Disclaimer: I do not own any of the wonderful Harry Potter characters, these characters are solely J.K Rowling. I hope you all enjoy the story.
Mirrors
Chapter 1: Lost in Myself
"I can't do this anymore" said a soft whisper.
"Perhaps we should discuss this at a more opportune time Draco" said Professor Snape.
Oh, so it is Malfoy after all…Harry had an unfortunate explosion during potions that morning that had landed him, once again, into yet another detention with the greasy hated professor. Unbeknown to the occupants of the dark potions classroom, he had uncharacteristically arrived early and could now hear every aspect of their conversation from the small hiding place outside the classroom door.
"Severus, you have to help me…I can't do this anymore…I can't continue to go on as if my feelings do not exist."
"Draco, spare me the dramatics, we are at war and, during a war, sacrifices must be made."
Feelings? Since when did Malfoy have feelings? Who could these feelings be for? Unfortunately, Harry did not get to find out. As he crept closer to try to make out more of the conversation, his robe caught a nail on the wall, ripping a hole and alerting the others of his presence.
"Who's there?" said Snape, with a startled voice. Harry had no choice but to make his presence known; turning the corner through the threshold and into the dark classroom.
"Potter, of course. I should have known; didn't your parents ever tell you it's not polite to eavesdrop, Oh, that's right you don't have any. " Snape did not even attempt to hide the tone of pleasure from his voice, as he let out his venomous words.
Harry could feel his anger beginning to flare.
"Actually professor, I had just rounded the cor-…."
"I don't care about your stupid, childish excuses Potter", interrupted Snape, with a sigh as he turned to Malfoy.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, this would be a great time for you to go back to you room…"
"Of course, Godfather, but this conversation is NOT over." Malfoy exited the room, in a manner oddly similar to that of the Vampire of the Dungeons.
Harry was not going to let Snape get under his skin tonight, he had practice tomorrow and the last thing he needed was another detention. Determined to complete his detention and get back to the tower and his friends, Harry stepped towards Snape to find out his punishment. Before he could ask, Snape beat him to it.
"Come on Potter, I don't have time to waste on the likes of you", Snape said as he walked past Harry and through the classroom door.
"Professor, where are we going?" Harry asked with confusion.
"That is not your concern Potter. Follow me, and I don't want to hear one word from you."
Harry rolled his eyes at Snape's back, but obliged his command. The last thing Harry wanted to do was spend any more unnecessary time with an angry Snape.
As they walked through various corridors, some of which Harry had never seen before, they stopped at a door where Snape whispered a password in what seemed to Harry like Latin tongue. Harry, however, could not be sure. Suddenly, the door opened to a dark room, and Harry could hear Snape whispering the words to fill the space with light.
"Well, come on Potter! What the hell are you waiting for? I don't have all night", hissed Snape in his frustrated whisper.
What the hell…? Harry hurried inside the brightly lit room, where the walls were covered in…Weapons? Harry stared wide eyed, wondering where this night would lead.
"If you're done staring Potter, you might want to use the few brain cells that you have left to listen carefully to what I am about to tell you," smirked Snape.
Biting his bottom lip to avoid saying something which would result in falling into Snape's usual trap to provoke a response, Harry remained silent.
"No response, Potter? I see that you might finally have decided to use of few of those brain cells after all." Harry would have loved nothing more than to be able to rip the smug look off of Snape's face.
"Anyway, the reason we are here Potter is because Dumbledore has asked me to train you on the use of weapons to compliment your magic. Contrary to my own opinion, he insists that you have this… ability… to somehow defeat the Dark Lord." Harry looked on to Snape with confusion.
"But who's to say that he is right, the old man is delusional after all."
Harry could feel his face fill with hot anger. "How dare you speak about Dumbledore that way he has done nothing but help you—"…
"Enough!, I never asked for your opinion Potter, and you better keep it to yourself if you ever want to spend ANY time with your friends again," Snape hissed as he got closer and forcefully took hold of Harry's collar and stared him in the eye.
Shocked by Snape's unusual show of anger, Harry gasped and grabbed Snape's hand. As if it burned, Snape sighed and quickly stepped back, pushing Harry away from him. In an attempt to compose himself, Snape turns his back to Harry and begins walking around the room.
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"This room is uncharted, Potter. Dumbledore has made it so that we can floo directly here from my office. This is not to be shared with your friends. You are to meet me at my office every Tuesday and Thursday night at 6 o' clock sharp. Do...Not…Be…Late. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yeesss, Professor" Harry hissed between clenched teeth.
"Now, get out of my sight. I have had enough of you for one night." Snape dismissed Harry with a point towards the door.