Reflection Disclaimer

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any profits from posting this fanfiction.

Summary: Having lived till 17, it was a shock to go about his day and meet himself. Another him who attacked him. From there the day got stranger; his identity revealed what choice will Harry Potter's reflection take – help or defeat Voldemort?

Warnings: Slash. Character death. Murder, violence, fighting. Drugging. Control. Manipulation.

Pairings: OC/NL, HP/GW


1st May

She had been expecting it. She had known, but that didn't mean she had prepared.

Kreacher had rushed her to bed after her screams had set the twins off, and she had rested in bed for an hour before getting up and getting organised. The twins had needed feeding, that had been her first task. Her second was to send Kreacher out for some baby formula. She even gave him instructions to steal it from St Mungo's if he had to; he just needed to get her some. The time for stiff morals was over, she had very little time left and she needed to be prepared.

She wrote brief scribbled letters. Her handwriting was appalling but at least it was another job done. She left Kreacher detailed instructions verbally. She laid out everything the twins might need then wrote them a brief letter each for when they were older. It took an hour to write each letter and Mira was emotionally drained by the end of it.

She had not long eaten dinner, fed and bathed her babies then put them to bed, than she felt it. She knew.

Her time was up.

She gazed down on her two sweet babies. With floods of tears streaming down her face she leaned over and gave them both a kiss. Her little boys' hair changed to brilliant red in his sleep and he smiled. Mira took that smile with her. She didn't care that it was probably wind. It was a smile, and she'd take it and let it give her strength.

Strength to die with.

"Look after them Kreacher, won't you? And…and tell them I love them. That I did this for them."

"Yes Mistress." Kreacher warbled, his lightbulb large eyes glistening ominously.

"Thank you so much Kreacher. I couldn't have spent so much wonderful time with them if it hadn't of been for you."

Mira had Kreacher take her to Diagon Alley where she used the vanishing cupboard to get into Hogwarts. No sooner had she appeared inside the Room of Requirement did pain lash through her head like a thousand knives and that terrible hissing tone of Voldemort screamed in her ears.

Another Horcrux gone. How many more…? How many?!

The castle was eerily silent. Mira felt chills run up and down her body. Even the portraits she passed were silent, not a single person daring to even breathe a word.

She knew the castle like the back of her hand and started to descend towards the Great Hall. When she got there the doors were shut and would not open for her. She dare not try her wand, she didn't want to draw any attention to herself.

There was a scream though. A scream from inside. Mira tried again to pull on the door, to no avail.

Agony.

Agony shot like lightning through her brain and sent her falling to her knees. It was unexpected but it hurt just as badly as her scar hurt when Voldemort was in a rage.

Then a hiss.

Mira screwed her eyes shut and clapped her hands over her ears not wanting to hear. That voice spoke to her mind though.

"Hand over Harry Potter by midnight…"

No. Oh no. They would not hand him over. It couldn't end like that. No.

There was yelling in the great hall. When the agony subsided Mira crawled forwards and pressed her ear to the large door trying to hear.

Some people saying they needed to hand over Harry, others refusing. Then spells. Curses and hexes…then a loud cheer. McGonagall's voice instructed people what to do and the clip-clop of footsteps coming closer.

Mira flung herself to the side just in time as the large doors burst open to allow people out of the hall. Slytherin's. Slytherin's first being led out by prefects and Mr Filch. They were heading for the dungeons.

Thinking quickly Mira pressed herself back into the wall, hiding behind the door. She hoped nobody would see her. She could see them from her hiding place, they were walking only inches from her after all, but their eyes were all facing forwards so they shouldn't see. She was tempted to grab Draco's arm when she saw him pass her, that shock of white blonde hair unmistakable. She withheld herself though. She couldn't be sure what her cousin would do, and at the very least he would draw attention to her and she was trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

Although she didn't exactly fit in with her pale green wizarding robes. The remains of her baby bump didn't help either. At least that was something she could do something about. Concentrating she altered her appearance, giving herself a flat stomach much like the other witches her age had. She straightened and shortened her hair, altered her eyes to a brown so she was able to blend in better despite her clothes. Next she would need some clothes. She had to get some clothes that weren't pureblood wizarding robes.

