Hey everyone heres chapter 4!!...Shhh dont tell anyone because I'm supposed to be doing my homework. buuuut..I wanna post so hopefully this will be up today and not tomarrow.

It was brought to my attention that Sev is different from the books. Thank you I really liked that you commented on that. He is one of my favorite characters and I was hoping I could portray him in a softer kind of funnier light. I'll try to make him the best that he can be....*snigger*...and I hope you like him the way I am typing him. So that review made me really happy. Thank you!!!!

The third chapter was written in a different style than the firsttwofor a reason and I am sorry if it through anyone off but I found that it is much easier to type in that style than it was when before so I am thinking about keeping the story in that style. I think that Once its actually finished I might go and fix the first two chapters. The first one has so many mistakes in it that I know I am going to change it.

Ah well the story will start off in Harry's pov. Then go to Severus. It'll switch back and forth between those two. I was also thingking of throwing in Rons Voldy's and Fudge's Pov's as well but I'm not sure yet.

Rated: M

Warning: Abuse, Foul language, self mutilation, and sexual themes. Most characters,most likely all actually are OOC.

Umm at the end of the chapter I'll put the order of POV's like I did last chap. So if you wanna look at those first you can just so I don't confuse you.

DISCLAIMER: Ah you know I own Severus! See! I got the plushie right here!!! Lol. Nope I own nothing. Nor am I making any sort of profit. If I was I wouldn't be a college student with loans...

Onward my plushies!!!!! To the chapter!!!!

Chapter 4 Mirror Mirror

You know these glowing red bulbs were really kind of fun to play with. They were like bouncy balls...just not really bouncable...but they were still really amusing.

It was still kind of boring here.

Nice.

But still very boring.

I mean really. There was nothing around me except for red glowy bouncy balls and soft smoke at my feet.

So what was I doing here? And more importantly why was I here?

What is here?

Ahhhh....stupid questions.

"Hello!!??" I screamed for the fifth time. It seemed like I had been here for hours. I can't see anything ahead of me the red lights don't give off that much of a bright glow. I could see as far as my hands would strech but any farther than that and It was nothing.

It was all really frightening, but soothing. It was nice here.

Much better than where I used to be.

"Argh!" I yelled.

Stupid migraine.

It was odd really. Everytime I even thought about what was on the outside if this little world my head would suddenly feel like someone was taking a jack hammer and beating around in my brain especially behind my eyes and in my temples. It was like a little warning.

A very little, painfull and prominent warning.

Seemed like I wasn't supposed to think about what ever it was I wasn't supposed to think about.

Sigh

My life was never dull, or normal.

"I wonder what these bulbs are?" I asked myself just musing out loud.

"There every bad thought you have ever had."

The voice echoed all around me coming from everywhere at once. It engulfed me in its power. It was terrifying.

Now I was scared.

I was supposed to be alone.

Just where the hell am I?

"Who are you?" I ask. There's a knot in my gut. Something isn't right. Is it Voldemort?

No...

"Pfft....That idiot could never compare to me. "

No matter how hard I squint into the shadows I just can't seem to who is talking to me. Though I'm not really sure I really wanna know...

"Who are you?!" This time I put force into it. I don't want him to think I'm scared.

"Who am I? Heh...Who am I?"

This asshole is annoying. "Answer me damnit! Who the bloody hell are you?"

"Naughty Naughty Harry. You shouldn't be cussing. That's not very becoming of the Boy-Who-Lived."

My blood ran cold. " How do you know my name?" I ask quietly.

"That is a very good question Harry, but I don't feel like answering questions you already know.....Hmmmm...Ooh I know! Lets play a game Harry."

"What?!" This guy was nuts. I'm starting to wish It was Voldemort in here with me. At least he doesn't mimic me and he answers my questions...before trying to kill me but hey!... he still answers them. Unlike this guy.

Scratch that. Where is Voldemort. I think I want to go spend some quality time with him....he may want to kill me but at least he's more sane than this nutso.

Turning around I quickly but with dignity walk in the other direction. Voldemorts gotta be around here some where. Here Voldy Moldy. Here Voldy Moldy. Come get poor defenseless Harry Potter.

Before I even take two steps, I hit a barrier...and I fall flat on my poor butt. (It was invisible okay!! Yeesh!)

"Where do you think you're going?" The voice asks, not in the least bit amused.

"Well damn." I mutter to my pants. "There goes tea time with Voldmort.

"How dare you think you can turn your back on me and just think you can walk out of here Harry. No. Not this time."

A profile comes into view. Cloaked in shadows I really can't get a good look at his face...but ....it seems really familiar...

I gasp as one of the red bulbs floats near his face, lighting it up just enough for me to see it.

But thats not possible.

I shudder.

Thats just not possible.

"Who are you?!" I yell again.

"What you don't recognise me Harry?...You should. After all I am...."

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"Albus! Severus!" Madam Pomphrey screamed. "Quick! Get in here! Somethings happening to Harry."

Pushing myself off the floor I decline Albus's offered hand, and then proceeded to the door and swiftly leave his office, just a hair's breadth after Albus.

'Me... Harry Potters Soulmate.' That was the biggest piece of crock I had ever heard.

