The Strange Reflection
Harry woke up to find he was the only one left in the dormitory. Although he was aware he would have to rush to breakfast, part of him wished to snuggle up under the sheets and drift back to sleep. He rolled on to his back gazing at the ceiling, he really should have listened to Hermonie when she had said to come back before one o'clock last night. He and Ron had broke into the Quidditch stadium last night, to prepare themselves for the big game on Friday. Plus, although Harry couldn't bring himself to say it, Ron needed has much practise he could get.
"Harry! Har-ry!" the shrill but stern voice could be heard behind the solid oak door.
"Yeeeeesssss." Harry groaned and rolled over covering his head with his pillowhoping to block out the noise. Hermonie. It was only a matter of time before she'd arrive to bully him of bed.
" You'll miss breakfast if your not careful. This is exactly what I said would happen...you'll go out to practice, come back at god-knows-what-hour and not be able to wake the next morning..." Hermonie carried on with her lecture for quite sometime. Harry didn't manage to hear the last part, he had already walk over to the dormitory bathroom on the opposite side of the room. He chuckled to himself ' At least she cared.' Then he began to frown and wonder why hadn't Ron waked him this morning after all they share the same dormitory, in fact Ron sleeps in the bed right next to his.
"how hard is it to wake someone." Harry muttered under his breath, conjuring his toothbrush. He glanced into the mirror, and gasped quickly turning around to confirm reality, before returning to the reflection. His own reflection hadn't changed, same scar, same glasses, same unruly black hair, but the rest of the room...Instead of red and gold walls adorned with portraits, the walls were bare and stark white. It looked clean...that was the only description that could be given to it. It was too clean, almost surgical like. harry came closer to the reflection, looking beyond the bathroom to the dormitory. That too was stark white, the grand four-post beds where replaced with bunk beds covered in crisp white and blue sheets. Harry looked at the reflection in amazement, with emence curiousity he touched the mirror surface. Suddenly he was jolted across the room, hitting his head upon the wall...