The End
There are a lot of changes happening as Harry Potter enters his fifth year at Hogwarts; school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The most important change is that Harry is no longer Harry, or is he? As the year goes on everyone discovers that nothing is as simple as first thought; including the rise of the most powerful and dangerous being ever to exist…
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it all belongs to JK and associates (who made the movies), if I owned any of it there would definitely be more slash.
Warnings: The warnings for this whole, and which shall be found anywhere in the story, are: Strong language, strong violence, scenes of a sexual nature (not sure if it'll be just kissing or if there shall be some lime), contains slash (same sex pairing), sensitive topic/issue, theme and maybe substance use and/or abuse.
Author's Note: Right, so I'm working on some new stories to help me with my writers block which I received from Inevitable: Forsaken (evil story) but that doesn't mean that I'm going to stop my other wip's, they're just going to take some time. Especially TBP: POS as I seem to have deleted it from my flash drive and have lost the book I was writing it in, please don't hate me! I'll try to remember what I already had written down and keep working on it. In the meantime enjoy and please R&R, please?
Chapter One: Shadows In A Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall; who's that idiot you've just caught?...
Harry was sitting in his room patiently waiting for some kind of sign from Headmaster Dumbledore, to let him know when he could leave the Dursley's and meet up with Ron and Hermione. He desperately wanted someone to talk to for he was scared, not of the Dementors attack which had come earlier that night but of the strange shadows he kept glimpsing in the mirrors from the corner of his eyes.
The shadows had first started appearing on his birthday and only in mirrors, now they seemed to have gotten stronger and were appearing in every reflective surface around him but only if it was his reflection alone that was showing. There were also times when he was convinced that his reflection moved slightly too late or even of its own accord. Which he knew was ridiculous; no-one's reflection moved by itself, still, there were times when this certainty faded, almost as though he remembered something that had happened in the past, though he couldn't think what.
So there he was, wide awake late that night, praying and hoping for help, when he could've sworn that he heard someone calling his name. There was something incredibly haunting and sad about the voice that his heart ached in response to its call. The strangest thing though, was that the voice sounded like his own which was impossible and so with his usual curiosity he decided to see if he could find where the voice was coming from.
On silent, bare feet, he headed out of his room and headed into the hallway, listening intently for the source of the voice that called out to him with such loneliness. He stopped in shock just outside of the bathroom when he realized that it was from there that the, somehow, familiar voice was coming from. Unable to believe that the voice was coming from the bathroom of all places and a little wary, as it was the place where he saw the shadows the most, he entered the bathroom where he once more stopped in shock. The voice was indeed coming from the bathroom and it was apparently his own reflection that had been calling to him.
As he looked on in amazed disbelief, his reflection raised its left hand and placed it flat against the mirror and then just stood there in silence, as though it was waiting for something. Then, as though mesmerized, he slowly walked up to the mirror and raised his right hand to rest against his reflections left. He was dimly aware that he could feel the warmth of his reflections hand, as though the mirror was not there, and then he felt his reflections hand close over his own.
Slowly and carefully, he was pulled into the mirror and all the while he was lost in the captivating gaze of his reflections intense emerald eyes. As he was pulled into the mirror he was faintly aware of strange memories entering his mind; memories of tremendous pain and a great sense of loss. Finally he was within the mirror but like everything else around him this was only a vague recollection, for while he was held by his reflections gaze he had no clear thoughts or control of his own body.
Suddenly and without any warning the hold of the others gaze vanished and he finally registered where he was and with consciousness came the memory of something passing past him and into the outside world. Slightly panicked now, he turned around and beheld the Dursley's bathroom through a square hole that was the same size as the mirror that he had been looking into only moments ago. He registered the trivial fact that the hole was exactly that, a hole that punched through this foggy grey, lifeless place into the real world because he didn't want to face the larger fact that someone who looked eerily like him was standing in the bathroom, watching him.
'What the fuck?' he said softly to himself, stepping up to the hole and pressing his hand up against some sort of smooth barrier which was cool to the touch and stopped him from reaching the hole.
'It won't work' said the other him, amused and Harry jumped at hearing his own voice coming from another's mouth.
'What won't and who are you anyway?' demanded Harry angrily.
'Ah… two easy questions that are easy to answer' replied the other Harry with an amused smile and for the first time Harry noticed the most significant slight difference between them, for the other had rainbow flecks within his emerald green eyes.
'If they're so easy to answer, then why don't you answer them?' challenged Harry.
'I was going to,' replied the other Harry with a chuckle, 'What won't work is your ability to cross back over into this world, you do not remember how and I am Harry Potter.'
'You can't be, I'm Harry Potter.'
'Not anymore, you can live my life while I live yours.'
'It won't work! You're bound to be caught for the imposter that you are!'
'I doubt that for I have all of your memories, just as you do, but unlike you, I remember more.'
'What's that supposed to mean?' said Harry, slamming his fists against the invisible barrier in frustration.
'Perhaps you will remember' replied the other Harry with a mischievous grin.
Then with a wave of his hand the other Harry turned and started to walk away but just before he exited the bathroom he looked over his shoulder and said, 'See you around, my other self.'