Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, from either world. They belong to either J.K. Rowling or Lewis Carroll, and I believe you know whose is whose. Quotes and things aren't mine. Some belong to Carroll, some to Rowling and others to Disney. Also the quote Harry uses to open the wall is by Socrates.

Author Notes: I got the idea from a picture I found called 'Through the Mirror of Erised' by ahohesensei on deviantart and it won't be exactly like the Alice books. The rating is also for later chapters.

Through the Mirror of Erised

Prologue

"It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts…However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible."

Advanced Muggle Studies was not a very popular subject. Very few students made up the class; only those who were majoring in something involving Muggle's. Though occasionally you get those who just think Muggle's are fascinating. Or even those whom wished to among the Muggle's unnoticed. To get close to them. To get statuses and friends. To wreck havoc from within. But this story is not as dark as it's coming out to be. On the contrary, it's quite light. It starts out in a very familiar setting…

The large, circular room that was the Gryffindor Common's was decorated in accordance to its house colors, gold and red. A grand fireplace had a staircase on either side leading to the dormitories. There were tables and chair, sofas and coffee tables scattered across the enormous room. Groups of assorted years were chatting, either about classes or gossip.

But there is one group we are more interested in than the others. This one is consisted of six students, three girls and three boys. As to be polite, we will start with the ladies. The eldest of the group was a seventh year girl with curly, sandy blonde hair that cascaded to her shoulders. She wore loose black pajama bottoms and a red tank top. Her face was slightly round and she had wide, ebony colored eyes.

The second oldest of the group was a girl with long, almost white blonde hair. She wore a deep royal purple pajama bottoms and a lilac tank top. She also had lion slippers. She was pale with a pixie face and bright gray eyes. Yes, she was a Ravenclaw, but sleepovers with other houses were not frowned upon. Inter-house-relationships were important.

The youngest was a fiery red haired girl with freckles and a round face. She wore a green outfit in the pajama variety. Her eyes were a rich, chocolate brown. She was sitting on a three seating couch with the other two girls.

The three boys were sitting on a chair and a love seat. The eldest was a tall, gangly red haired boy with freckles. He wore red and gold outfit and white socks. He had a square jaw with bright dark blue eyes.

The one sitting next to him had short cropped dark brown hair and a round face. He wore a pale yellow and blue outfit. His bright, light blue eyes were set in a round face.

The last boy sat in the single seat sofa. He had short, messy black hair and bright, emerald green eyes framed by black wired glasses. His face was slightly sharp, slightly pixie looking. He wore loose black slacks and a faded green t-shirt. He was a decent height with slightly pale skin and more on the thinner side.

This boy had done what no other wizard known to man had done. He had defeated the darkest wizard to terrorize the planet. He did it during the summer,; the longest, bloodiest summer known to wizards. The death toll had reached a frightening height when this boy had finally cornered the Dark Lord. Almost at the cost of his life, he had killed him.

After the soil had settled on the graves of the fallen, the teachers left had decided school needed to go on. The children needed normalize in their lives. Hogwarts was fixed, school started late, but now it went on.

Now that all the dark telling is done, the story can continue on the lighter side…

The girl with white blonde hair had a book opened on her lap. Her eyes were scanning the pages. So engrossed was she in her book, that it just had to be questioned as to what she was reading.

"What are you reading Luna?" the red headed boy asked.

Luna didn't even look up as she replied in a soft voice, "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland…"

The red headed boy looked confused. "What and why?"

"Ron…" the curly haired girl said with a sigh. "It's a muggle novel written by Lewis Carroll. It's a classic."

"Well, I've never heard of it." Ron replied simply.

"Yes, well, you don't generally hear anything unless it's about Slytherin bashing or Quidditch." the same girl replied.

Ron gave her a dirty look, but it was the red headed girl who said, "Don't be rude Hermione. He listens when food mentioned too."

Ron turned his dirty look on her. "You're a prat Ginny."

Ginny grinned at him. "I think it's a wonderful novel." The other blue eyed boy said, looking at Luna.

Luna did look at him. "You've read it before Neville?"

Neville nodded. "It was a long time ago."

"May I see it?" the dark haired boy asked, extending his hand towards her.

Luna looked at him a brief moment before handing it to him. The boy opened to the first page, scanning its content. His face went from curiosity to confusion. "What is all this?"

