The Newest Heir Chapter 25: Reflection in the Mirror, a harry potter fanfic

Authors' Note: This chapter is dedicated to one particular procrastinator who decided to stop procrastinating (We hope… fingers crossed). And also to Catherine who has exams all this week, wish her luck. Anyways, sorry we're a little late on our weekly update, but really we never promised a weekly update. Plus it does take time to come up with all of these fabulous ideas, not to mention to put them into words after. *I think this is the best chapter ever… until I change my mind when we post more chapters. Well we can say that there is some water in this chapter, be warned (for what you'll have to find out by reading). I just found out that I am dyslexic so that is also why some of the other chapters sucked for grammar and spelling. Grab your popcorn and enjoy the show… erm story. Read and Review please.

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Chapter 25

Reflection in the Mirror

I sat waiting for Draco to drag Blaise to our designated spot. It took a lot longer than I had realised so I sat down on the window sill that looked onto the forest. What was so forbidden about it, I wasn't really sure, but I knew that I would receive heck from everyone I knew; not just Blaise and Draco, if I even thought about going in there. A breeze blew in from the crack in the window causing me to shiver slightly. Outside the sky could be seen with darker clouds off in the distance. I could almost smell in the rain in the air. It hasn't rained yet so the trees have yet to fully bloom. I smiled at the sky as an invitation for the rain. I could already see myself sneaking out at night so I can dance in the rain, letting it soak me all the way through. There is just something to the rain that just calls to me, and I'll take detention or a trip to the hospital wing to be a part of it.

It may not have been a smart idea to wear a dress and sandals without any extra clothing on top, namely a sweater or some kind of robe. Soon at least I'll be running; pretending that I'm shy and don't want to be seen or caught. We still haven't decided if we were going to give up the charade, it probably will all depend if I can lose Blaise before I get tired. I wore my silver gladiator sandals, that way I could run much easier. Running barefoot on grass, I was much faster but the stones were cold and hard so these sandals would have to do for now. The ice blue dress I wore was easy for running in as it was knee length. It was gathered at the waist, silver beads accented the lightness of the dress as well as the multiple layers of sheer material that made it flow like a cloud every step I took. To add to the angelic image I was trying to pull off were the off the shoulder butterfly sleeves, every angel needs her wings.

I waited impatiently for any sight of the guys. Luck as usual wasn't with me so I leaned against the stone frame twirling my blond curls with my fingers. I had made sure to look at myself in the mirror before I came up here. True enough I do prefer my dark brown hair. Blaise must be in love with this me because he knows that a relationship with the real me would never work because he already tested that one. I had to sit on my hands to prevent them from messing up my curls any more. I didn't know how long the magic curling brush that Narcissa gave me for Christmas would hold it's magic.

I heard footsteps finally. I turned to see Draco half carrying a pathetic looking Blaise down the long corridor. When I saw him he smiled and rolled his eyes at Blaise who had still yet to know what was happening. If he's like this now I can't wait to see his face when we break his heart. I was startled by the dark thought that came into my mind; where did that come from?

"She has really blond hair, and really long?" Draco hinted to Blaise. Draco was having a hard time not smiling. At least he wasn't the one getting chased; imagine how hard it is going to be for me. He was lucky, because he would get to leave after this and leave the rest to me, well sort of lucky because I know that he would much rather be with us. Well I'm pretty good at convincing people and getting them to think what I want them to. Really where are these thoughts coming.

"Yeah" Blaise said dreamily. Draco rolled his eyes, how unbelievable. I had to face the window to stifle my laugh.

"Light blue dress, and silver sandals?" He added casually, smiling at me as he said it. I don't know what's has Draco in such a happy mood, but I would do anything to keep it that way.

"Yeah, wait how do you…" Draco took his face and turned to where I was. I casually looked over at them as if I was looking out the window the whole time. As if I was startled by having more than my reflection for an audience, I hopped off the window sill and darted down the hallway. Light on my feet I bounded down the hallway. The layers of my dress billowed out behind me and my hair bounced with every step that I ran.

"Come on man! Your letting the girl of your dreams, get away." I barely heard the last part but my laughter chimed off the walls. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Blaise was following me. The game's afoot then. It was smart to choose a less known side to the castle, mainly because there would be fewer students curious of what we're doing, plus less teachers to dock us points for running in the halls. It was really quite fun dodging from pillar to pillar, hiding in and out of classrooms. All I needed now was my spy suit and that would be the cherry on top. At some points I would shriek when I let him catch up, just to add to the whole 'extremely shy' facade.

I ran into a room but it turned out to be a dead end. Blaise had seen me come in here so I only have seconds to hide. I hid behind the door just as he walked into the room. He was breathing hard and I could see from the shadow that I was in that he had sweat on his forehead from running for so long. I took this second to rest; surprisingly I wasn't that out of breath. I was really tempted to jump out and scare him telling him who I actually was, but I decided that I'm not entirely down with this revenge.

"You can come on out," he said softly "I won't hurt you." If he found out that it was me, then yes, I can almost guarantee that he would hurt me. He began searching the room, taking the long way around.

"I just want to get to know you." He added, well he knows me better than basically anyone in this school. I am definitely going to have to end this soon; the only question will be how to tell him without him murdering me. He began his way back to the door. He did one last scan of the room looking everywhere but behind the door. So naïve for playing hide-and-go-seek, you should always check behind the door. Quietly I tiptoed up behind him, making sure not to make any noise.

