Through the Looking Glass Redone
"Tell me, boy. What. Do. You. See?" The Possessed Professor said, his trademark stutter gone.
"I-I see myself, Dumbledore's handing me the Quidditch Cup." Harry lied quickly. In truth, Harry saw his mirror-self wink and put the stone into his mirror-pocket, and felt the weight of the stone in his own pocket. More disturbing he saw a pale, dark haired woman put her hand on his shoulder, and also felt that but only for a moment.
"He lies." A voice hissed.
"My lord?" Quirral asked.
'Oh, bloody hell.' Harry thought.
Run you, idiot. A female voice said.
Harry complied. He closed his eyes as he ran through the fire. 'Please don't let me burn.' He prayed.
Just keep running. The voice said again.
"Crucio!" The professor cursed the young boy.
Harry screamed before the pain stopped. He heard the man scream and the female voice laugh.
Harry scrambled to his feet before an emerald green curse rebounded off of a moonlight barrier.
The boy heard the female voice scream before darkness took him.
* * Later * *
Harry woke up to the antiseptic smell of the Hospital Wing. He looked around the white washed walls and saw the mountain of get well presents. He thought back to the encounter. That last spell, it looked like the light from his dreams.
Dumbledore came in and spoke to Harry about the encounter and what had happened.
Harry thought it was best to not mention the woman in the mirror.
* * Later * *
After Dumbledore announced that Slytherin had won the House Cup he told the school about the events several weeks prior and awarded enough points to allow Gryffindor to steal the win.
Harry returned to the Dursley's with said event on his mind.
This will be different.
Alice may or may not be dead.
Your choice, poll on profile, though you could put it in a review if you was a guest.