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Harry Potter and the Mirror, Darkly

Prologue

Harry James Potter stood next to his twin brother, Robert Vernon Potter, and glared at the birthday cake. It was a wonderfully lavish cake, adorned with rose petals and decorated with flapping snitches. He saw ice-cream piled at it's base, his brother's favorite treat, and a sparking candle rose from the mounds of mouth-watering chocolate cake. The only problem: it was not his cake.

July Thirtieth. His seventh birthday. And yet the only name adorned upon the masterpiece of a cake was his brother's, the Boy-Who-Lived. Everyone was fawning over Robert, leaving Harry to kick at the ground. Harry glared at his brother with hate burning in his emerald eyes.

That was one of the only differences between the two boys, their eyes. Harry's were a vibrant green, like his mother's, while his arrogant brother's were hazel like his father's. Harry thought it fitting as his personality was much closer to that of his mother.

Molly Weasly, who had adopted the brothers at Dumbledore's request, spotted the death glare that Harry was giving Robert, and began lecturing him. "You be grateful to your brother," she said bossily, "You know he saved us all from You-Know-Who."

Harry gazed at her angrily. "Why doesn't he have one of these?" Harry said furiously, lifting his fringe.

Molly clacked her tongue loudly. "Your brother is much more powerful than you. Hagrid found some shrapnel from Robert's crib next to you, and Dumbledore thinks that you were hit when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named attacked Robbie."

Harry shook his head sullenly, seeing no point in arguing with his neglectful adoptive mother. Satisfied, she returned to asking Robbie where he wanted to go for supper.

Robert turned around, a large mocking grin on his face. "Hiya, Brother." he sneered, "What's with the long face?"

Harry glared furiously at him. A long silence echoed throughout the Burrow, everyone staring at Harry. Ron, Fred, and George were silently sympathetic to Harry, but mentally pleading for him to stay calm.

Harry's lip curled upwards in disgust, stared angrily at the cake. Slowly he walked forward towards his brother. The Weaslys watched with anticipation as Harry faced his brother, noses inches from touching. Harry turned towards the cake, his brother watching with an evil smirk on his face.

Thwack

A wad of spit hit the cake, dripping down the sides messily. With one last, furious glance, Harry walked out the door.

Running through the tall grass outside the Burrow was something Harry had done often, to escape the pain of being ignored by the 'loving' Mrs Weasly. For as long as he could remember, Robert had gotten everything; brand-new toy broomsticks, trainer wands, action figures of him and Voldemort, everything. All Harry had wanted for his birthday was for Mrs Weasly to say 'Happy Birthday Harry'. But no, all he got was the standard 'Your brother is better than you' speech.

For this last Christmas Harry had asked Mr Weasly – who was much less biased than Mrs Weasly – to get him a trainer wand like the four his brother had. Christmas had come around and he was overjoyed at his name finally being on a present. As soon as he picked it up, Mrs Weasly had rushed over, taking the package. "It's obviously mislabeled," she had said, "Probably sent to Robbie."

He watched angrily as Robbie opened the little green package containing his trainer wand.

He wiped away tears, rounding the familiar circle of stones and plopping next to the turbulent waters of the clear blue creek. He angrily chucked rocks into the water, reveling at the massive splashes he created. He imagined pushing his brother into the stream and smiled. He imagined the look on Robert's face, the splash, and the way he would move his arms as he floated away.

His dark musings were interrupted as Luna Lovegood's face reflected in the gradually calming water. Her hair was long and silver, and her big blue eyes shimmered with curiosity.

"Hello, Harry," said his only friend. She tilted her small head to the side, staring into his deep green eyes. "What happened this time?"

Harry laughed bitterly. "Oh, just more of the same. Forgetting it was even my birthday."

Luna smiled serenely. "You can come to my house for your birthday," she said, smiling sunnily.

Harry rose from his perch, dusting his pants off. "Why not."

Luna looked at him seriously. "Because of mummy."

Harry furrowed his brow. "What?"

"Mummy scares people sometimes," she said, "That's why not."

Harry laughed. "Oh Luna... I meant that I wanted to go."

"Why didn't you just say that then?"

Harry shook his head, backing up from the stream. Luna watched with curiosity as Harry began running at the rushing water. He seemed to steel himself, determination shining from his eyes. Mere inches from the water's edge Harry sprung, flinging himself clear over the seven-meter-wide stream.

Luna's eyes were wide. "How'd you do that?"

