Harry Potter and the Human Mirror
Rated M
By Sheena Nelson
Note: All of the characters in this story are not mine. They are the property of the awfully talented people who created and distributes them.
Chapter 1 The Mystery Letters
'Try to be quiet Hedwig,' Harry told his owl flapping its wings madly in its cage.
It was at least six o'clock in the morning as Harry got up to comfort his pet restricted in its small prison. Outside his door he could hear footsteps running back and forth and voices everywhere. Harry lay back down on his bed and gazed out through the bars on his window, which were put there by Uncle Vernon the moment Harry moved into the room.
The entire Dursley family didn't care for him one bit once he came back from Hogwarts the first time. Harry just wished he hadn't come back at all. It was dreadful at the Dursley's. They didn't allow him to receive letters or phone calls from his best friends, Ron or Hermione and most of the time was locked up in Dudley's spare room, at an order to keep Hedwig silent or otherwise Vernon would shoot her. They behaved as if Harry never existed whenever they'd chat to their neighbours or friends, and he was never allowed to do magic because Hogwarts prohibited it being used outside the school. Of course Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley didn't know this, so it was at his best interest not to tell them. One thing Harry disregarded this morning was that it was Dudley's birthday. Dudley was the child of the unpleasant family. He was fat and rotund, just like his father, with no neck and a belly that literally wobbled when he walked. Harry observed this on occasions when Dudley would chase him around the house, seize him and punch him in the ribs just for fun. Aunt Petunia was nothing like Uncle Vernon and Dudley. She was a considerably skinny woman who always ordered Harry to do things that were unnecessary, like weeding the garden when their backyard had no gardens, and cleaning Dudley's room because he's too busy playing his video games.
BANG, BANG, BANG 'Wake up Potter! It's my birthday! Wake Up!' Dudley slamming his plump fist against the door.
Harry got to his feet to open the door but, as a disturbing joke, Dudley shoved open the door right in Harry's face, practically knocking his glasses off.
'IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!' Dudley screamed in Harry's face as he was trying to correct his glasses.
'Really, you think so?' He answered back,
inspecting Uncle Vernon giving him a sour look and hauling a massive stack of presents down into the living room. Every time Dudley would have a birthday, the quantity of the presents multiplied with his age. Like last year he got 36 presents, then threw a tantrum because there were supposed to be 37, on this case his parents would just take him out and buy another one for him. This year he was 13 he was so delighted that when Harry tried to get down the stairs, Dudley seized him by the collar of his shirt, threw him back on the carpet and bolted downstairs.
What a great start to the morning he scornfully thought to himself, picking himself up and descending slowly down the stairs. When he had reached the lounge room, half the presents were already ripped open and scattered all over the floor. Sitting quite content in his chair, Uncle Vernon looked up from his bulky son, and directly at Harry who had just sat down.
'Now you boy! Get up and make us some breakfast,' He snarled.
Harry got right back up, strode to the kitchen, and to the fridge. It had photos of Dudley's nasty little gang friends on it, and it made Harry wonder why Ron and Hermione haven't tried to send him one letter since the last time he saw them at Hogwarts.
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For the remainder of the day and week, this thought was on his mind, but on the last was his birthday so he was partially thinking about that too. Every birthday with the Dursleys was just as if their own pet dog had a birthday. He would be ignored, no presents from anyone, except for that one year Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia gave him a pair of Dudley's old school socks.
On his birthday last year though, he had gone to Diagon Alley with Hagrid and had the time of his life, so this year he decided he'd dare to find out if Vernon would take him into London.
'Like a pigs bum I would!' He hollered,
Harry knew that obviously meant no. It always did. So instead he took it upon himself to slink out of the house when Uncle Vernon was leaving for work in the morning. He walked to the train station, and with the little money he had discovered in Dudley's old room, took the train into the city. When he reached the Leaky Cauldron, he was ushered through the back and tapped on the bricks the way Hagrid did, revealing the street of Diagon Alley.
Harry was so glad to be back with people like himself again, in with the essence and clamours of the wizarding world. When he made a tense withdrawal from the goblin filled Gringotts Bank, he was so ravenous that he went to find something to eat. While strolling down the street past the creature shop where Hagrid bought Hedwig, Harry bumped into a boy. He apologised and the boy turned around. It was Ron.
'Harry!' Ron cried, 'Where have you been?'
'What do you mean?' asked Harry.
At that point, Hermione strode out of the shop and ran up to them both.
'Hey, Harry! So you could come!' she delightedly said.