"It's a girl named Alice thinking about reading." Luna replied.

He flipped more towards the middle, reading a passage. "Okay, this is complete nonsense. What's the point of it?"

Luna looked at him. "To think."

He shook his head and handed it back. "How can one think if it doesn't make sense?"

Hermione sighed. "Harry, the themes aren't obvious. You have to discover them."

"If I want to read a book, I don't want to have to dig around for the meanings. They should be stated." Harry gave a disgruntle look, throwing himself back into the chair.

"But that wouldn't be nearly as fun." Hermione said matter-of-factly.

Ron snorted and leaned towards Harry. "She's crazy. Remember, she reads textbooks for fun."
"Ronald Weasley!"

Ron's ears turned red as he turned to his girlfriend. "Sorry…"

The others laughed. "Someone's whipped." Ginny said with a snort.

The couple looked at her horrified. "Ginny!" Hermione said, shocked.

"Where did you learn that?" Ron asked, his ears turning red from both embarrassment and anger.

"Umm…I am a teenager Ron."

"Doesn't answer the question."

Ginny stood up. "I'm going to bed. Night all!" She ran quickly towards the girls stairs, knowing quite well that Ron couldn't follow.

Ron glared at the stairs till Hermione kicked him gently in the leg. He turned his gaze towards her. "What?"

"Nothing really. I just thought that we should also be heading off to bed. It's getting rather late."

"Ugh, please don't say you're staying in the boys dorm room 'Mione." Harry said with a slightly disgusted look on his face. "I love you both but you still haven't mastered the silencing charm, for all the brains you have."

Hermione and Ron blushed and started to stutter things out. "Of course not!" Hermione said. "I have a sleepover with Luna." She stood up, the others following. "I think I'm going to follow Ginny." She quickly headed to the stairs.

"Wait a minute 'Mione!" Ron shouted and ran towards her. The other three followed at a slower pace.

"Ron, don't shout! It's late!" She yelled back, just a mite lower, but she did stop at the bottom of the stairs.

"Sorry." Ron said softly, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I just didn't want you to leave before I could do this…" He picked her up, setting her on the floor. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"Get a room!" They broke apart and turned towards the source, which happened to be Ginny at the top of the stairs.

"Ginny!" they both shouted.

The red head put her index finger to her lips in a shushing motion. "Be a little quieter! No respect for the sleeping." She shook her head in a disappointed manner.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at her. "Ginny…."

"Uh oh." Ginny said with wide eyes. "I best be going…" She quickly disappeared.

Hermione smirked, and then turned to her boyfriend. "I'm sorry Ron, but I'm afraid that you might be a sibling short come morning."

"That's alright. I always rather liked the idea of being the youngest. They get away with the most."

"Hey I heard that!" the shout of Ginny came from somewhere above them.

Hermione gave Ron a quick peck on the lips and headed up the stairs. "Good night everybody."

Ron smiled and turned to the rest of the group who were only a few feet away. "Night." He headed up his stairs.

Harry rolled his eyes, heading towards the stairs. "Really…"

"Harry." He stopped on the bottom step, turning to Luna.

"What?"

The blonde held out her book. "I think you should read it."

"Why? It's nonsense."

Luna smiled softly. "Maybe you need a little more nonsense in your life Harry."

Harry shook his head. "My life is fine."

"That's not what she's saying!" Neville said, defending Luna.

"Not you too Neville! Merlin, you two worry too much! I just don't like to read. Can't you respect that?" Harry said exasperated. They both gave him an unreadable look. "Fine! If I take it and read it, will you leave me alone?"

"Maybe." They said in unison.

Harry took the book from Luna hands and shook his head at them. "Sometimes you two weird me out."

"I know." Neville said.

"That's alright." Luna replied softly at the same time.

"Good night you two." Harry said, heading up the stairs and waving his hand with the book in it. "See you later."

"Night." they said in unison once again.

After Harry had been out of sight for a minute or so, Neville turned to Luna. "Why did you insist he read that book?"

Luna shrugged, a secretive smile gracing her lips. "Nothing you need to worry about."

Neville smirked. "Sometimes you worry me."

"How would I do that?" Luna smiled innocently, while heading up the girls stairs. "Good night Neville. Don't let the Nargles bite."

