Please keep the following in mind while you read:

This fan-fiction is post-HBP/pre-DH. Deal with it.

Because they make my job harder (and because they annoy me) THERE ARE NO HOROCRUXES. So sue me.

YES - the characters won't be exactly how they 'should' be. This is because I am NOT, in fact (gasp-shock-horror) J.K.R. I am Feline Jaye and the characters may not be spot on, but I do my best.

Some of the more unlikely things are there because it was convinient. Get over it.

ALSO:

I have seen a few things that show how similar Harry and Tom are, but the idea for this fiction was directly inspired from a picture on devientart called -HP- Reflection in the Mirror by korilin. But no, this is not a slash (if you've read the comment). The inspiration is purely from the picture.

ANY-bloody-WAZE

On with the story!

The bell above the door gave a little ring, announcing the arrival of three teenagers. They walked up to the owner, whom they were aquainted with.

"Dick, how are you going?"

"I'm okay Harry. I suppose you three want to head into the other half of the shop?"

"If we could."

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger followed Richard 'Dick' Jones, owner of Assorted Artifacts, behind the counter and through a door that lead to the more... magical part of the store. The three spread out, 'just browseing'. Dick may not have used his wand in a long time, but he was magical enough to know who the three in his shop were. He figured, though, that the best way to treat them was indifferently. Then again... sometimes he did 'treat' them.

"There is something you all might like to see, if you step this way."

The trio followed him through some aisles until the reached a mirror. They stood admiring it and Dick spoke.

"This is the Mirror Soul."

The three noticed these two words cavred in the top part of the frame.

"When one stands in front of it, they see the person whose soul is the closest match to their own."

They stood in silent awe for a moment, before Dick continued.

"If when one looks in, the edges are 'frosty', then the reflection is in the past and you are not to meet.However, if the 'frostiness' fades away, then you will meet your reflection If the edges are 'steamy', then the reflection is in the future and you may or may not meet them. But, if the reflection is clear, they are alive and you may or may not meet them."

The egarness pronouced itself in all three of the friends.

"Can, can we look into it?" Ron asked tentivly.

"Of corse." replied Dick.

Ron stepped up first. A man stared back. The man had orange hair and a few freckles, he also had a short joined beard and moustache. The man wore royal attire in red and gold and held a large sword in his hands. Ron noticed that the edges of the mirror were 'frosty'.

"Well? Who is it?" Asked Hermione.

"Can't you see him?"

Dick gave a small smile and explained.

"No one can see what you see in the Mirror Soul."

"Oh. Well-" Ron proceeded to describe the man and ended with "He's dead, though. The edges are 'frosty'."

Hermione was the next to step up. She saw the face of a girl that looked a few years younger than herself. The girl had electric blue hair that Hermione took to be natural, since the girls eyebrows and eyelashes were also electric blue. She was wearing plastic looking jeans and a very 'teched-up' top and Hermione couldn't fail but to notice that the edges of the mirror were 'steamy'. The girl keep looking down at her armband that seemed to be a communicator, and then she would look back up and smile at Hermione.

"So?"

Hermione took a breath and described the girl she saw. She remembered to mention the 'steamy' edges.

"Go on Harry." she said after she had finished. "Have a look."

Harry stepped in front of the Mirror Soul. He gazed into the glass and thought for a moment, that it wasn't working. He seemed to be stareing at himself. Then he reliesed the slight differences. The hair was neater than his own, the emerald eyes not covered by glasses and of corse, no scar. He looked into the reflections eyes and his mouth parted out of shock. The emerald eyes had flashed red, blood red. It hit him in that moment who he was looking at, and he stumbled a step backwards.

"Harry, what is it?" Ron asked, slightly alarmed.

"No..." muttered Harry.

He was relieved at the frost around the edges.

"Harry, tell us." said Hermione, panicing slightly.

"It can't be..." he muttered again.

Then the edges started to defrost and Harry's eyes widened in shock.

"Harry," started Dick "Who is you mirrored soul?"

For a tense moment, there was absolute silence, then harry spoke.

"Tom Riddle." he turned to his friends. "It's reflecting Tom Riddle."

And I leave you on a cliffie because I love leaving people on cliffies. I'll get the next chapter up real soon, though.

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