'I don't know what you're talking about,' Harry told them as they began walking down the street again.
'Are you kidding? Yesterday we sent you an owl asking if you wanted to come here for your birthday today. Don't you remember?' asked Ron, inspecting a bat hanging outside a shop.
'And you said you couldn't, that it was kind of hard to get here. We figured it was because of the muggles, right?' answered Hermione,
'No!' Harry replied sharply,
They stopped outside a small cafe and sat down at a table.
'Yes you did, because it was your writing on the letters,' Hermione told him as if he was being silly about it.
'No, it wasn't!' He coarsely told her, 'I was trapped in my room and had bars put on my window so there was no way an owl could have gotten in. Besides I didn't see one even try'
Ron and Hermione just sat and stared at him, astonished.
'But - ' Ron started, but Harry shook his head.
'If your right, then who have we been writing to? And how did you get here?' Hermione questioned. Harry shrugged.
'But I got here by public transport'
Hermione gawked at him.
'You took muggle transport?' She said,
'Yes! Now I'm hungry' Harry got up and went inside.
He bought them both an ice cream and for the rest of the day, purchased all their second year books and equipment for school, and didn't mention the mystery again.
~~~~
When Harry got a lift home by Ron's parents, Uncle Vernon was furious. He was yelling at Harry the minute they pulled up outside the house.
'HOW DARE YOU SLIP PAST ME BOY! YOU WILL BE PUNISHED! HOW DOES LIVING IN THE TREE SOUND TO YOU?'
When he tried to get out, Ron whispered to him,
'We'll be waiting here! Go get your stuff!'
Harry was thrilled. He was going to stay with actual wizards, at Ron's house. Out of the car he bolted, straight past Vernon who was stretching out to grab him, into the house to the cupboard with his stuff. He tossed everything in his trunk quickly, grabbed his Nimbus 2000 (the broom that won him the Quidditch matches last year) and dashed past Vernon again who had just reached the door. Because the trunk was so heavy it took him a while, but got to the car, hurled in his trunk and himself and was free at last.
The first day Harry arrived at the Weasley's house it was like his own special heaven. No Dudley, he thought everyday he woke up. But Ron's family all came from a long heritage of wizards so living there was even more fun. Talking books and real Gnomes in the garden were just a few of the bizarre things around Ron's house.
Note: All of the characters in this story are not mine. They are the property of the awfully talented people who created and distributes them.
Chapter 1 The Mystery Letters
'Try to be quiet Hedwig,' Harry told his owl flapping its wings madly in its cage.
It was at least six o'clock in the morning as Harry got up to comfort his pet restricted in its small prison. Outside his door he could hear footsteps running back and forth and voices everywhere. Harry lay back down on his bed and gazed out through the bars on his window, which were put there by Uncle Vernon the moment Harry moved into the room.
The entire Dursley family didn't care for him one bit once he came back from Hogwarts the first time. Harry just wished he hadn't come back at all. It was dreadful at the Dursley's. They didn't allow him to receive letters or phone calls from his best friends, Ron or Hermione and most of the time was locked up in Dudley's spare room, at an order to keep Hedwig silent or otherwise Vernon would shoot her. They behaved as if Harry never existed whenever they'd chat to their neighbours or friends, and he was never allowed to do magic because Hogwarts prohibited it being used outside the school. Of course Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley didn't know this, so it was at his best interest not to tell them. One thing Harry disregarded this morning was that it was Dudley's birthday. Dudley was the child of the unpleasant family. He was fat and rotund, just like his father, with no neck and a belly that literally wobbled when he walked. Harry observed this on occasions when Dudley would chase him around the house, seize him and punch him in the ribs just for fun. Aunt Petunia was nothing like Uncle Vernon and Dudley. She was a considerably skinny woman who always ordered Harry to do things that were unnecessary, like weeding the garden when their backyard had no gardens, and cleaning Dudley's room because he's too busy playing his video games.
BANG, BANG, BANG 'Wake up Potter! It's my birthday! Wake Up!' Dudley slamming his plump fist against the door.
Harry got to his feet to open the door but, as a disturbing joke, Dudley shoved open the door right in Harry's face, practically knocking his glasses off.
'IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!' Dudley screamed in Harry's face as he was trying to correct his glasses.
'Really, you think so?' He answered back,
inspecting Uncle Vernon giving him a sour look and hauling a massive stack of presents down into the living room. Every time Dudley would have a birthday, the quantity of the presents multiplied with his age. Like last year he got 36 presents, then threw a tantrum because there were supposed to be 37, on this case his parents would just take him out and buy another one for him. This year he was 13 he was so delighted that when Harry tried to get down the stairs, Dudley seized him by the collar of his shirt, threw him back on the carpet and bolted downstairs.