More people left the great hall, all in black over-robes. Mira did her best to follow them but stay hidden. She needed different robes and quickly. She couldn't blend in like this.

Then the Order came marching down a hallway. She hid quickly behind a statue and watched as Remus, Tonks, Kingsley and loads more people walked by. They were all in ordinary clothes. Mira straightened her spine. With another thought to her appearance she gave herself the face of one of the girls Dudley hung around with the summer before he left. An ordinary face. Mira wouldn't be able to hold it indefinitely, but she could do it long enough to be of service to the Order.

She jumped out and joined their ranks. The person next to her whirled around and pointed his wand at her.

"Who are you?"

"I'm here to help fight He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." She declared with a scowl. "What does it matter who I am? I heard there would be a fight and I came."

"How did you hear?!" The man demanded but he did look relieved. Mira counted that as a win.

"The voice in my head demanded Hogwarts handed over Harry Potter. I wasn't about to allow that if I could help it."

"Come on then." The man allowed and Mira continued to follow them.

They went into the Great Hall. Other people arrived reasonably quickly. Mira saw Harry Potter, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville, loads of the other people from Dumbledore's Army. Aberforth Dumbledore was there, though she purposefully didn't look at him. She felt fear just seeing him, and intense hate. The other Weasleys arrived! Neville's Gran came, Percy Weasley came which was a surprise to most people, and a whole lot of other people who were supposed to be on the run. Dean Thomas, Lee Jordan, Penelope Clearwater, Cho Chang…loads of people arrived with faces set like storm clouds ready and raring to go.

Kingsley gave everyone a speech, explaining where everyone was to go. Harry, Ron and Hermione left shortly after though not before Mira spotted Harry talking quickly with Remus and Tonks. Whatever was said light up Harry's face, before sending dismay over him. He nodded with decision then left them.

Mira tried to follow discreetly but lost them, not knowing where they were headed for. She went about doing as Kingsley had asked of her group and went to help with defences. She ended up on the grounds only moments before Death Eaters began to attack. She was shoulder to shoulder with students, aurors and civilians all standing proud if a little scared with their wands out.

Mira drew her wand and dropped down ready to run into the fray when it came.

And it did come.

The Death Eaters seemed like a never ending smothering fog. Within the fog came the creatures of cold and ice; Dementors swooped down and circled everyone. Mira cast her Patronus as quickly as she could, startling for a moment when two little birds swooped from the end of her wand, dancing around each other, before swooping towards the most vile creatures in the wizarding world. Her babies. Her babies fighting off evil.

On and on it went. There was blood everywhere, bodies everywhere. Death Eaters fell, other people fell. Mira battled all she could, her favourite spell making things easier as her opponents dropped like flies. She was out of practise but she was so twitchy from all the stress of the last however many months that she had unbelievably fast reaction times.

Wave upon wave upon wave of attacks came. She helped take down a giant.

She didn't know how long they had been fighting but eventually a retreat into the castle was called. She, like many others, ran.

They battled off werewolves that tried to corner them. They battled through them. Mira accidentally cast one of the spells her mother taught her and sent one werewolf screaming and collapsing to the floor clutching where his bits had been. Another werewolf turned his eyes onto Mira but a spell was shot at him before he could get to her.

Inside they tried to barricade the door. It didn't work but it gave them a few moments reprieve and slowed the Death Eaters down a little bit. From there they had advantage as the doors created a bottleneck allowing them easy pickings at their enemy. Somebody misfired and blew up a wall after a while and that gave everyone a huge surprise, causing casualties on both sides.

On and on the battle went. Mira felt bone tired but her mind whirred and her wand arm was flicking and stabbing out spells faster than her mind could keep up with. Survival instinct kept her fighting. Dreams kept her fighting. The twins kept her fighting.

Then searing pain through her head distracted her. Blood poured down from her head and blurred her vision. Then her sight of the physical world disappeared, and she saw Voldemort screaming with rage and pain.

Another horcrux gone. The diary, the ring, the locket, another one, now one today…5. 5 gone. All that was left was Nagini and…

"It's Bellatrix's kid!"

"Take her!"

