A/N 1: sooo I've been writing this for a while, as I kept getting writers block while writing it :( there may be some bits that are absolutely abysmal because I was just finding it so hard to write :( (that is why it's quite short)
Just some stuff about the actual storyness, I will add more chapters later (no idea how long that will take!) as I already have about 5 chapters planned :) .
THIS WILL BE THE ONLY CHAPTER WITH AN OC AS A MAINISH CHARACTER. It is written for my friend! Please R&R! It's really appreciated :) Merlin, this is becoming a long AN so I'll wrap it up, enjoy!
Disclaimer: NO. I am not JKR :)
It was midnight and the moon was hanging proudly in the ebony sky which was punctured with glistening white stars.
A young boy with a pale pointed face and white-blonde hair was sweeping through the Hogwarts castle; he glided up the many staircases until he reached the empty halls of the seventh floor. He fingered his wand.
"No," he told himself, there was no need for light as he knew his way to the room like he knew the back of his hand.
He had fumbled his way along some of the many corridors and walked head first into a wall before he fingered his wand again, this time deciding light was a better option.
"Lumos" he muttered before blinking hastily in the sudden, blinding light. He had actually managed to go the right way, as after his eyes had become accustomed to the blaze of light that hung off his wand, he had looked up and was now backing away from a bunch of angry trolls that existed in an old tapestry.
He spun away from them and faced a seemingly bare wall; he walked past it 3 times, but he was not thinking properly. Half formed thoughts were floating round in his head: distracting him from what his mind was usually set on.
Nonetheless; curves of thick iron snaked their way up the wall, carving out a large door in the aged stone.
Glancing around the deserted hall, he started to regret his decision to come alone. What if he left the room, walking right into the face of a teacher?
Dismissing these thoughts; he grasped the thin snake of metal and pushed open the door and backed into it. He turned swiftly and his eyes widened at what he saw.
Expecting a large room filled with mismatched furniture and discarded belongings, the boy was shocked at what his eyes now lay on.
It was a small room, only a few metres wide and long and it housed a single, rather dank mirror.
Out of curiosity; the boy stepped towards it, not close enough so that he would be able to see his own withered reflection, but so he could make out the lettering that graced the top of the mirror.
It read: 'Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi'
The boy did not know what this meant, it may have been an entirely different language but he did not care.
Closing the space between himself and the mirror slowly, he gasped at what he saw. There had been a girl there! Right next to him!
After assuring himself that that girl had actually been a hallucination and promising himself to get more sleep, he examined the mirror again. To his surprise, the girl was there again! He thrust out his arm to his side, if the girl really had been there; his arm would have gone right through her.
His head slightly tilted to the side as he gazed at his reflection. Was it him?
He looked older, his white hair was bouncing round his head joyfully and his laughing face was barely recognisable as the sullen, sallow skin that stretched over his skull at that moment.
The boy's eyes trailed over to the girl who stood next to him. After deciding that she only existed in the mirror, he examined her more closely.
She had a pinky heart shaped head from which long wavy dark orange hair sprouted and single purple plumeria lay. His eyes drifted goofily over it and he touched the mirror tenderly, as though he was able to stroke her hair through the cold glass. Her hair wasn't a fiery red like the Weasleys possessed; it was less loud and more simple, yet complicated all the same.
Crystal pools of azure waters blinked at the boy amusedly, as though she was examining him as he was her. She was roughly as tall as the mirror-him and they were both laughing along mutely at a silent, humorous event.
His hand pushed harder against the mirror as though it was a door. What was it? Did it show the future? Or some parallel universe?
The boys other hand travelled up to the slippery glass and his weary face was so close that his ragged breath creating blobs of fog that ebbed away periodically.
After spending a long while gazing longingly at the mirror-people; the girl bent down to their feet.
There were two young toddlers sat in the floor, their legs sprawled out at odd angles.
One, a boy, had a pale, pointed face, blonde hair that carelessly fell to his ears and rosy lips that opened and closed periodically as his plump head turned from side to side lazily, assessing the scene that lay in the mirror he was confined in.
He was picked up playfully by his mother and he giggled; his head now level with that of the boy on the outside of the mirror. Big, bright cerulean eyes peered out, his pale eyelashes crushing into each other as the boy blinked.
The people in the mirror suddenly looked down; the boy on the outside let his eyes travel to the floor again, to where a second toddler sat.
She too had a pinky heart shaped face that was scrunched up, making her look like a shrivelled tomato and her tiny mouth was wailing a silent cry.
The mirror-him bent down and delicately stroked the orange hair than floated to her shoulders; she ceased crying immediately and laughed at her father, who slowly turned her so she too could peer out the mirror as well.
Almond-shaped misty blue eyes studied the boy outside the mirror confusedly. They were his eyes, but more beautiful and innocent than he had ever seen himself wear.
A single tear escaped that boy's eye and his knees gave way; his hands were still clawing at the cold glass and he bent his forehead forward, so he could still see the family inside the mirror, who were smiling contentedly between themselves. The woman kept shooting him worried looks and the little girl was peering at him, her tongue stuck out carelessly
The boy did not know how long he had kneeled there, but suddenly he stood up and backed away from the mirror.
"No," he told himself, "What's in the mirror is not real." He emphasized the word mirror, as though to convince himself that the family that were in the mirror were all an illusion. But then a wonderful thought struck him. If he did what his master had ordered him to do, he might be able to become the happy, white-blonde man that thrived in the mirror! Feeling empowered by this thought, he spun on his heels and marched happily out if the room.
Behind him, the curlicue that was engraved into the door faded and left dusty, old stone; that was not unlike the normal, ordinary walls that lay in the Hogwarts castle.
It was now mid-morning and the glowing sun now hang high in the ultramarine sky instead of the ivory moon.
Planning to go to the Main Hall and eat a good brakfeast, the boy started gliding down the numerous stairs that were now littered with various Gryffindors and Ravenclaws; many of whom shot him curious or suspicious looks. The boy was, after all, a lone Slytherin; and not just any Slytherin, for this boy was Draco Malfoy.
A/N 2: thank you for reading! If you have any ideas for future chapters, please tell me in a review or PM me.
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~Holly~