What a great start to the morning he scornfully thought to himself, picking himself up and descending slowly down the stairs. When he had reached the lounge room, half the presents were already ripped open and scattered all over the floor. Sitting quite content in his chair, Uncle Vernon looked up from his bulky son, and directly at Harry who had just sat down.
'Now you boy! Get up and make us some breakfast,' He snarled.
Harry got right back up, strode to the kitchen, and to the fridge. It had photos of Dudley's nasty little gang friends on it, and it made Harry wonder why Ron and Hermione haven't tried to send him one letter since the last time he saw them at Hogwarts.
~~~~
For the remainder of the day and week, this thought was on his mind, but on the last was his birthday so he was partially thinking about that too. Every birthday with the Dursleys was just as if their own pet dog had a birthday. He would be ignored, no presents from anyone, except for that one year Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia gave him a pair of Dudley's old school socks.
On his birthday last year though, he had gone to Diagon Alley with Hagrid and had the time of his life, so this year he decided he'd dare to find out if Vernon would take him into London.
'Like a pigs bum I would!' He hollered,
Harry knew that obviously meant no. It always did. So instead he took it upon himself to slink out of the house when Uncle Vernon was leaving for work in the morning. He walked to the train station, and with the little money he had discovered in Dudley's old room, took the train into the city. When he reached the Leaky Cauldron, he was ushered through the back and tapped on the bricks the way Hagrid did, revealing the street of Diagon Alley.
Harry was so glad to be back with people like himself again, in with the essence and clamours of the wizarding world. When he made a tense withdrawal from the goblin filled Gringotts Bank, he was so ravenous that he went to find something to eat. While strolling down the street past the creature shop where Hagrid bought Hedwig, Harry bumped into a boy. He apologised and the boy turned around. It was Ron.
'Harry!' Ron cried, 'Where have you been?'
'What do you mean?' asked Harry.
At that point, Hermione strode out of the shop and ran up to them both.
'Hey, Harry! So you could come!' she delightedly said.
'I don't know what you're talking about,' Harry told them as they began walking down the street again.
'Are you kidding? Yesterday we sent you an owl asking if you wanted to come here for your birthday today. Don't you remember?' asked Ron, inspecting a bat hanging outside a shop.
'And you said you couldn't, that it was kind of hard to get here. We figured it was because of the muggles, right?' answered Hermione,
'No!' Harry replied sharply,
They stopped outside a small cafe and sat down at a table.
'Yes you did, because it was your writing on the letters,' Hermione told him as if he was being silly about it.
'No, it wasn't!' He coarsely told her, 'I was trapped in my room and had bars put on my window so there was no way an owl could have gotten in. Besides I didn't see one even try'
Ron and Hermione just sat and stared at him, astonished.
'But - ' Ron started, but Harry shook his head.
'If your right, then who have we been writing to? And how did you get here?' Hermione questioned. Harry shrugged.
'But I got here by public transport'
Hermione gawked at him.
'You took muggle transport?' She said,
'Yes! Now I'm hungry' Harry got up and went inside.
He bought them both an ice cream and for the rest of the day, purchased all their second year books and equipment for school, and didn't mention the mystery again.
~~~~
When Harry got a lift home by Ron's parents, Uncle Vernon was furious. He was yelling at Harry the minute they pulled up outside the house.
'HOW DARE YOU SLIP PAST ME BOY! YOU WILL BE PUNISHED! HOW DOES LIVING IN THE TREE SOUND TO YOU?'
When he tried to get out, Ron whispered to him,
'We'll be waiting here! Go get your stuff!'
Harry was thrilled. He was going to stay with actual wizards, at Ron's house. Out of the car he bolted, straight past Vernon who was stretching out to grab him, into the house to the cupboard with his stuff. He tossed everything in his trunk quickly, grabbed his Nimbus 2000 (the broom that won him the Quidditch matches last year) and dashed past Vernon again who had just reached the door. Because the trunk was so heavy it took him a while, but got to the car, hurled in his trunk and himself and was free at last.
The first day Harry arrived at the Weasley's house it was like his own special heaven. No Dudley, he thought everyday he woke up. But Ron's family all came from a long heritage of wizards so living there was even more fun. Talking books and real Gnomes in the garden were just a few of the bizarre things around Ron's house.