An: Just a oneshot for now, I may continue it one day if there's interest and I can think of where to go with it, leave a review if you've got any ideas or are interested.

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When Harry Potter was born it came as something of a shock, he hadn't exactly been planned, but his parents loved him fiercely nonetheless.

As he grew though his looks quickly garnered some attention.

Instead of inheriting James Potter's looks or poor eyesight he seemed to take after his mother far more, inheriting his mother's colouring and perfect vision as well as some of her more feminine facial structure.

Though the progeny of Lilly and James seemed to have taken the untameable Potter hair to new heights with some of the wildest naturally occurring hair ever seen, that grew in distinctive crimson spikes of improbable length that somehow managed to retain their shape seemingly without trouble even in the most trying of circumstances.

As well as sharing her emerald eyes and distinctive flaming locks, though if possible his were of an even more intense shade, he also possessed an androgynous if beautiful face that would as he grew label him as one of those few people who could be labelled equally both handsome and pretty.

There was also the curious question of his height, which while not abnormal was certainly outside of the expected range for one with parents of a rather average size.

Nobody had any idea where the height came from, Lily wasn't particularly tall and neither was James, Healers had confirmed that while unusual for a child possessed of a lineage of rather average height he was perfectly healthy, he simply seemed to be growing in height faster than the average child.

When he arrives at Hogwarts he already towers over all the other students in his year save for a few.

Axel as he sometimes insists of them calling him is extremely magically competent for his age and quickly proves to have a knack for setting things on fire.

Thankfully though unlike Seamus Finnegan his seem like more like actual flames than semi-controlled explosions.

In fact his shear magical power is incredible, outstripping all but a few of the staff, and like his height and already improbable hair it only grows as he ages.

He's well liked amongst the students and staff, both due his obvious talent and laidback if sarcastic nature; though McGonagall is rather aggravated by his love of sleeping and lazing around like some overgrown cat.

Beneath this though there lies a Slytherin cunning, and a ruthless willingness to do anything to carry out his goals.

Very rarely does it show, but it's there. He is after all the being who once laid waste to half of Organization XIII and who inevitably ended up betraying both sides.

Stumbling upon him one night as he gazes into the mirror Dumbledore watches as he gazes at the sight only he can see.

Curious he sits in silence and watches as for three more nights Harry, or rather Axel, visits.

At last he makes to approach him. He is curious as to what it is he sees.

For the last several nights he hasn't merely gazed at the mirror as most did, instead prodding at it and examining it in detail.

It is clear though that he is losing all interest in the mirror beyond a use as viewing tool for one's heart's desire, or perhaps has already lost it.

Having examined the mirror himself Dumbledore does not think he will find what he's looking for, if in fact he is looking for anything. Young Harry is one to be curious about these sorts of things, or so he hears.

Dropping his charm and making to approach, the boy doesn't seem at all surprised by his presence. It seems he wasn't the only one being watched.

He does, it transpires, know what the mirror does.

The last Potter doesn't say it but Albus gets the impression Lily and James' son thinks he's a bit of an idiot for believing such an 'obvious' conclusion would escape him.

When he asks what it is he sees Harry is quick to turn the question back on him. The words that go unsaid are clear, 'nothing is free'. If he wants an answer first he will have to venture his own.

"Finding out the truth doesn't always work out for the best... if you want to know the truth tell me first what it is you see."

And so Dumbledore tells him, speaking of the sister he has lost, and the regrets he wished he could undo as she waves at him happy and healthy holding a thick pair of knitted socks.

At their heart their answers are the same.

His expressions turns at tad wistful and he half turns to glance back at it as he answers, "Just... a tragedy from long ago, memories, if you can call them that. To see the future or to see the past, which is it I wonder."

"Oh?"

"Do know why the sun sets red? You see, light is made up of lots of colours. And out of all those colours, red is the one that travels the farthest."

"Heh... guess that's true even now."

"You asked what I see when I look at the mirror, all I see is a broken mirror and it's broken reflection.

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An: The broken mirror and its reflection is an allusion to Roxas and Xion. I may continue this, I don't know. Like I said at the top leave a review if you've got any ideas or are interested.