The Mirror

".or magicked." She whispered aloud, wondering if this had anything to do with her vanishing nightgown.

Willfully she threw off the covers and slid out of the bed, gasping abruptly as the sudden icy chill of the cold, stone floor shot up through her legs, and the deep cold of the Winter night assaulted her on all sides. Gasping she stood her ground, arms clutched around her tightly until the shock had passed.

Her eyes had adjusted to the light, and in the dim, pale blue light of the moon-painting she made her way to the wardrobe, where she had thrown her haversack the night before, so she could get one of her school robes, her wand, and get to the bottom of everything.

"Well, you're an attractive young thing." A soft, yet piercing feminine voice floated across the room. Hermione froze, her heart thumped in a sudden, painful leap against her breast, and the pit of her stomach seemed to fill with molten lead. Right in front of her stood a figure, equally nude, shivering, arms clutched as hers were, but a wry grin, and a cocked eyebrow appraised her invasively. She realized this was a reflection of herself.

Relief flooded over her, "Mirror, keep your comments to yourself." Her mirror image just smiled wider, "There's no reason to be ashamed, a girl your age should count herself lucky to have a body like that."

"I'm not interested in this discussion." Hermione retorted then thinking for a moment added, "Where did you come from. There wasn't a mirror on this wardrobe last night."

"I'm a moon mirror. I only appear under the light of the moon, but I saw you." Hermione's reflection ran a probing hand down its ribs, sending a shiver at the real 14 year-old girl. "Ooh, Goosebumps." Hermione let out an exasperated sigh, reached for the wardrobe handle, and realized that it wasn't there. "How do I open the door."

"You can't. Not while I'm here." said Hermione