Harry smiled mysteriously. "Magic, duh." Well, as mysteriously as a seven-year-old can.

When Harry and Luna arrived at her home, both out of breath for running six-and-a-half kilometers straight, he almost fainted at the sheer amount of oddness contained in one building. There were signs warning to stay away from the beets, and odd feathered contraptions emitting purple smoke. Hundreds of copies of a magazine called the Quibbler were stacked high, almost touching the ceiling.

Shafts of light filtered in through the high windows, illuminating the dusty air. Coughing, Harry backed away from a scuttling creature which had tried to take a chunk out of his arm. "This is your house, Luna?" he asked incredulously.

Luna nodded. "Yep," she said proudly, popping the P. She began searching the crowded house for her mother, occasionally calling out. "Mummy, I brought a friend home!"

She never received a reply.

Curious, and more than a little worried, Harry followed her. They began opening doors, seeing nothing but dust and junk. Now more concerned, they searched faster and faster until-

"Mummy!" Luna screamed. Her mother was lying on the floor of her study, bleeding from her lip. Blood coated her hands, and a silver-covered wand lay beside her blood-soaked blond hair.

"Luna-" she said, wheezing. "I don't have much time left, child."

Luna's eyes were wide, glistening with unshed tears. "Mummy, don't die."

Mrs Lovegood shook her head. "I cannot stop it. Death grows nearer and nearer. You must learn that no sane man would even attempt to halt it's progress, for the price is too terrible to contemplate."

Tears dripped from Luna's oceanic eyes, splashing in the red puddle. Her mother grabbed Luna's hand, forcing the silver wand into her fist. "What do you feel, honey?" she asked, hunger evident in her eyes.

"It feels like you, mummy." she said softly. Her mother smiled.

"Yes, dear. Tell your friend to read my journal." she instructed. Luna nodded, biting her sobs back. "Mummy loves you, Luna."

At that, Luna broke down, clutching her mother's hand tightly and curling up into a ball. "My little moon-child. Go, and brighten the night."

With one last rattling breath, Selene Lovegood, mother of Luna, closed her eyes forever.

Luna broke down in sobs, launching herself at Selene, only to have her mother's body dissolve into nothingness, leaving no trace except the silver wand. Luna curled in a ball, rocking slightly. With a cold sadness in his eyes, Harry walked slowly to the wand. He knelt beside it, turning it over in his hands. He tapped her gently on the shoulder, softly speaking.

"Luna," he said quietly, "Get up Luna."

She stared at him with her sky-blue orbs, blinking her tears away. "Harry?" she whispered softly.

Harry nodded, opening his arms. "I'm here, Luna."

Luna hugged Harry, clutching him like a teddy bear. "What'ch we gonna do?" she asked, frightened.

Harry shook his head. "We're going to get out of here, Luna. It holds too many bad memories."

Luna shook her head, wetting Harry's shirt with her tears. "This is home, Harry."

Harry nodded slightly. "I know, Luna. It'll be an adventure."

Luna looked into his eyes, a wild, exited expression on her face. "Will we fight a dragon?"

Harry smiled widely. "Of course we'll fight a dragon. It's an adventure."

Harry quietly snuck into his brother's room, careful not to trip any of the multiple alarm charms Robbie had already been taught to place around his door. He did not need to worry about being caught by his family, since they were in Diagon Alley eating ice-cream to celebrate Robert's birthday. Harry's anger returned when he saw the glass cabinet containing everything that Robert had taken from Harry including-

"My practice wand," Harry growled under his breath. He chuckled as he saw the Robert Potter dolls, all in positions of power over Voldemort. Some had wands that blinked green every few seconds, others were perpetually animated to duel to the death. Curiously, Robert was the only one who won any of these duels. Harry saw a Robert Potter doll with eyes painted green that got cursed every few seconds by Robbie's doll.

Harry cackled evilly. He had a plan.

Two hours later, Robert returned home with ice-cream dripping down his chin. He ran up to his room, smiling at the new doll clutched in his fist. The sight that greeted him at his door made him drop his ridiculous toy in shock.

Every single doll in his room had vanished. His shelf where he kept trophies won from his brother was empty. Bits of clay lay scattered on his bedsheets, smoking slightly. There, in the midst of the pile of ash stood his altered Harry Potter doll(which he had made himself,) waving at him cheerfully, wand in hand.

With an inhuman scream, Robert Vernon Potter began to burn his wallpaper in fury.