Broken Shards of Luck.
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I heard so many good idea's for a title. In the end I decided to try the current one. Anyway, I want to thank you all for giving me so good reviews and idea's for the title in Lost Ancient.
So Thank You~
Disclaimer;
I own nothing, if I did, I wouldn't be writing it here. That being said, this will be a M-rated story, for possible sexual content, language, blood and gore (one can't have a good story without all of that). There might be some slash/yaoi, femslash/yuri or hetero sexuality coming up. Or Maybe not at all, it rather depends on my mood and the story itself.
You don't like it, don't read it. I don't want flames complaining about that. Don't worry though, each story will have it's own warning on what kind of sexuality might come up, so you can pick your stories based on that. The first seven chapters have already been decided upon, any other idea's are welcome to be shared.
Also each chapter will be a world on it's own, with a recap of what happened in a previous chapter for the picky people. Now did I forget anything….
Oh yeah… Have fun and don't forget to review.
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Prologue
Mirrors are creations of Evil
This is all your fault
Send me back,
Or I'll break you (Again)
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Mirrors are the most daily items one can has. You can find one in every home, every bathroom, you can't just get around it. Women love making themselves look desirable, when they look in the mirror and most men aren't too far from that either. People in general worship mirrors.
But if you asked one young man about mirrors, he would throw one at your head. To him mirrors were the most cursed items you could find. He had long ago decided that mirrors were dark artifacts. Why?
When ever he looks in a mirror, he has to remember whom he looks like and who's eyes he has. Whenever he glances at a mirror, he hears about how horrid his hair is, or that he should tame it. Come on, it wasn't his fault that his hair was an uncontrollable mess, that it was nearly impossible to tame it… or used to be nearly impossible to tame it.
Not to mention that mirrors are known to hide dark secrets, like one's heart desire, or shiny red stones capable of granting a person immortality. Not to mention that the one mirror he had, used to be a gift from someone he loved very much, but only got to use it far too late.
No, Harry James Potter, would be the first one to tell you, that mirrors are instruments of utter and pure evil.
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Yes mirrors were evil, but the broken mirror was one of his most prized possessions. So precious that he had tried to fix it, but for three years, after having broken the mirror, he had little to no success. A simple Reparo didn't work, gluing it back together had even less success, the pieces just refused to stick together. And after the defeat of Voldemort, Harry would find himself in Hogwarts Library, digging through books on how to fix a broken magical mirror. Until he stumbled on a rather obscure ritual, to fixing magical items.
Now normally Harry would leave the researching to Hermione Granger, one of his best female friends, but she was too busy with his other best friend, Ron Weasley. That didn't mean, Harry was stupid or anything… no he preferred the hands-on method. What better way to learn something then to practice it, granted, things happened if you didn't research the possibilities of things gone wrong.
But Harry James Potter was a Gryffindor for a reason, even though he hid a dangerous vicious Slytherin deep inside himself. Honestly, you had to be a real Slytherin to fool everyone into believing you were the Gryffindor Golden Boy. You didn't survive the Dursleys, without learning some traits after all. And in the Magical Society, it is far better to be what people expect you to be, you get things done a lot easier that way. However that is beside the point.
Harry Potter being Harry Potter, did research the ritual and when he thought he knew enough of said Ritual, he decided to give it a try. He should have known however, that things never worked the way you want them to work, when you are Harry Potter, especially if said Harry Potter also happened to be the Master of Death, due to owning and using the three Death Hallows. So it shouldn't have been a complete surprise, when the Ritual didn't work out the way he wanted it to work out.
Sure when he first used the spell, it looked normal enough. His wand movements were correct, his words were pronounced just the way they were supposed to be, hell he even used the correct amount of power in the ritual, with the correct items. So it should have worked perfectly fine. First the spell lighted up just like the book said it would. The mirror shards had taken on the exact same light and they were already mending together, just like it should have. But at a certain point, something went horribly, horribly wrong.
From the brilliant white, it turned into a fiery red, followed by gold, blue, green and an array of colors to bright and colorful to be normal. Not that magic ever was normal. But with every second the light changed, the brighter it became, until it was so bright, it resembled a miniature sun, blocking out every thing.
When the light finally settled, Harry James Potter, age 18, was nowhere to be found. The same thing could be said for the mirror he was trying to fix.
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When Harry finally could see again, the first thing he noticed was sand… lots and lots of sand. It was everywhere… as far as the eye could see and most likely even further then that. Grumbling to himself, he carefully tucked his wand into a hidden holster and picked up the mirror from the sand, staring in disbelief at it. Sure the mirror was now fixed, but it didn't show his reflection, or any reflection at all. Now that… was not normal for any mirror.
"Do something you idiotic mirror." he muttered underneath his breath, giving it a firm shake. Nothing happened, it remained black, with no reflection. Cursing underneath his breath, he glared angrily at it, before reaching back for his wand. With a few quick flicks, a date, time and strangely enough dimension and world popped up.
It was enough to give the young Mage a heart attack, but instead he glared poison and death at the mirror.
"This is all your fault. I knew Mirrors were Evil."
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Love
Lucretzia
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Votes
A vote will be here on the ending of every chapter. The voting for this chapter will be for Harry's Animigus Form. The options are;
- Cheetah,
- Panther,
- Eagle,
- Wolf,
- Leopard
- Husky.