I kinda got myself stuck at chapter 12
The next chapter is broken up into 4 PARTS! FOUR! Yep, it's so freaking long, but that's cause there're two dreams in it.
Here's part 1
Enjoy
Sarah

P.S: The title doesn't have anything to do with part one, You'll find out in part 2 (part 3... and part 4...)

Chapter 9
Mirror or Erised (Part 1)

Dezi just talked to Sirius about him coming to stay at her place for Christmas. He gladly accepted, so she had no problems talking him into it. The only reason Dezi was returning ‘home’ for Christmas was because Sirius was going with her. She enjoyed spending time with him, just sitting by the fire talking. She just wished they weren’t just friends... but she didn’t want to impose. She felt more lost than ever.
Receiving a letter from Harry and Ginny once more, Dezi went to sleep irritated and angry.
Dezi stood in her room at Grimmauld Place. Only, it didn’t look like her room at all, it was so bare, so clean and empty. She looked at the bed and saw someone sitting up in it. This person had poofed out, curly hair and couldn’t look like they could be any sicker, red rings around the woman’s eyes, red nose that was constantly sniffling and coughing. When the woman got out of bed, Dezi got a better look, and realized it was her mom.
Hermione slowly walked out of the bedroom, still in her pajamas, and Dezi followed her quietly down the stairs and into the kitchen. The smell of fresh pancakes and cinnamon entered Dezi’s nose, and she smiled, remembering how Harry had made her eat breakfast because of his unique, yet tasty, ways to make breakfast. She shook off the happiness feeling, she was mad at him, but right now she didn’t know why He looked at the kitchen door and looked surprised..
“Hermione, you look horrible! What happened?” he asked.
Dezi saw Hermione smile.
“I sink I ot a cod,” she responded. Dezi had no clue what fish had to do with any of this.
“I can only imagine you in a white dress and walking down the aisle like this...” Harry seemed to think out loud. It took Dezi a moment to realize what he meant, it was the original day of the first planned wedding. She looked at Hermione to see her reaction; she was glaring. Dezi sat on an open chair and saw Harry put on a pot of soup.
“Soup for breakfast?”
Dezi looked at the kitchen door and saw her ‘uncle’ Ron standing there.
“Not for you,” Harry responded simply, stirring the soup.
“Then who for?” he asked bluntly. Dezi’s eyes widened slightly.
“For Hermione, take a look and you’ll know.”
Ron looked at Hermione.
“Oh,” he mumbled. He took a chair next to Dezi’s. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
“I knew you were blunt, but still...” she said. Ron didn’t seem to notice her.
“So did you see the latest Chudley Canons game?” Ron asked, looking at Harry. Dezi tuned out their conversation, she was never all that fond of Quidditch, she only liked watching when it was Gryffindor against Slytherin matches (she liked their matches the most out of the other two houses), and yet she still didn’t enjoy it as much. A few minutes later, Ron was getting his breakfast, and he sat down next to Dezi again. Watching Harry, she noticed he grabbed a bowl and put the soup inside it first. He carefully slid it down the table, using magic to get it the rest of the way down.
“Sans,” Hermione said as she took the bowl, sounding like she was trying to say ‘thanks’. Harry went back to get breakfast for himself. Hermione cooled it down and took down the whole bowl. Leaving the table, she went upstairs. Dezi didn’t move, but watched Harry and Ron, just chatting.
“What was that for?” Ron asked.
“What was what for?”
“You, making Mione that soup or whatever.”
“It’s called being a friend, Ron. Maybe you should try it sometime,” he snapped. Dezi’s mouth dropped, surprised at how Harry had responded.
“What’re you saying?” Ron asked suspiciously.
“That just because Mione has gone back to that prick, it doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world. Get over yourself and start focusing on your friends, she needs you more than anything right now.”
“Are you saying I don’t care?” Ron shot at him.
“Took you long enough,” Harry responded as he took a bite of his pancake.
“It’s not like you’d know me enough to know I actually care, I’ve barely heard you talk within the past while.”
Harry looked up, eyes narrowed.
“Maybe that means you should be around enough to show that you care enough to at least talk to your friends.”
The kitchen door opened, and as Dezi saw Hermione’s face, a halo of light came around it, and it quickly engulfed the room.
Shooting up and out of bed, Dezi’s head throbbed as she hit the post of her four-poster bed. Apparently she was half-hanging off of the end of her bed. Looking to her left, she saw two girls looking at her oddly.
“What?” Dezi asked simply.
“Bad dream?” they asked together.
“Not exactly, why do you ask?”
“Just... interesting to watch someone else thrash around, nearly fall out of bed and sweat because of a dream,” one of them responded in a smart-alec tone. Dezi scowled and they left.