a (horrible) translation of my own fanfic. as usual, if you want to read the original version, just flip all the way to the bottom.

厄里斯魔镜

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你们好，我是厄里斯魔镜。

我已经在霍格沃茨中尘封百年，甚至千年已久了。可是，我永远只能默默地呆在某间空教室的角落中，等待被某个有心人发现。这么多世纪以来，我见过怀念亲友的重情重义者，也见过贪求权力的作恶多端者。我曾目睹过霍格沃茨最伟大的校长与他的羊毛袜子，也曾见证大难不死的男孩和他早已逝去的家人们。可我从来没有见过满足于现状的人们，或者用邓布利多教授的话来说“世界上最幸福的人”。于是，自从我被放入有求必应屋中后，我一直在猜测：“真正幸福的人，会是什么样子呢？”可想而知，找到一个这样的人是几乎不可能的。但有一次，我曾以为我找到了他。

那是一个闷热的下午。午后并无温暖的阳光，可潮湿的空气却不自然的闷热。学生和教授们匆匆走过，低声窃窃私语。我虽然看不见他们，却总能感受到门外压抑的氛围。突然，一个清脆的声音打破了这压抑的寂静：“下午好啊麦格教授！愿意同我散个步吗？免了？好吧，那我就只能独自探索母校喽。快给你们尊敬的学长让道。”我甚至都能看见他巨大的笑容。

他似乎就是我在找的人，我想着，如此的无忧无虑，即使是在经历过那场大战之后。我暗自盼望他能够来找我，让我一探究竟。令人惊讶的是，我的愿望真的实现了。那个人走到我的教室附近，门从来不上锁。他把推开了门，快步走了进去，轻轻地关上身后的门。，他脸上的笑容消失了，取而代之的是一种可怕的悲伤情绪，好像在努力忍住不哭:“不，我做不到。我就不该答应妈妈再来这里。他无处不在。”

突然，他看到我，伟岸地站在房间的中央，“这是什么?”他用刚才听到的那种快乐的声音自言自语道，“快看，F……”他的声音突然颤抖起来。“不,停下。”他自言自语地说:“别再想他了。他已经不在这里了。”他伸出一只颤抖的手，触摸着我身上的文字:“Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi… I show not you face but your heart’s desire。” 他很聪明，很快就发现了我的秘密。 “我真想知道我‘内心的渴望’是什么?”他看着我，痛苦地笑了笑。

一开始，我觉得这是不可能的，因为一个和我一模一样的人出现在我的镜面内。几乎一模一样。镜子中的男孩更高一点，头发更乱一点，表情更外向，微笑更淘气，更无忧无虑。然而，对大多数人来说，这两者几乎无法区分。

他肯定在我身上看到了自己!我听到一个声音在我心里(镜子有心吗?我十分怀疑)叫喊，他就是我要找的人，他是快乐的!但他不可能是，不是吗?这个男孩一开始看起来很高兴，但我能感觉到他的内心肯定有问题。也许是因为战争?我开始猜测。

然而，他的哭泣很快打断了我不那么礼貌的想法:“不，请不要，不要……不要给我看这个，不要。”他用力地盯着我，但充满了悲伤，仿佛想要通过意念来是我改变形象。

突然，他的表情变得柔和，变成了纯粹的悲伤，他开始对着图像低语，努力控制自己的呼吸，“嘿，是我。我今天回到了霍格沃茨，我现在正对着一面奇怪的镜子跟你说话。我相信它叫做厄里斯魔镜。我怀疑你并不能通过这个装置听到我说话，但我还是想和你谈谈。”他的低语在那里变得更响了，“你在上面还好吧?”我希望你不好;因为你给我们留下了太多的麻烦。母亲仍在为她失去的儿子哭泣。我能看出比尔和查理也很难过，但他们只是不愿表现出来。珀西是最郁闷的。有趣吧?他总是责怪自己分散了你的注意力，因为他认为如果他没有开玩笑，也许你会更专注于战斗……好吧，你可能会活下来。是的,我知道。他的笑话是，而且将永远是可悲的，但我不认为你会因为一个糟糕的笑话而离开。罗恩会在妈妈恢复正常后和赫敏结婚，而金妮和哈利，嗯，他们在等金妮成年。麦格教授说:“如果邓布利多知道这个世界上有更多的爱，他会比任何人都高兴。”我认为你几乎和邓布利多教授一样伟大，尽管你永远不可能像我一样伟大，所以我认为你会同意的。”

然后，他停顿了片刻，“那我呢?”听到这个你会很高兴的，这一次，我没你那么好。我就是无法释怀……我们已经胜利了很久了，但我每天晚上都忍不住梦到你。真可悲哈，感觉你的身体越来越冷，每次闭上眼睛就看到你那张死去的脸。” 他忍不住哭了起来，但最后他终于控制住了自己的声音: “我做不到。我无法选择遗忘。我只是，我只是无法抹去我们过去的美好回忆。我连照镜子都会想起来。你无处不在，在我生命中的一切。”他痛苦地笑着小声说:“是啊，我承认，我要活不下去了……那么，你现在能回来了吗? 要知道，如果你不回来的话，我将需要用一生的时间装作快乐的样子，但那明明应该是你做的啊。”

这时，他前面的头发都被泪水浸湿了，粘在脸上。不寻常的事情开始出现了——一只不见了的耳朵!所以这个人在跟他失去的耳朵说话?天哪，他可能不是世界上最快乐的人，但他肯定是最疯狂的人。

幸运的是，他终究还是慢慢恢复了镇静，用几段快速的咒语清理了一下，然后看起来无忧无虑地离开了。我希望我永远不要再见到他——你永远不知道什么时候一个疯子会把你打成碎片。

但厄里斯魔镜从未知道，乔治·韦斯莱在大战中绝不仅仅失去了他的耳朵。他还失去了他的守护神、快乐与他的另一半灵魂。

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The Mirror of Erised

Disclaimer-of course I don’t own the Harry Potter series. (and no, you can’t find my work on fanfiction net, cuz my parents won’t let my get an account)

Hello, I am the Mirror of Erised.

