Title: Through the Looking Glass
Author: FawkesnFlame and FatnSassyQuattaHoss
E-mail: BlKPercheron@aol.com or gallery_minstrel@yahoo.com
Rating: currently G
Category: Mystery
Keywords: anything with the name Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, or Ron Weasley
Summery: Harry's uncle is abusing him and Dumbledore and Severus Snape come to save him and he spends the rest of the summer at Hogwarts recuperating. But when Ron and Hermione come back, they're mad at him, and so is most of the school actually. Why are they mad at him? And what is this strange mirror that he receives for Christmas? Will Ron, Hermione and the rest of the school ever forgive him? And why does he keep seeing his parents in the mirror? If it's not the Mirror of Erised, than what is it?
Spoilers: SS/PS
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, or anyone else associated with the Harry Potter books. Those belong to JKR.
Prologue: Through the Looking Glass
It's beautiful, really. An old antique looking glass that reminds you of old antique lives. One could stare into its depths forever and never tire of what they see. Could get lost by all that surrounds them? Or all that doesn't as the case may be. When one looks into that ancient old mirror, they become lost by what is before them. That is the point of this mirror, though. Of course that's the point. To change how one looks upon the world. Or how the world looks upon that individual.
You probably think that I speak of The Mirror of Erised. You are wrong, very wrong. The powers of The Mirror of Erised pale in comparison to those of the mirror of which I speak. They are nothing but a wispy shadow, lingering pitifully before a dark storm cloud. This mirror has no name, none at all, for the simple reason that the individuals that experience it never return to claim it, some don't return at all. It deceives you, twists how you look at reality. Everything seen through this looking glass is a lie. Everything. It shows you your greatest desire, yes. It makes that desire a reality, a far more dangerous reality. It takes a person's vague wishes, and turns them into a truth.
Patching up all of the unspecific, supposedly unimportant parts with its own twisted lies. Perhaps this is why even the greatest wizards fear it. No one even dares write about this beastly creation, for fear it will haunt them. And in turn all of the young promising witches and wizards fall into its trap. It was created just for this purpose: to trick people, as many as it could. Some think that it was once a twisted game invented by an old and forgotten Dark Lord many a century ago, purely for amusement. To see ones enemy living the life they always wanted, before it became spoiled like rotten milk. Many feared their fate once they were drawn into that beastly thing. Preferring death. As death is what they'd inadvertently get. The swirling depths confuse the eyes and bewitch the soul, stealing what is real.
Confusing reality from fiction. For reality is just what we believe it to be, is it not? Fiction can become reality if one believes; believes deep enough inside themselves. For we can change what is reality and what is fiction. It is as a person walking alone at night, surrounded by the darkness, consuming them. A twig snapping, the wind rustling some leaves can easily become a mass murderer, ready to strike out and kill. Or a werewolf ready to attack. Common sense is what can save you from this horror, but common sense is also what limits you. The mirror uses a person's commonsense against them. They see what they want, and believe what they see. It is a horrible and twisted, but a very effective circle of defeat. The person, who was unlucky enough to be drawn into the mirror in the first place, will be consumed by their fiction. Mystified by what they want to be true, what they long for so terribly. And then the horrible concoction of a mirror will bend their false reality into something evil, something horrible and deceiving.
One's perfect life will take a turn for the worst, you can be sure of that. Concocted into something one only sees in their nightmares, what haunts their dreams. Only the strong of will can defeat the mirror. Though it seems that no such person exists. Everyone wants to believe what they see, and by the time it goes horribly wrong, there is nothing they can do to stop it. They have been dragged too far in, and, by that time are drowning in their greed. There is no known person to have defeated this mirror, none at all. It is a very powerful weapon, hazardous and fatal. Death is almost assured. So far this mirror has defeated all that have met it, conquered them. Chewed them up and spit them out, literally speaking. It's all a mind game, and even the brightest witches and wizard have failed. For it most definitely does not play by the rules. Twisting the game until it's almost unrecognizable. Leaving one senseless, clueless and all alone. The mention of it strikes fear into the hearts of even the blackest, vilest, and foulest wizards and witches. It crashes the pillars that hold ones life together. It bends them and twists them until there is nothing left but a pile of rubble. It collapses one's senses, supports and loves. Ruins ones life in the worst way possible. By giving them exactly what they wished for.