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The seventh year boys' dormitory was half circular stone room with five four-poster beds, a trunk to each at the end of the beds and a nightstand next to the head. There was one window and another door leading to the bathroom. All the red velvet curtains were closed, the gold color tassels dangling. It was nearing two in the morning of the Scottish wizard school when one of the curtains was pushed aside. A hand groped out, searching for something and in the process knocking a book to the floor. The pale appendage grabbed a pair of glasses, disappeared once again into the darkness of the bed, before returning, this time taking a wand. There was a slight groan and a set of legs clad in black dangled over the bed, setting bare feet into a pair of slippers. The bed made barely a sound as the young man stood up, the almost gone moon practically giving no light. He walked silently towards his trunk, not needing light to find what he was looking for. The boy kneeled down and pulled out a simmering cloak that he quickly wrapped around himself, making him disappear. A few seconds later and the book disappeared. Invisible and silent footsteps made their way towards the door that seemed to open without any assistants. It closed just as quickly as it was opened and steps walked down the stairs.

The invisible boy made it to the bottom steps and through the dark commons room, opening the portrait and dashing down the halls. He went up and down, left and right, this way and that, seeming to those, if they could see him, that he had no idea where he was going.

Finally a door in a dusty, forgotten hall was opened and closed, revealing an even dustier and more forsaken storage room. A shelve with empty jars was pushed aside and a soft male voice whispered, "Be as you wish to seem." The wall opened silently.

Soft footfalls walked into a decent sized room that source of light seemed to be a soft glow coming from the walls. The only things in the room were three benches and a tall objected covered in a sheet. One of the benches was cracked, one was missing a leg and the other brightly polished. The wall closed silently behind the transparent figure. With a soft 'whoosh' the invisible-making clothe fell to the floor. In the soft glow, the young man almost looked ethereal. Pale skin shimmered whiter, pixie featured more fae like. His black hair seemed darker and his almost perpetual frown sharper. Dark green eyes glanced around the room landing on the covered object. Quickly he walked over and tugged the cloth down.

A large gold framed mirror was revealed. The boy blinked. "Achoo! Bloody hell…" he muttered as he rubbed his nose on his shirt, then rubbed his eyes with his hands. "Dust…you think someone would come up with a spell for that…Oh wait, they have." He glared briefly at the offending cloth. "Obviously no one cares that much about you."

He then glanced up at the mirror. The glass was smooth and dust free. The gold glittered with whatever light was coming from the walls. He looked at the very top and read the inscription: "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi."

"I bet if someone just walked quickly by you, you could pass for an ordinary mirror." He ran a pale hand over the glass, still not standing fully in its view. "I show not your face but your hearts desire…tell me, what's my hearts desire now? Is it still having a family that loves me? I nearly have that now. Is it that I want my heart to be a little purer? Not going to happen…" he said softly, walking around the back of the mirror to the other side. "Or maybe now my great hearts desire is to never know." He turned away from the mirror and walked to the cracked bench, which was closes to the mirror. He sat in front of it. He could see his reflection from his spot, but he quickly looked away. He had no desire to see what his heart wanted, because first, he needed to figure out if he hadn't lost it somewhere in the battle. He quickly got comfortable and pulled the book out of his back pocket. "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" was written in a pretty script across the front. "I suppose I'll read this now."

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Time passed. Whether it was hours or a nighttime was uncertain. Time could, however, be measured in pages read. One book was finished and the second a quarter of the way done. The young man yawned, half his body invisible because he had wrapped himself with the cloak. He set the book aside, leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

There was silence for the longest time. He rolled his head. Suddenly there was a tapping sound. Harry sat up quickly, wand in hand. He looked around seeing nothing. He laid his wand on the floor and closed his eyes again, leaning back. Another few moments and there was tapping again. Harry sat up slowly. "What the bloody hell?" he muttered. The room was empty except for him, three benches and the mirror, but the rapping came again, more insistently. He growled a little and stood up. "Holy Merlin, what is knocking? I'm trying to take a nap."

He walked the room, listening to the walls. There was no knocking, not even at the entrance. "I'm finally losing my mind." he muttered and walked back to the bench to pick up is book and cloak. The knocking came again and he looked up at the only thing he hadn't checked: the mirror. "Oh, hell no." Harry walked slowly to the mirror, looking at the frame, only glancing at the glass. When he stood right in front of it he was still looking at the frame.

There was a loud knock and he glanced. They only thing he saw before it all went black was a pale hand reaching through the glass.