I have been in Hogwarts for hundreds, or even thousands of years, but I am always sitting in an empty classroom, waiting to be found. All those centuries, I’ve seen people longing for their families and friends, or craving to become powerful and all mighty. I’ve seen the greatest Hogwarts Headmaster and his woolen socks, and the-boy-who-lived with his long-gone family. Yet I’ve never seen anyone truly satisfied with what they’ve got, or as Professor Dumbledore called them, ‘the happiest man on earth’. So, after being locked up in the Room of Requirement for safe keeping, I couldn’t help to wonder, “what will someone truly happy be like?”. It isn’t hard to imagine that somebody like this will be almost impossible to find. But once, I thought I did meet the one-right after the second Wizarding War.

It was an afternoon. There was no sun, but the temperature is alarming high. Students and professors walk around, all talking in a really low voice. I wasn’t able to see them, yet I could imagine the not so happy, even a bit depressing atmosphere out there. Suddenly, a clear and mischievous voice broke the silence, “Good afternoon Professor McGonagall, fancy a stroll with me? No? Alright. Then I’ll go and explore my old school all by myself then. Make way for your beloved hero!” I could almost see a bit of his huge smile.

He might be just the man I’m looking for, I thought to myself, so carefree and happy, even after surviving the terrible war. I hoped that he’ll come and find me.

Surprisingly, my wish did come true. The man walked right towards the Room of Requirement, and imagined for the familiar room. He quickly stepped inside, closing the door behind him unbelievably gently. The grin on his face then suddenly disappeared, replaced by a horribly sad mood, as if trying not to cry, “No, I can’t do this. I should’ve never agreed to mom and come back here again. He’s everywhere.”

Suddenly, he saw me, standing tall and proud, in the center of the room, “What is this?” he exclaimed to himself, using that happy voice I heard a moment ago, “Look at this, F…” his voice then suddenly faltered. “No, stop it.” He murmured to himself, “Stop thinking about him. He’s not here anymore.” He reached out a trembling hand, touching the words on me, “Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi… I show not you face but your heart’s desire.” He was smart, figuring out my secret in no time. “I wonder what my ‘heart’s desire’ is?” he smiled painfully to himself, as he looked into me.

At first, I think it was impossible, as someone who looks exactly the same appeared inside me. Well, almost exactly the same. The boy in me was a tiny bit taller, his hair a bit messier, his expression even more outgoing, and his smile more carefree and more mischievous. Yet the two were almost undistinguishable to most.

He’s definitely seeing himself in me! I heard a voice in my heart (do mirrors have hearts? I doubt that anyway) yelling, he’s the one, he’s happy! But he can’t be, can he? The boy seemed so happy at first, but I could feel that there’s definitely something wrong with him in the inside. Maybe because of the war? I began speculating.

However, his weeping soon put an end to my not so polite thoughts, “No, please don’t, no… don’t show me this, just don’t.” he stared at me forcefully, yet full of melancholy (yay, my big word for the day), as if trying to force me into changing the image with sheer will.

Suddenly, his expression softened into pure sadness, he began whispering to the image, trying hard to control his breathing, “Hey, it’s me. I am back in Hogwarts today, and I’m now talking to you with a strange mirror. I believe it is called the mirror of the Erised. I doubt you can hear me through this uh…device? But I still want to talk to you anyway.” His whispers became a bit more loudly there, “You alright up there? I hope you aren’t; cuz you’ve left us so much trouble down here. Mom is still weeping for her lost son. I can tell that Bill and Charlie are also upset, but they just won’t show it on the outside. Percy is the most depressed-funny how that works, huh? He is constantly blaming himself for distracting you, because he thinks that if he hadn’t joked, maybe you will be more focused on battling and…well, you might live. Yeah, I know. His joke was, and will always be pathetic, but I don’t think you’ll be send off just for a bad joke. Ron will marry Hermione after mom gets back to herself, and Ginny and Harry, well, they are waiting for Ginny to get aged. As Professor McGonagall said, “Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world.” I think that you’re almost as great as Professor Dumbledore, even if you will never be as great as me, so I’d say that you would have agreed.”

Then, he paused for a second, “And me? Well…you will be happy to hear that, for once, I’m not as good as you. I just can’t get over this… it’s been so long since we won, but I can’t help to dream of you every night. Pathetic, huh, feeling your body grow cold, seeing your dead face every time I close my eyes.” He broke down into tears then, but was able to regain control of his voice in the end, “I can’t do this. I can’t get over you. I just, I just can’t get rid of all the happy memories we’ve had together. I can’t even look into a mirror without thinking about you. You are everywhere, you’re everything in my life.” He whispered with a painful smile, “Yeah, I admit, I can’t live without you…so, can you come back now? Because if you don’t, I’ll have to spend my whole life pretending that I’m happy. That should have been your job, shouldn’t it?”

At this point, all his hair in front was wetted by his tears, and it stuck to his face. Something unusual began to appear-a missing ear! So this man is talking to his lost ear? Gosh, he might not be the happiest man on Earth, but he must be the craziest one.

Fortunately, he was able to collect himself after quite a long time, cleaned up with a few quick spells, and left looking like the happier version of him. I hope that I’ll never meet him again-you never know when a maniac is going to smash you into pieces.

But the Mirror of Erised never knew, George Weasley didn’t only lost one ear in the war. He had also lost his patronus, his happiness, and the other half of his soul.