Hello! Yes, that right! Another story from your truly! Hope you like it!
WARNING: contains spoilers and character death.
Disclaimer: Hasn't ever been mine, never will be.
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Harry stared into his reflection.
His face was sunken and dark.
His hair, which had once been so wild, had wilted.
His eyes, that had once danced, had faded into a dull, colorless stare.
His face, once so full of laughter, was unsmiling and tear streaked.
Suddenly, he began to scream people's names.
Hoping with all his heart that somebody would show up in the glass.
But, scream as he might, no one came.
He slammed his fist into the glass.
Pain shot through his hand.
Images came flashing through his mind.
Sirius' body falling through the veil. A look of shock and terror upon his formerly handsome face.
Harry pounded the glass again.
He saw Dumbledore's cold figure on the ground. His warm, twinkling eyes, were now cold and hard.
Harry slammed his open hand into the mirror again.
Ginny's hair covering her face. Her body, twisted and blood covered.
He hit the glass again.
Ron and Hermione. Lying motionless, their hands linked together.
Again, his fist hit the glass.
Fred, crying over his twin's still and unlaughing figure.
Hagrid, screaming as his mother's own kind beat him to death.
Remus, staring blankly as a dementor robbed him of his soul.
Harry hit the glass over and over.
His hands were bleeding, and he was crying, but still, he beat the mirror.
Nobody ever saw Harry Potter again.
His body was never found.
But, those who dare step foot in the old Potter mansion, often say that they hear voices.
Most commonly heard, are those of three young teenagers. Laughing and joking.
And sometimes, if somebody dare look into the blood drenched mirror, they see the shattered reflection of a 16 year old boy, with messy black hair, and bright green eyes, smiling up at them.