Arms grabbed her. Mira couldn't see but she fought them. She used her shoulder to wipe one eye. Death Eaters had her. She screamed and fought them off. Stupidly they left her wand in her hand. She hexed them, raged upon them with any and all spells that came to mind. They fell, but she heard her name echo through the other Death Eaters.

She ran.

She ran back into the castle, deeper into its depths. She knew it well and she ran the labyrinth of corridors like a master. Few followed her. But those that did she took down, disarmed or injured.

Time had no meaning in a battle. It seemed like an age had gone, and at the same time felt like only a few seconds had passed.

Mira found an alcove to hide in just as another vision seized her.

Voldemort discussed wands and wand lore…discussed the Deathly Hallows. Whatever they were! Then Voldemort killed Snape…he ordered Nagini to murder the man then he turned and left. One hour's ceasefire.

One hour.

The hissing, sibilant tones of Voldemort declared to everyone. Mira felt the voice as if it was slithering inside of her. She shuddered and curled in on herself.

She had known it would come. She knew it would come.

One hour of ceasefire for Harry Potter to face Voldemort.

This was the end. Voldemort was calling for Harry's death. He was calling for it and expecting to get it. Mira knew even as everybody would protest that Harry Potter would go. A man who had taken over the role she thought she played, a man who had hunted down all the horcrux's in less than a year, would most certainly lay down his life for his friends…for the world.

And she had to stop him. It wasn't his place. He couldn't die. It would be an utterly and completely useless death. It was pointless. It would serve no purpose.

But…

But if it was her…if Voldemort killed her thinking it was Harry then…then the death would be meaningful. It would accomplish something.

Mira shakily stood up, begging for forgiveness from her babies for what she was about to do. She knew it had to come to this, she knew it had to happen. She had never expected to survive and she had left knowing it would happen. But it was one think to know it and another thing completely to walk willingly towards it.

Mira made a quick detour to the Room of Requirement to get some clothes. Only, the moment she opened the doors flames exploded out, throwing her backwards and burning her forearm. She spelled the doors closed and lay there breathing heavily trying to recover.

What the hell was that?! A fire in the Room of Requirement?! Why?! Who would do that?! Unless somebody did it to make sure nobody had a place to hide.

That meant she needed to go somewhere else to get clothes.

She ran to Gryffindor tower praying that it would be open. It wasn't but she reached it and the fat lady swung open anyway commenting on the poor dear. Mira thanked her, ran in and ignore anybody who tried to talk to her about what was happening. She brushed everyone off and ran into the seventh year boy's dormitories. Grabbing some jeans off the floor, a t-shirt, a jumper and a Hogwarts robe Mira quickly set about changing. Once done she grabbed a small mirror from one of the girls in the common room and ran back out again.

Running down the staircases and out of the castle at breakneck speed, Mira jumped broken bodies and piles of rubble. Nobody stopped her, not even the look outs. She ran towards the forest. She had to find Harry. She had to. And the forbidden forest seemed like the only plausible place for Voldemort to be hiding out.

She ran, casting 'point me' spells as she went and hoping she was going the right way. The woods were silent but deadly, the large trees casting terrifying shadows in the moonlight. Mira went on regardless, only one thing in her mind. She hoped, desperately hoped, she would find Harry before he offered himself up. She had to find him.

Deep in the forest she heard voices, cackling voices. She was too far in. She could hear her mother. She turned and ran in the other direction, her lungs protesting painfully at the exercise and her stomach painfully sore from exertion.

"…going to die." That voice. That voice wasn't her mother's. She knew that voice.

Mira knew that voice. That was Harry Potter's voice.

It didn't take her long to get there. She emerged through the bushes to see Harry talking to thin air.

"You can't go!" She declared as Harry abruptly spun around to face her, alarmed for some reason. She cast the disarming spell and caught his wand. He scowled, dropping his hand to his pocket. Did he have another wand? She stepped forwards quickly allowing her shape to change to his. "You cannot die. You have to live. There…there has to be a Harry Potter."

The other Harry stared for a moment, then his alarm faded and he righted his stance to stand tall and proud.

"You. I…that is, Aberforth never did tell me who you were."

"It doesn't really matter now does it?" Mira said softly and approached Harry who didn't look at all hostile now. Harry frowned and nodded stubbornly.