So then..why did my heart just clench in a spasm of fear and disbelief and ...hope?... before that blasted womans screeching woke me up from blessed consciousness.

What an odd dream I had in those precious few minutes too.

So weird.

I was watching, from the sidelines, a young man walk around in this black abyss surrounded by red dots and smoky fog like stuff around his calfs. What the man didn't see however was the other form shifting in and out of view just watching him. It looked like a predator watching his prey before they went in for the kill. They had just started talking when the young man turned around abrutly and tried to leave.

I do mean tried.

Even though there was nothing around for as far as the eye could see he seemed to just slam into a ..hmm...well it looked like it was an invisible wall...heh.. looked like..heh...ah yes back to the dream... Well he freaked out. He saw something and it freaked him out. I remember feeling so...helpless. ... like I was in his place.

Just who was that other guy?

"Albus." Pomphrey called him. Effectively pulling me out of my thoughts.

Now I was finally going to see what it was that pulled me away from my dinner and alone time.

"What happened to Harry?" Albus asked her pulling the curtain back all the way completely showing Potter.

That was the first really good look I got of his body and saw first hand just what kind of shape he was in.

I don't think I took a breath for an entire minute.

He really looked like he had been through Hell and back again. Twice.

I would never wish it on Potter Senior or the brats late dogfather.

Potter had welts and one long laceration across his chest, back, arms and legs. His left leg had an open fracture and looked as if infection was setting in. While his rght leg appreared to be mostly fine aside from chafed skin where the shackle used to be. His face was covered in bruises in varying states of healing. His right eye was swollen shut and his bottom lip was busted as well. It also looked like he had sever fractured ribs, judging from the dark bruising around that area as well.

I was disgusted with what I saw.

Sure I may hate Potter but I would never wish this for him. Never. He's just a kid.

But from what I saw the damage on the surface could be healed. It's the damage that was done to his psych that worried me. No body can go through torture and be the same.

It changes people.

Usually for the worse.

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"Who are you?!" I yell again.

"What you don't recognise me Harry?...You should. After all I am a part of you."

"That's not true." I shout back at him even though he's face is about three inches from mine.

He doesn't flinch.

"That's not true." I say again over and over to myself solftly. "Your not me. Your no part of me either."

"Liar." He says matter-of-factly. "And you know it...here." He says as he places his index finger at my temple.

His hands are ice cold.

I shudder and shrink away from his touch.

Fisting my shirt and pulling me to my feet he gets in my face and starts yelling. Spittle comes out of his mouth as he talks.

"You stupid weak insignificant fool. Youcan't even piece it together, can you?"

"Can you?" He screams as he tosses me in a heap against the invisible wall.

I hit my head and my vision swims. I wait for the soothing touch of unconsciousness to take me away but it never comes. Instead I get a swift hard kick to the ribs.

It hurts.

I cough up blood.

He keeps coming at me.

Keeps on screaming.

Keeps kicking.

Keeps hurting me.

I want to die.

My vision swims and blackness starts take over.

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"He's flatlining!" Screamed Pomphrey as she started to perform CPR.

"Severus get the shock pads!"

"Severus!?" She screams again shriller and more in nurse boss mode than ever before.

I snap out of my reverie and move towards the cabinets over the sink. Grabbing the shock pads I quickly move over to where Potter and Pomphrey were.

Stepping back as Pomphrey set into emergency mode I watched her work.

I was oddly numb.

This shouldn't be happening.

Harry....Potter...should be up and running and enjoying life instead of being on the brink of death.

But he wasn't. Instead he was lying on that table practically dead and now...NOW... I start to feel guilty for the way I treated him?

I can hear screaming and shouting in the background.

I can't understand it though.

What she's saying. Why she's crying.

All I can see are his eyes. They look so dull so resigned...

Those beautiful emerald green eyes are staring right at me. Accusing me of something. Anything.

Those eyes shouldn't belong to a 16 year old young man. They should belong to a beaten down old man who is dying. Not a kid who is supposed to be loved and adored and bloody spoilt rotten.

I hate myself.

Pomphrey is screaming at Harry.

He can't hear you you know.

Stop screaming.

There are tears running down her face and her cheeks are a splotchy red. She looks like her heart has been ripped out.

Albus has left the wing.

Harry's heart has stopped beating.

Harry's heart stopped beating. He was dead. Gone.

Those eyes are still staring at me.

I wonder how his friends will take it.

They will probably cry too.

Since when did I start to call him Harry?

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An: HAHAHA!!!! Bet you all didn't see that coming! I'm not gonna spoil the story for ya so keep on reading....as if I didn't already spoil it for you in my profile. Well I ended this chapter on a kind of sad note for a reason. You'll find out next chapter which will either be tomarrow, Sunday or next weekend. It really depends on whether I have things to do. Like I don't know study for my final.... gah.....

Character POV: Harry Severus Harry Severus.

Terms or things you may not know:

Open fracture: It's where part of the broken bone is sticking out of the skin and if it is out it can cause an infection to start and that is very very bad.

Laceration: a rough or jagged tear. Kind of like when your ripping paper in half.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter.

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