When Harry Met Jane

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Chapter One: Yule Time

Harry Potter was no ordinary fourteen-year-old boy. He was a Tri-Wizard Champion, Quidditch Hero, Basilisk Slayer and the Boy-Who-Lived. So how could the great Harry Potter completely foul up a simple dance? This was the question he was left asking himself as he strolled down another corridor alone. The Yule Ball, like being Tri-Wizard Champion, was thrust upon him without anyone even caring about whether he wanted any of it. 'This year, as usual, some fate was having a good laugh', thought Harry gloomily as he rounded another corner.

Unfortunately, Harry knew why he had failed so miserably. He had faced the challenge of going to the dance the same way he had faced the First Task – reluctantly. He had been too scared to ask Cho Chang or Hermione Granger to the Ball, so he settled with Parvati Patil. Parvati was a nice girl and very pretty, but she just wasn't his first choice. Instead, he ended up a miserable mess. By the end of the Ball, he was alone while his date was off with another boy, Hermione with Viktor Krum and Cho with Cedric Diggery.

Completely unaware of how he arrived at his destination, Harry found himself in the same corridor that once housed Fluffy, the three-headed monster dog. He was about to turn and leave when movement at the end of the corridor caught his attention. For a moment he considered running, but with the night that he'd had already he thought, 'What the heck, it couldn't get any worse.'

Harry moved cautiously down the dimly lit corridor, wand in hand, as he continued to see movement at the end. When he got close enough, he muttered, "Lumos."

Harry shrieked and nearly fell backwards before realizing that he was staring at himself. It was a large mirror, similar to the Mirror of Erised, and the movement had been his own reflection. He laughed at his own self, pocketed his wand, then took a moment to inspect the mirror. It had no writing or symbols of any kind around the frame. It looked like a simple golden mirror.

"Fine piece of work you turned out to be." said Harry sarcastically, staring at himself in the mirror.

"You look alright from my point of view, Harry Potter." said his reflection.

Harry immediately withdrew his wand, pointing it at the mirror.

"What's the matter, Harry Potter? Scared of your own reflection?" asked Harry's reflection.

"Not too keen about my reflection talking back, thank you very much." retorted Harry, feeling awkward talking to himself.

"Never met a magic mirror?" asked his reflection.

"Have once." replied Harry. "That mirror was more the silent type though."

"Well, allow me to introduce myself. The most talkative mirror you'll ever wanna meet. I'm the Mirror of Fortuna Proventus."

His reflection bowed slightly.

"What's your purpose?" asked Harry, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"I help wizards, like yourself, find their destiny!" proclaimed his reflection.

"No thanks." said Harry. "The last time a talking object offered to help me, it nearly murdered me in the process."

Harry was thinking of Tom Riddle's diary. It had offered to help him too.

"So, you have no desire to know what you're destined to do?" asked his reflection.

"What? Die in this bloody Tri-Wizard tournament?" scoffed Harry.

"Oh no, Harry Potter!" exclaimed the mirror. "Your destiny is the most profound that I've seen in nearly 400 years… that is… if you're allowed to pursue it."

"Allowed?" repeated Harry, unable to stop himself. "Who's going to stop me? Lord Voldemort?"

"Not really allowed to say." sighed the mirror. "Telling you too much could wipe out the entire destiny of another."

"Then what can you tell me?" asked Harry, becoming frustrated.

"Thought you'd never ask, Harry Potter." said Harry's reflection, smiling almost devilishly. "Look closely and behold your destiny!"

Harry's reflection disappeared, and was replaced by the image of a castle. He inched closer to get a better look. Atop the castle stood a young girl, looking out into the mountains beyond.

"That's not Hogwarts." muttered Harry, leaning closer. "Can I get a better look?"

"Absolutely!" exclaimed the mirror.

Suddenly, Harry felt as though he was tipped off his feet; flying through the air and soaring directly into the mirror. Instead of crashing into glass, he found himself tumbling through a grassy field. When he finally stopped tumbling, he jumped to his feet as he tried to figure out what just happened.

Harry's eyes widened as he beheld the castle from the mirror. It was as large as Hogwarts, but not as dark and menacing at first glance.

"Who are you!" called a commanding voice from behind Harry.

Harry spun around, but had to blink several times. Standing before him was a knight – an actual knight.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter." said Harry anxiously.

"Are you a sorcerer, Harry Potter?" asked the knight.

"I'm a wizard." replied Harry. "How did you know?"

The knight chuckled, "You're carrying a wand. It wasn't a far stretch."

The knight seemed to be of good nature to Harry, so he pocketed his wand.

"Excuse me, sir," said Harry, trying to sound polite "but where am I?"

"This is the kingdom of Kippernium." replied the knight. "Behind thee is Kippernia Castle, and I am Sir Theodore Boarmaster."

Harry suddenly felt extremely dizzy. As the knight called out to him, Harry fell backwards and all went black.


(JBDixon) A/N:Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my new story! I know it's a little short, but I've already got a bunch written and they'll be posted shortly. All the chapters for this story will be less than 2,000 words each. My Dad, AADixon, was my beta. As he likes to say, all the mistakes now belong to him! ;) Please review!

School's almost out! Wooohooo! This means the next update for Trial of Harry Potter is coming soon. It also means that I'll be headed to Middle School next year... :| AAAAAHHHH! It's totally freaking me out! Dad says that writing will help me chill so, expect a lot of updates! :)

Next Chapter will be up in a day or two, I promise, unless everyone hates this. :/