"It does matter, it always has."

"I'm Mira. Mirabella LeStrange, actually, but I prefer to go by Mira." She mumbled cautiously, watching Harry for any signs of an imminent attack. Harry just frowned further then stared at her with pity. She laughed a little bitterly. "Yes, shocking isn't it? Imagine finding that out at Gringotts then being handed over to your loving family only hours after discovering your whole life was a lie."

"I…I didn't know. But…But Aberforth didn't…I mean…" Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair in a very Harry-like gesture. Mira couldn't stop a smile. She had done that often as Harry. Her appearance slipped back into her Mira form and Harry scanned her all over carefully. "He told me he did it so that the wizarding world had a chance. He told me, and reminded me every year when he kidnapped you and took copies of your memories, that you were needed as Harry so I could train and learn to face my destiny. I think…My cage was just as bad as yours."

"I don't think so." Mira shook her head. How could Harry's cage be anything like hers?! He didn't know what she faced.

"I saw everything you did each year. I had to be you. I had to become the Harry Potter I saw in those, and at the same time every day was a training day. I had to learn and train and fight. Alastor and Aberforth raised me to kill Voldemort or be killed by him. I had no life except that."

"And the life I had, the future I hoped for, was snatched away from me and I was given another that was the complete opposite of everything I liked and loved about this world. I spent a year at Voldemort's side, with Death Eaters guarding me like some treasure. I was drugged, I was controlled, I was restrained and threatened all year and now…now I get to face my death because I do have to die. I have to die so you can win."

"The Horcrux." Harry nodded and his eyes fell on her forehead. He touched the scar upon his own head and winced.

"How did you get that?"

"Aberforth carved it into my forehead."

Mira and Harry stood opposite each other not really sure what to say for a few moments before Mira sighed and looked down at the wands she held. She still had Harry's. It wasn't the one she had from Ollivander though. What happened to her phoenix tail feather wand?

As if reading her thoughts Harry answered. "There was an accident with the holly wand. But we still clash, that priori incantatum thing has nearly happened again even though both of us have different wands now. Don't ask."

"Ah. Okay. Well, here. You better have mine because Voldemort knows what this wand looks like. He was there when my parents procured it for me." Harry took the wand and gave a strange chuckle.

"This is really strange. I didn't think our meeting would ever be like this."

"Yes well, I guess we are just doomed to experience strange things." Mira sighed and Harry nodded again.

"Here, you should see this before you go. Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore I mean, left this for you…for us. I don't know. It gets a little confusing." Harry held out one hand to Mira and in the other hand he held something up. She stepped forward, hesitating briefly before shaking her head at her own nonsense. His hand wasn't going to hurt her, and even if it was the worst Harry would do was kill her which would solve another problem at any rate. She took his hand and stepped close. He took a step closer to her and took her other hand in his, something hard pressing between their palms.

"Before you came I was talking with some people I think you should see." He muttered then smiled and glanced around him. "Look."

Mira did.

There around her was the family she thought she belonged to. Lily and James Potter. Sirius Black. Remus Lupin. All of them looked at her with smiles. All of them. All of them looked at her.

"H-h-how?!" Mira spluttered and looked between everyone and Harry. He smiled at her, reassuringly and affectionately.

"The resurrection stone. One of the hallows."

"But the hallows are a story. It's not real."

"But they look real don't they? And they are, though they are only shades. To have the real thing, properly alive, isn't possible." Mira, flabbergasted, nodded a little. She had no real comprehension of what he meant, but she understood she had an opportunity. It was as close she would ever get to seeing those she thought of as her parents. And they were looking at her.

"H-Hello." She muttered – joy, grief, shock all waring inside of her like a tornado spinning and clashing.

"Oh my darlings! You have been so brave! Both of you have been so very brave." Lily cooed looking between both Mira and Harry.

Tears spilled over Mira's cheeks and her lips shook.

"Wha-…m-m-me too?" She asked, her voice tiny and stuttering. Lily smiled at her so warmly that Mira couldn't be in any doubt.

"Of course you too." James exclaimed with certainty. "We might have thought you were Harry when we were alive but you learn a lot about life when you are dead. You are both our baby. Our very, very brave baby."

