Hall of Mirrors- Broken Time

Where am I? What's going on?

I walked down a hall of mirrors, each a distortion on me. Unlike the funhouses, these were different reflections of me. I saw a time where I would have been happy, arrogant, fearful, corrupt and more.

Each reflection called out that it was the true path, all others were false. I saw a life where my parents never died, but I bore the scar, another that still had them die but I didn't have the scar. I saw a life in which I accepted Malfoy's hand, and one where I was placed in Hufflepuff.

So many path's my life could have gone, which one would I have chosen? I found myself standing in front of two mirrors. One was bathed in light, the other cloaked in darkness. These are what are ahead of me, a choice of path's.

"You can chose either. You gain the knowledge of the path you deny."

"Who's there," I called looking around.

"I have many names, fate, death, rebirth. So many names, I don't remember what my original was."

I looked at the mirrors, "which will make me the happiest?"

"Depends how you define it. Both hold equal chance for happiness and sorrow. The choice is weather you wish to become what you hate."

Two choices, light and dark. "What if I chose neither?"

You must make a choice. Hurry, your time here is nearing an end."

I want another way. I don't want to follow, I want to lead. I want my family back. "I want my life back! I want to choose, to love or hate because I want it!" Spinning around I yelled, "give me another option!"

There was silence for awhile. "Your time is up. Make your choice."

"I choose…"

Suddenly the mirrors swirled. I could hear the voice faintly calling for me to choose. Out of each mirror stepped an older version of me. One seemed very much like Dumbledore, calm and reserved. The other looked like Riddle and myself combined.

"Choose another way," said the 'dark' me.

"Any other way than this," said the other.

"Why," was my reply.

"I ended up like Dumbledore, old and alone. I lost my one love and I devoted my life to doing the 'greater good for mankind."

"I ended up as bad as Voldemort, only to be killed by the one I loved."

"But I have to choose."

The 'light' me shook his head, "no you don't. The voice of fate wants you to follow a prescribed path. Don't follow any of the ones here."

"So what happens from here then," I asked.

They looked at each other, sadness in their eyes. "You have to start over, you have to break time."

"How?"

"We will use all our combined power to start things over. Neither of our paths were that good, but they had their moments. We will also give you our knowledge of magic, light and dark."

"When you go back, you will have a vast majority of your power, use it to move yourself somewhere safe."

"How far back," I asked.

"We can't prevent our parents death, nor save either of them. We tried, believe me. We can't even prevent you from being placed with the Dursleys."

I nodded, "so after Voldemort marked me. Ok I can deal with that."

One of the two, I could no longer tell the difference, said, "remember, our memories aren't always the same, more reflections of the path we chose. I think you should moderate your actions."

"Remember, in my path darkness wasn't the easy choice. Tom took my innocence from me, he took someone very special and broke her spirit."

I nodded, I was as ready as I was going to be.

They started chanting:

"from darkness and light, send this being from our sight.

Send him to the path's true split, the time of our gift.

No more in light or dark be bathed, but in a shade of gray."

I felt a vortex of power circling around me. Magic I never would have thought possible, that was only available because the both of them were completely equal.

"Avada Kedavra."

I felt the spell bounce off me, leaving it's mark. I watched as Voldemort was struck and disappeared. I watched Sirius argue with Hagrid, Dumbledore telling McGonagall and Hagrid that I would be fine, and the expression on Petunia's face when she found me.

The thing I found interesting was the way she looked at me before telling Vernon what she had found. I listened as Vernon argued against keeping me, and how Petunia said that she would take care of me, that he wouldn't have to lift a finger.

As she brought me in, she looked at me and said, "I'm sorry Harry. My sister and I never saw eye to eye, I admit I was a little jealous of her. I'm sorry that I don't know how to get out of this relationship, but to protect you I must act like I hate you."

I felt a wave of love towards her in that moment. I never understood why I could never hate her, in this moment I did. I silently vowed to change things, all the knowledge in me would be used to protect the one I love, the last of my true family.

A/n: (I deleted the next at least hundred words for their sexually explicit content and the fact that half of acts described are physically impossible) damn plot bunnies. Tell me what you think. Will be HHr, but that's a long way off.