Summary: Harry James Potter was a stillborn in the physical plane, but in the spiritual plan he is a soul fated to roam through the realm of mirrors, to learn from an unexpected Hogwarts student how to wield magic and to fall in love with the person he would have been fated to kill had he been born alive.

Warnings: Profanity, Alternate Universe, Cussing, Maiming, Death, Spirits, possible snarkyness along with eventual yaoi.

Pairings: Will eventually be a Voldemort(older version of Tom)/ Harry

Disclaimer: I don't own HP, no matter how much I may want to.

P.S. I have nothing to say to my faithful readers except that this was an idea thats been bugging me for a very long time and that I am sooo not sorry for writing this. Yes, I love you all, but I had this on my mind so it got written. Enjoy it if you can. ^.^ *mutters: I think the plot bunnies like attacking me in hordes...*

Mirror Struck

By Ciel Leon

Chapter 1- Happenings

It doesn't matter what Fate is- a he or a she, a good or an evil, a god or a demon, a black or a white- somehow, it always gets screwed over.

This time it was screwed over significantly.

And it all started with the sound of silence in a hospital room.

Room 401 on the fourth floor in the Spell Damage Ward of Saint Mungo's Hospitals for Magical Maladies and Injury's to be precise.

Room 401 was the hospital room currently inhabited by one Lily Potter nee- Evans, as well as her husband. Mrs. Potter had been in an incident involving a squad of Death Eaters, a raid, and a mispronounced spell that had caused her to collapse in pain in the middle of Diagon Alley. A Medi-Wizard on scene had barely enough time to deliver her to St. Mungo's enterance room before collapsing himself due to magical and physical exhaustion.

Lily had been seven months pregnant at the time, well rounded in the stomach, but not large enough around to cause her feet so much discomfort that she could not go out shopping, or meet up with Alice Longbottom- a friend of hers from Hogwarts.

Lily wasn't supposed to be out- neither was James seeing as how they were supposed to be in hiding, however Frank Longbottom had begged (on hands and knees, literally) for an escape- which had led to both expecting couples to meet up in the magical alley.

James hadn't been near her when the spell had hit- having to duel a fiercely giggling, half-way mad Bellatrix Lestrange.

Aside from this, all Lily knew was that one second she was dueling Mulciber with slightly impeded reflexes, then she had seen out of the corner of her eye a light- a spell she would realize later- blood red in color heading straight for her unguarded back. She had tried to move, to fall down, to duck- anything, but the spell still grazed her, and that had been enough to send her into an agony that had her on the ground screaming before falling unconscious. Apparently that was when the Medi-Wizard had saved her life and dragged her out of the line of fire, casting shield charms and defensive spells all the while.

A Surgery had to be performed as soon as she was in the hospital. The Medi-witch in charge of her care had simply levitated her on to a gurney, and shoved some potions down her throat before beginning her work.

It was only the impromptu surgery that had saved Mrs. Potters life, and it was only afterwards when she and James were informed of the cost.

Their only son- their first born- had been killed by the spell that had nearly taken Lily's life.

So now the couple sat in their assigned medical room, in silence. Lily was staring blankly at the wall across from her, hand clutching desperately at her newly scared abdomen, tear-tracks and puffy eyes marring her beautiful face. Meanwhile, James sat in the stiff chair by the bed, head in his hands, his chest shaking with the force of his own dry sobs.

All the two knew was that their son- the one they had been waiting for since speaking their marriage vows- was gone from them forever.

They had no idea that the soul of their son was flourishing in a different plane.

It was called the mirror realm by its' few inhabitance.

A place of coming and going, simply an in-between that was a mere reflection of the physical realm it was connected to via the many mirrors created by both Muggle and Magical alike.

It was also probably the best place to grow up in.

People passing through are either kind or simply ignore those around them to rush to wherever they are heading for, all sorts of knowledge can be gained from those nice enough to stop for a few moments, and then of course, one can listen to all sorts of conversations that are made by people who stand beside mirrors in the physical realm itself.

Many babes wouldn't have been able to survive without any singular attention within the mirror realm, but Harry Potter thrived, the small but frequent cooing and attention he gained by various strangers in the realm helped him to grow up as normally as possible. Once he was old enough to understand what they were saying the strangers would hold conversations with him on various topics, most often speaking about the realm they were from or the realm they were trying to reach.

Harry wasn't like the other souls he knew- he'd tried walking out of a mirror in the mirror realm once only to feel a vague sense of dissolving before he was standing in front of the mirror he had attempted to walk through.

Young Harry was told when he was seven that he could never return to or move onto another physical plane because- the stranger had put it quite bluntly- he had no physical body to return his spiritual form to.

So Harry did the next best thing, he moved through the endless floating mirrors, watching and listening to the ones that caught his eye and would sit and watch them for hours, learning how to read, write, sing, dance, to do math, learn several languages- and then, on the day he turned ten, Harry found the millions upon millions of mirrors that would change his whole being.

After all- seeing magic for the first time would do that to anyone.

Harry called what he did 'mirror scrying', it was the best way to describe it to the strangers that came and went through the mirror realm.

Harry was eleven now, and had faithfully explored the many mirrors that seemed to focus upon what it's inhabitance called 'the Magical World'. Harry guessed that the set of mirrors he watched every day were in Britain, seeing as how the people spoke in English and sounded like a very proud Londoner the young boy had spoken to a few days before he had found his mirrors.

Harry focused on watching the mirrors belonging to a place called Hogwarts in particular- the place was a school after-all, and Harry was very eager to learn.

The young boy watched lessons for each grade, making sense of several but not all of them- he didn't get too upset about this since sometimes he ended up watching certain classes out of order or classes for older students, but the magic made him both happy and excited all the same.

Young Harry didn't have a 'wand' like the students of Hogwarts, in fact, the things he did in the mirror realm didn't always have the same result as they should have if Harry had actually been at Hogwarts. One time, for example, Harry had been focusing on turning an immaterial pocket watch a stranger had given him into a donkey, but the little metal item decided it wanted to be a bunny instead.

Harry found he wasn't upset about this at all, and continued to practice what he could. Sometimes, a spell would leave him feeling light and energetic, but the opposite was also true. Harry had tried to cast a cheering charm once and once the spell was cast, Harry was left feeling exhausted and mopey.

It was sometime into the schools second semester when Harry found a friend in the young Slytherin Theodore Nott.