Through the Looking Glass
Summary: The person looking back at him was not his reflection. It was his mother. His dead mother. When Harry travels back in time to the day his parents died he can't help but meddle in time. But how will his life and the wizarding world be changed by his actions.
(This story is set during the second year at Hogwarts)
I do not own Harry Potter but I'm pretty sure a confundus charm on JK Rowling might change that...MWHAAAAA! (Btw, I shotgun Harry Potter if the end of the world comes and I am the only person alive...oh yeah...I'm not kidding... :P)
Chapter 1 – The Discovery
It was a cold Wednesday afternoon and the Gryffindors and Slytherins were traipsing down into the dungeons for their Potions lesson. For the Gryffindors it was an open opportunity for Snape to torment them and when they walked into the dungeons the conditions were hostile. Snape was pacing the room and the expression on his face was as if someone had just force-fed him a large bottle of skele-grow. He had just had a rather...stressful lesson which involved a group of first years...dropping a shrinking potion on his robes...let's just say it was a very uncomfortable moment for him. So anyway...Snape was in a foul mood so to the Gryffindors it was pretty much a death sentence. When they took their places Neville accidentally dropped his book on the ground and immediately Snape took 10 points from Gryffindor. The beginning of the lesson was not going well.
Harry had just had Quidditch practice at lunch so was absolutely shattered, so when Snape turned to the blackboard to write the instructions for the potion they were making, Harry lay his head down on the desk and started to doze off. After about five minutes, Harry stretched and sat up, only to find Snape looming over him and Hermione and Ron already working on the potion.
'Potter! What are you supposed to be doing, may I ask?' barked Snape
Harry quickly stole a glance at the blackboard and said, 'Making a wolfsbane potion'.
'You will address me as sir when I speak to you Potter. 10 points from Gryffindor'
A loud groan went up amongst the Gryffindors just as Harry looked up at Snape and retorted, 'Well, if I have to address you as sir, I would very much like you to address me as Harry...sir'.
Hermione shot him a warning look that seemed to scream 'why the hell are you messing with a teacher?', but Ron looked as if he wanted to burst with laughter. Malfoy just looked as if Christmas had come early.
'Potter! You dare disobey me? 50 points from Gryffindor and a week worth of detentions. Now, pack up all your books and go back to your dormitory.'
'Yes, sir'
Just as Harry was about to walk out of the dungeon, Snape turned to him with a sinister smile on his face and called him back. As Harry turned back round, Snape said, 'Your father was a troublemaker from day one. He thought himself far too superior amongst all us "mortals". He was a big-headed pig and a jerk...no wonder he ended up being blown up.'
'You shut up about my father! You shut up now. He was ten times the man you will ever be.'
And with that he stormed out of the dungeons before he could be given any more punishments.
When Harry entered his dormitory his eyes were immediately drawn to a strange object lying on his bed. He knew that he hadn't left it there that morning, in fact; he had never seen it before. As he got nearer to it, he could see that it was a looking glass. Suddenly, a face appeared in it. A face with long red hair and green eyes. A face with the exact same eyes as his. The person looking at him was not his reflection though. It was his mother. His dead mother.
Suddenly his mother disappeared out of the frame so Harry picked the looking glass up. Without any warning Harry was sucked into nothingness. The only thing that gave away that Harry was in the dormitory a minute ago was his pile of books scattered on the floor.
His feet hit solid ground and for a moment he felt disorientated, the world was blurry and his head felt foggy. But then he realised that his glasses were on the floor and no longer on his face. He fumbled for them on the ground and after finally finding them he shoved them back onto his face. As he grew more familiar with his surroundings, he could tell that he was in the middle of a garden in broad daylight. He stood up to look into the window and what he saw was probably the most unexpected thing he could have ever imagined...(btw, it was not Voldemort dancing round in a pair of knickers singing along to high school musical, just thought I had to let you know). It was his mother carrying a little boy. A little boy with raven hair and startling green emerald eyes. It was him as a baby.
Suddenly the pieces started to fit together for Harry but he was still very much confused. The TV was on in the living room and the news rolled on. It showed some minor news bulletins but then a news reporter reporting from Bulgaria came onscreen,
'Today, the 31st October, we have received devastating reports of...'
But that's all Harry needed to hear. That one sentence was enough. He had enough clues to work out where he was, why and when. He had been transported back in time to the day his parents died. His parents...suddenly a plan came to Harry, a plan he knew would surely have consequences but was worth a shot if it meant he would have his parents back...
Without even realising he was doing it, Harry walked up to the front door and knocked on it. He felt kind of stupid...what was he going to say?
'Hello, I'm your son from the future and I just thought you would like to know that you are going to die today'
Even in his head it sounded stupid but he had to warn them. If only he could warn them then maybe they would escape and...
Just as he was planning what to say the door opened and his mother stood there. Her face was a mask of partly horror but partly inquisition. For a moment she just stood there and Harry was able to take in her profile. Her hair, falling gently past her shoulders was a smouldering red that matched her almond-shaped green eyes. She was fairly tall and skinny but she had a nervous smile on her face, a bit like a child who had just discovered something they really did not understand.
Harry could see the disbelief in her eyes as she quickly took him in, the disbelief turning into wonder and then...he really couldn't tell. After standing and staring at each other for a couple of minutes Harry decided he really had to tell her what was going to happen that evening.
'Hi, I'm Harry...and I'm your son from the...future. I know that you probably don't trust me but I have to warn you. Tonight, Voldemort will come to your house. He'll kill dad and then turn to you. You give up your life for me, and I survive with only this scar.
With that he pointed to the scar on his forehead and then looked up to his mother to see what her reaction was.
I'm taken to Aunt Petunia's house where I then have to live until I get the letter from Hogwarts. You have to run...hide...anything. Please mum, you have to believe me...you just have to.'
By the time Harry had finished this speech; Lily had tears in her eyes and reached out to stroke Harry's cheek.
'Of course I believe you baby. Thank you for warning us, I'll get your dad and we'll go into hiding. Thank you for warning us.'
She planted a kiss on the top of Harry's head and warmth spread through his body. Before she turned to go back inside she said,
'Harry, sweetie, no matter what happens, I'll always love you and I am so proud of you. You just remember that, OK?'
All Harry could do was nod his head, as tears were threatening to spill from his already overfilled eyes.
Lily then called James out of the house where he gave Lily the 'what the hell is happening' look. Lily just said that she would explain later and after giving Harry one last fleeting kiss on his cheek she grabbed James' hand, he was holding younger Harry, and they apparated.
They apparated just like that and Harry knew that deep down, he had just saved his parents. After savouring the first real happy moment he had had in all of his life, he bent down and picked up the looking glass, ready to go back to his own time, but not realising what he had just done and the effects that it would have on the wizarding world. And with that, he was travelling back to his own dimension where things for Harry were about to get a bit out of control...
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