"I…" Mira gasped, overly emotional and voiceless.

"Thank you." Harry whispered and Lily and James Potter nodded, beaming at him.

"Any time."

"Remus." Harry muttered and Mira glanced to Remus before looking to Harry. What was it? "Your son…"

"He will grow up knowing his parents fought for him and the good of all of wizarding kind, and that they died fighting for a better world. One day he will understand." Remus nodded, his wise words echoing around them but searing straight through Mira's soul.

"I hope…I hope my babies understand that too." She whispered.

Harry jerked, nearly pulling his hand from where it was clasped around hers. His shock was abrupt and deep, eyes wide and staring at her in horrified confusion. "What?! Babies?!"

"I have twins."

"Why?! How?!"

"I gave birth to them. Amortentia," Was the simplest thing Mira could say. Harry gulped, looking sick, but nodded.

"They will know and they will understand." Sirius' voice said and Mira turned to him with more tears welling up.

"Oh Sirius…I am so sorry. So sorry."

"Hey, hey! It was nobody's fault but Bellatrix's. Do not blame yourself for me. I went to fight for what I believed in."

"Does it hurt? Dying?" Harry asked and Mira nodded, wanting to know that answer to that question too.

Sirius smiled, it was a little sad but it was also promising. "Quicker than falling asleep."

Mira gasped and nodded, swallowing quickly. Good. That was good.

Harry squeezed her hands. She looked to him sharply and squeezed his hands with all her might.

"Promise me…Promise me you will take care of my babies. And…and if you can't, find someone good to take care of them. Please."

"I will. I promise I will." Harry muttered, tears welling up in his eyes to match the ones blurring hers. She nodded and closed her eyes allowing the tears to fall. When she could gather the courage she looked back to the shades gathered around her.

"I will see you soon." She whispered completely choked up.

"No. You take us with you." Lily said. "Always." She smiled that loving motherly smile and Mira nodded again and released Harry's hands, her view of the shades leaving. She gasped out a sob and clutched her hand to her heart steeling as best she could against the pain. Harry put his hand on her shoulder, the only comfort he could give her. She nodded and bit her lip.

Fumbling she pulled out a mirror, held it up and concentrated on changing her shape to Harry's. It took concentration to grow that inch or so to match his height. Everything else was easy. Soon there was a carbon copy of Harry next to the real Harry. It was impossible to tell them apart. Harry smiled and pulled her into a hug, his cheeks wet with tears. She hugged him back brutally.

"Thank you. Just…for everyone, thank you." She knew what he was saying and it gave her a bit more courage knowing that she was doing this for the good of everybody. Her death wouldn't be in vain.

"Take care of them. I love them."

"I will. Here take these, I have spares." He pulled back, coughing and wiping his eyes before wiping hers and sliding his pair of glasses onto her nose. "You better go."

Mira nodded and took a deep breath. Wrapping the cloak around herself she turned away.

Then she walked.

She all but stumbled and tripped through the forest. She didn't know where she went really, just blindly walked. It was odd, but she felt like people were besides her. Perhaps they were. Either way she made her way through the tangled forest quietly until she came across a clearing. Dolohov and Yaxley were muttering something about animals, Voldemort was lamenting something about being mistaken about Harry's chivalry.

That was when Mira pulled the cloak off.

"You weren't."

All eyes turned to her, seeing only Harry. Voldemort smirked. Mira barely looked at him, instead choosing to look to Hagrid who had just been silenced by Rowle. Then Mira looked to his mother. She was alone. Mira wondered where her father was, and her uncle, then passed it off as unimportant. She saw Narcissa there, and Lucius. No Draco…was that a good thing or a bad thing? Mira didn't suppose it mattered. She was going to die. Nothing about life really mattered now.

Except her babies. Her babies mattered. She wished she had thought of names before.

Voldemort raised his wand, the wand he took from Professor Dumbledore.

Green light flashed at her.

Mira smiled. Her beautiful boy and girl. Her twins. She loved them. She would miss them. But this was for them.


AN: I hope I did the meeting between Harry and Mira justice as well as the meeting between her and the Potters. I spent ages writing that, though not as much time as I spent agonising over the next chapter.