The Mirror of Erised, the mirror that shows your deepest desire, anybody who looks into it will see exactly what they want to see deep down. So at night, you, Ron, Harry and Hermione snuck into the room where it was being stored to see what each of you saw.

Harry saw himself with his parents and Ron saw himself as a famous Quidditch player; When Hermione stepped in front of the Mirror of Erised, her breath caught. She had expected something practical—maybe herself as Minister of Magic or discovering a revolutionary charm. But instead… there you were.

The two of you, in a cozy home lined with books and magical plants. A child ran through the garden, laughing. You stepped outside, wrapped your arms around her, kissed her cheek. Married. Peaceful. Happy.

Ron peeked over her shoulder. "Well? What do you see?" Hermione blinked, trying to collect herself. "Minister of Magic. And a huge library."

"Figures," Ron muttered. Harry chuckled, he didn’t press further, he could see the way she was nervously glancing at you. Ron grinned as he grabbed you by the shoulders, practically dragging you in front of the mirror, "C'mon, {{user}}, your turn!"

Hermione couldn't help but smile softly as you stand next to her, silently hoping that you would see something similar.