and not just any mirror.

�It�s the
Mirror of Erised,� awed Ron, �what is it doing here? Didn�t Dumbledore tell us
it had been stolen?�

�Yes,�
Harry said slowly, �from the Ministry of Magic � Fudge�s office.�

They had
all stopped in their tracks. Anitra was taking her cue from her friends, her
wise caution opted by a suspicion that this mirror, like any other object of
this magical world, was not what it seemed.

�So this is
the famous mirror,� she said calmly. �What�s so hot about it?�

�Don�t
touch it!� Harry said warningly, �It being stolen from the Ministry was not
good, but it being here is even worse.�

�I gathered
as much. What do we do now?�

�Dumbledore
must know. Ron, you take the Cloak and run back to the school. The Headmaster
must know about this as soon as possible.�

�Shouldn�t
Anitra go? She would be safer at the school,� Ron argued.

�Only if
you went with her. I don�t want her to walk the distance alone.�

�I�m not
leaving you,� Anitra said firmly.

Ron
grumbled. Dealing with a stubborn Harry was hard enough � but the both of
them.... murder!

The
redheaded boy was soon scooting back, tracing the way they came, half stumbling
in the wilderness as the moon still hadn�t become more generous with its light.

�What do you
suppose this is about?� the golden-eyed girl asked her boyfriend.

�I don�t
know. But you can be sure the mirror is here for a reason.�

�And what
would that be?�

�I don�t
know.�

�Speculate.�

Harry
shrugged. Anitra was slowly approaching the mirror, but still remained at a
respectful distance.

�Perhaps it
was put here to corrupt the students. Dumbledore told me men have been known to
have wasted away in front of it, forfeiting their life for one happy desire.�

�What does
that mean?�

He turned
his bright green eyes at her, a sharp glance that followed her every move.

�If you
look into it, it will show you your fondest wish. If you have a particular
overpowering dream of your life, the mirror will satisfy it for you. It draws
you to it and you invariably stay, mesmerised by what you see.�

�No shit,�
she murmured, getting closer. What would be her fondest wish? Knowing her name,
as Harry suggested? It would seem logical. Then why was it that she felt she
had another, much more deeply rooted �fondest wish� that she somehow knew would
override the former?

Then
suddenly she understood how the mirror could help her.

�Harry,�
she said, carefully keeping the eagerness out of her voice. It was important to
keep a cool head. �Do you realise how this can help me? Even if remembering my
identity isn�t my fondest wish deep down?�
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