Hello, dear readers, and welcome to my first—posted—fanfiction upon this account. Although I've experience many other fandoms whilst writing fanfiction (all deleted from the internet out of pure shame) this will be the first for the Harry Potter fandom. And as such, I implore you to be forgiving for any mistakes (be it spelling or general fandom information) within this story.

Furthermore, no relationships have been set as of yet. But I will certainly be more than happy to listen to any suggestions. This said I in no way ship Harry/Ginny and do not enjoy reading or writing it. So if you came strictly for that, I'm sorry to disappoint. Another note on the relationship option, I'm rather the hardcore slash-shipper throughout this fandom, and if you recommend one that I enjoy (which is most of them, to be quite honest with you) I'd more than likely produce it throughout this story.

Anyway I'll give you my most sincere apologies for the painfully long authors note, even though it's more than likely that sixty percent of you would've skipped this by now. However, I just wish to inform you that it will never be matching in length (hopefully) as much as this one throughout future chapters.

Until we speak (Write? Read?) again, readers…

- JxmmyDodger

Disclaimer: I neither own nor claim to own the Harry Potter franchise, no matter how many times I've 'wished upon a star'.


It was a highly well-known fact that in the wizarding world, artefacts were prominent throughout their esteemed community—although most profound items found themselves owned by philosophical (and rather pompous) Pureblood Wizards. In fact it was unlikely that any wealthy wizarding family didn't have some type of rare-one-of-a-kind item, be it passed down through the generations or otherwise. But be this as it may, most of these unique furniture, jewellery, scrolls and objects would usually find their resting place in a heavily guarded vault, or sparsely displayed within a fervent manor. Constantly on display for the visitors to the owning family to see.

These factors were once again widely known and accepted by most of the general public. But like everything, the exception of these facts seemed to be the opposite for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For most of the original items, books, carvings and equipment were fitted gladly in their inventive placing. Constantly being gazed by several generations of young witches and wizards.

However, some were sealed away in a hidden room. Not like an Easter-Egg that could be found in muggle based video games, strictly placed so only the most inquisitive students or teachers could find them. Most examples being the Chamber of Secrets, the Room of Requirement or even the secret passageways that littered the castle. No, these items were locked away for the safety of the general public, for if they were used incorrectly it could shape the entire wizarding world as they know it.

In fact, one of those isolated, and one of the oldest object was the Speculum Abhinc—an object discreetly placed within a restage room. The projection of it somewhat faded. Albeit it wasn't too well known throughout the general public, in fact, a person could very well count on their hands as to the amount of books it was referenced in. So it wouldn't come to no surprise why no one had sort out for the item, or even knew of its very existence.

But unknown, uncharted, unpredicted things have always seemed to wriggle its way into a certain wizard's life. That was one of many, many downsides to this person's dangerous, and overzealous lifestyle.

And, it's through these explained facts as to how a new journey intends to take place. Promising the affected to face various difficult decisions to be made by one very, very influential person. That person, the one who will be affected most by these changes, just so happened to be named Harry James Potter.


In the dead of night the halls within Hogwarts were silent, the only sounds being that of the fire strictly contained within the somewhat medieval torches that occasionally were placed upon the wall. In fact if there was anyone daring to be out after curfew, they would never suspect that someone was lurking in the darkened corridor. For no matter where they looked, no evidence of a teacher or student would be found.

Despite these deductions, the metaphorical person would be wrong—for there was, in fact, a student out of bed, draped safely under the confounds of an invisibility cloak. His wand firmly clenched within his pale, bony hand. Using the simple—and rather useful—spell, Lumos.

This misbehaving student was the one and only, Harry James Potter. He was back in his seventh year at the wondrous school—now that the defeat of Voldemort (and various other Death Eaters) ensured his safety for a while. Although the bearing guilt of those who died for his cause would seemingly never be vanquished.

As the pupil drew closer towards his destination, a silent plea was being constantly repeated throughout his mind. For the room, he was searching for would only appear to those in need.

"I need somewhere to think… to think of my mistakes," he muttered aloud, his voice barely audible. Harry took another step forward, watching with a small grin as a door slowly appeared on the once blank, wall. In one swift movement, he removed the cloak that shrouded his body and walked towards the door. With a loud huff he pushed the door open, eyes curiously glancing at the contents.

Harry's eyes shifted across the room, confusion clearly growing within him. Within the small room was nothing but one item. Everything else was bare. There were no windows, wall decorations of furniture. Only a narrow hallway style dividers leading towards one item at the end. And that item was a mirror. The frame looked quite old, it's once brightly lit silver frame now dulled with time. However the mirror itself was fine, only covered with a light layer of dust.

With a scowl firmly plastered across his face, Harry slowly walked towards the mirror. His head tilting to the side in thought. In a hasty movement he reached his hand out, gently rubbing his palm against the glass. Wiping away the dust that covered it. However, he found that the more he pressed his hand against the fragile glass, the more it continued to darken. At this realisation Harry's frown instantly increased, and a loud growl escaped his lips. Frustrated the young wizard pressed both hands against the mirror, desiring to break the stupid piece of furniture. However this desire did not continue, for the moment his skin came in contact with the glass it immediately pulled him in.

"W…What the hell?" Harry whispered in shock, his vision darkening whilst his body was pulled into the mirror. Never to be seen in this time again.