Harry Potter: The Echo of Time.

The next morning, the air at Hogwarts was filled with a mix of excitement and tension. Harry, Hermione, and Daphne gathered in the courtyard, ready to discuss their strategy. The sun shone brightly, but in their hearts, there was a shadow of concern about what lay ahead.

"We should split up to search for the Mirror of Souls and the ancient wand," suggested Hermione, taking a sip of her coffee. "Both artifacts are crucial, but we can't waste time."

Harry nodded. "I can head to the trophy room. I've heard rumors about ancient objects that might be there. How about you and Daphne check the restricted sections of the library? There could be more information about the Mirror."

Daphne smiled, feeling her heart race. "Sounds good. But we should be careful. We don't know what kind of protections those places have."

"Exactly," Hermione replied, her gaze fixed on Harry. "We can't risk getting caught."

With a plan in mind, they separated, each with a clear mission. As Harry walked toward the trophy room, he felt a mix of nerves and determination. He knew he needed to find something that could give them an advantage over Voldemort.

Upon arriving at the room, Harry found himself surrounded by bright trophies and medals celebrating past achievements. However, his attention was drawn to an old cabinet in the corner, covered in dust and cobwebs. As he approached, he felt a strange energy emanating from it.

"What is this?" he murmured to himself as he opened the cabinet door. Inside, he found a series of forgotten magical objects: an ancient mirror, a feather that seemed to glow with its own light, and a small chest locked with a padlock.

Harry's heart raced as he saw the mirror. "Could it be…?" he thought, recalling stories about the Mirror of Souls. However, when he tried to take it, he felt a magical resistance.

"What the hell?" he exclaimed, trying to understand why he couldn't move it.

At that moment, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around to see Draco Malfoy entering the room, a smug smile on his face.

"Looking for lost treasures, Potter?" Malfoy said with disdain. "I don't think you'll find anything worth your time here."

Harry frowned. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"I'm just here to make sure you don't get into trouble," Malfoy replied, moving closer to the cabinet. "You know there are things you shouldn't touch."

Harry didn't trust him for a second. "And what do you know? You've always been more interested in causing harm than helping."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you're right. But I also know there are things in this castle that could kill you if you're not careful."

As they spoke, Harry noticed the mirror starting to glow faintly. An image appeared on its surface: a dark and gloomy landscape filled with dancing shadows. In the background, he saw familiar figures—fallen friends, lost loved ones.

"What is that?" Malfoy asked, intrigued.

"I don't know," Harry replied, unable to look away. "But it seems… important."

Suddenly, the mirror emitted a bright flash and both found themselves trapped in a vision. The images began to move rapidly; they saw moments from the past: the fall of their friends, the final battle against Voldemort, and the pain that followed.

"NO!" Harry shouted, trying to pull away from the mirror, but it was as if an invisible force held him there.

"This is… incredible," Malfoy murmured, though there was a hint of fear in his voice. "But also terrifying."

Finally, Harry managed to free his hand from the mirror and stepped back, breathing heavily. "We need to get out of here," he said urgently. "We can't stay."

Malfoy looked at him with disdain but nodded slowly. "Fine. But don't think this means I'm your friend."

Harry didn't respond and quickly left the room, feeling the weight of what he had seen. He needed to find Hermione and Daphne; they had to talk about what he had discovered.

Meanwhile, Hermione and Daphne were in the library poring over ancient books about the Mirror of Souls. The atmosphere was tense yet filled with excitement as they flipped through yellowed pages.

"I can't believe we have the chance to change all this," Hermione said passionately as she read about the powers of the mirror.

"Yes," Daphne replied thoughtfully. "But we also need to be careful about what we wish for. Sometimes desires can turn against us."

Hermione nodded gravely. "You're right. But if we can use the mirror correctly, we might obtain valuable information about Voldemort and his Horcruxes."

Just as they were about to delve deeper into their research, Harry burst in, looking visibly agitated.

"Girls! You have to listen to me!" he exclaimed.

Both turned around quickly, concerned for his state.

"What happened?" Hermione asked.

"I found something… an ancient mirror," Harry explained between gasps. "But I saw things… things from the past."

Daphne furrowed her brow. "What kind of things?"

Harry took a breath before answering. "Images of the final battle—our friends falling—everything we've lost." His voice cracked as he recalled those painful moments.

Hermione felt a chill run down her spine as she listened to Harry. "And what else?"

"I think it might be the Mirror of Souls," Harry continued. "But I don't know how to use it without putting our lives at risk."

Daphne looked at Harry with determination in her eyes. "We have to try to figure out how it works. If it can give us information about Voldemort or his Horcruxes, it could be our only chance."

Harry nodded slowly, feeling the weight of the decision before them. He knew they had to take risks if they wanted to change the future.

"Then let's go find it together," Hermione said firmly. "We can't let fear hold us back."

With a renewed sense of purpose, the three friends headed back toward the trophy room, ready to face the unknown and unravel the secrets of the Mirror of Souls. They knew that each step brought them closer to an uncertain future but also to the possibility of redemption and hope.

As they moved toward their destination, their connection grew stronger; they were not just friends fighting against a common enemy but souls intertwined by fate and the desire to change the course of time.

The echoes of the past resonated in their hearts as they prepared to face what lay ahead—a battle not only against Voldemort but also against their own fears and hidden desires.