Author: FawkesnFlame and FatnSassyQuattaHoss
E-mail: BlKPercheron@aol.com or gallery_minstrel@yahoo.com
Rating: currently G
Category: Mystery
Keywords: anything with the name Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, or Ron Weasley
Summery: Harry's uncle is abusing him and Dumbledore and Severus Snape come to save him and he spends the rest of the summer at Hogwarts recuperating. But when Ron and Hermione come back, they're mad at him, and so is most of the school actually. Why are they mad at him? And what is this strange mirror that he receives for Christmas? Will Ron, Hermione and the rest of the school ever forgive him? And why does he keep seeing his parents in the mirror? If it's not the Mirror of Erised, than what is it?
Spoilers: SS/PS
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, or anyone else associated with the Harry Potter books. Those belong to JKR.
Prologue: Through the Looking Glass
It's beautiful, really. An old antique looking glass that reminds you of old antique lives. One could stare into its depths forever and never tire of what they see. Could get lost by all that surrounds them? Or all that doesn't as the case may be. When one looks into that ancient old mirror, they become lost by what is before them. That is the point of this mirror, though. Of course that's the point. To change how one looks upon the world. Or how the world looks upon that individual.
You probably think that I speak of The Mirror of Erised. You are wrong, very wrong. The powers of The Mirror of Erised pale in comparison to those of the mirror of which I speak. They are nothing but a wispy shadow, lingering pitifully before a dark storm cloud. This mirror has no name, none at all, for the simple reason that the individuals that experience it never return to claim it, some don't return at all. It deceives you, twists how you look at reality. Everything seen through this looking glass is a lie. Everything. It shows you your greatest desire, yes. It makes that desire a reality, a far more dangerous reality. It takes a person's vague wishes, and turns them into a truth.
Patching up all of the unspecific, supposedly unimportant parts with its own twisted lies. Perhaps this is why even the greatest wizards fear it. No one even dares write about this beastly creation, for fear it will haunt them. And in turn all of the young promising witches and wizards fall into its trap. It was created just for this purpose: to trick people, as many as it could. Some think that it was once a twisted game invented by an old and forgotten Dark Lord many a century ago, purely for amusement. To see ones enemy living the life they always wanted, before it became spoiled like rotten milk. Many feared their fate once they were drawn into that beastly thing. Preferring death. As death is what they'd inadvertently get. The swirling depths confuse the eyes and bewitch the soul, stealing what is real.
Confusing reality from fiction. For reality is just what we believe it to be, is it not? Fiction can become reality if one believes; believes deep enough inside themselves. For we can change what is reality and what is fiction. It is as a person walking alone at night, surrounded by the darkness, consuming them. A twig snapping, the wind rustling some leaves can easily become a mass murderer, ready to strike out and kill. Or a werewolf ready to attack. Common sense is what can save you from this horror, but common sense is also what limits you. The mirror uses a person's commonsense against them. They see what they want, and believe what they see. It is a horrible and twisted, but a very effective circle of defeat. The person, who was unlucky enough to be drawn into the mirror in the first place, will be consumed by their fiction. Mystified by what they want to be true, what they long for so terribly. And then the horrible concoction of a mirror will bend their false reality into something evil, something horrible and deceiving.
One's perfect life will take a turn for the worst, you can be sure of that. Concocted into something one only sees in their nightmares, what haunts their dreams. Only the strong of will can defeat the mirror. Though it seems that no such person exists. Everyone wants to believe what they see, and by the time it goes horribly wrong, there is nothing they can do to stop it. They have been dragged too far in, and, by that time are drowning in their greed. There is no known person to have defeated this mirror, none at all. It is a very powerful weapon, hazardous and fatal. Death is almost assured. So far this mirror has defeated all that have met it, conquered them. Chewed them up and spit them out, literally speaking. It's all a mind game, and even the brightest witches and wizard have failed. For it most definitely does not play by the rules. Twisting the game until it's almost unrecognizable. Leaving one senseless, clueless and all alone. The mention of it strikes fear into the hearts of even the blackest, vilest, and foulest wizards and witches. It crashes the pillars that hold ones life together. It bends them and twists them until there is nothing left but a pile of rubble. It collapses one's senses, supports and loves. Ruins ones life in the worst way possible. By giving them exactly what they wished for.