"I'm sorry Blaise." I whispered quickly in his ear and bolted out the door. I must have startled him because I had enough time to hide behind a nearby pillar before he ran past.

"Please angel, I just need to know…" His voice followed him as he raced down the hallway. Once there was no more sight of Blaise I walked the other way. The chase at this point seems to be finished.

I walked back towards the main part of the castle, having to check at almost every window to make sure that I was going in the right direction. I noticed in one of the first few windows that my hair had turned back to normal, perfect timing some would say. I don't know exactly how long it took for me to find at least a picture I remembered but the sun could no longer be seen through the clouds. How big did they really have to make the castle? For all we know there could be a Minotaur living somewhere deep inside this labyrinth. I had asked some of the paintings for help, but I realised that there was a reason they were out-casted to the lonely side of the castle. I sat down on yet another window sill overlooking the lake. At least I was making progress, I wonder if I should've let Blaise catch me, that way I wouldn't have to endure this adventuring alone. I undid the straps of my shoes that had begun to cut into my feet. The cool stone floor felt nice against my bare feet that had been through hell today. I dangled my sandals from my fingers, deciding to walk without them for a while.

I guessed the reason that no one was in any of the hallways was because they were heading for the Great Hall. My stomach had figured that one out. Finally I figured out where I was. I started making my way to supper, stopping only when I heard crying coming from a bathroom. I looked over; it was Moaning Myrtle's bathroom so I ignored it. I stopped mid step thinking that looking in a mirror and freshening up before I eat with the rest of the school might be a good idea. I don't know how I would look after running all afternoon, and the windows weren't the best at showing the whole reflection. I walked into the bathroom and the crying suddenly came to a stop; probably because the ghost heard me enter. I dropped my shoes on the floor by the sink looking at myself in the mirror. I ended up splashing some water on my face and fixing my hair that was in disarray.

I heard a stall door slam open, and someone shout a spell which was followed by a flash of light and a ghostly scream. I looked in the mirror and saw Pansy. Her eyes were puffy and red, sore from crying I guessed because her mascara had ringed around her eyes. Crap, I really don't want to be in the same room as an upset Pansy especially if she's blocking me from getting to the door and if she is giving me death glares as if this was entirely my fault.

The air in the room suddenly turned colder, as if a ghost had passed through me. My mind was working quickly, thinking of any possible ways to elude her. I could open the chamber and escape inside but revealing it felt like it would be exposing a hidden side to me. I still felt my wand on rubbing against my thigh in its holding strap. At least I remembered to bring it with me, not that I know that many offensive spells.

"You little bitch." Pansy snarled at me. "I told you to stay away from him!" I put my hands up to show her that I wasn't here to fight her, but every step she took told me that it wasn't working.

"I didn't do anything. Honestly."

"And now he's left me for some ignorant little miss perfect, filled only with sunshine." Her words were acid.

"Wait. Draco left you? When?" Shut up mouth. Next time, please communicate with the brain so we won't regret what you just said. That wasn't the best thing to say to her at the moment. I bit my lip from talking anymore because I knew that I would probably say something about how Draco seemed happier. Pansy stepped right up to me and slapped me across the face, smiling as her hand struck me. I was stunned out of my thoughts. I grabbed my jaw and massaged my cheek. I had to grab the sink behind me to prevent me from punching her in the face. It didn't hurt terribly because she didn't have the muscles behind her words, and I knew that I would. If I hit her; presuming that I didn't knock her out, she would probably do something much worse with her wand. The best thing I could do mow was turn the other cheek.

"Just wait Nadira," Pansy sneered, the smile brought dark sparkles to her eyes. I have met the real Pansy. "Wait until the Dark Lord finds out about you, then the ray of sunshine you bring to this world will be out." I could see in her eyes that she would love to see me suffer; I guess Blaise wasn't just paranoid about suspicious looking people.

"I didn't tell him to leave you, so I don't know why you are taking this out on me. Besides I'm not scared of you or your 'Dark Lord'." I added air quotes. Surprisingly I was being truthful about not being scare of her. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Besides if I die I know that I can come back and haunt her as a ghost. I also know for a fact that there are laws against killing people so I don't think she will try it; not today at least.

Pansy scowled at me, but I refused to be crushed by her glare. I held her gaze without wavering. Her dark eyes held a fire sparked by anger. If she was so eager to go to hell why not take a trip down there. I could see her being swallowed up by the flames, eating at her flesh and her ice coated heart. Suddenly I heard a piercing scream. Immediately I was pulled out of my dark thoughts. Pansy was doubled over holding her chest as if she was trying to protect herself. Panting heavily she looked up at me through her hair.

"What did you do?"She hissed through her teeth. I looked at her, puzzled. It was as if she was accusing me for causing her to scream in pain like.

"Nothing" I defended myself. Before I knew it Pansy whipped out her wand and circled it around her head, sending a flash of white light towards me. The spell hit me and I was hurtled against the wall behind me. As I hit the mirrors they shattered. The vibrations led to the rest of glass shattering and tinkering to the floor. I was completely immobilized from the blow against the broken mirrors. A grey hazed started to form around my eyes, threatening me to become unconscious but I blinked it away. Pansy smiled and flicked her wand again. I was release from the hold on the wall; gravity took control again and sent me crashing to the ground. The strength I had left to push myself off of the ground was weakened every time I tried to lift myself up. My hands and my feet began to bleed from the shards of glass the embedded themselves into my skin every time I moved.

"Next time I'll keep my shoes on." I whispered weakly to myself. I gave up yet another attempt to push myself off of the ground, hitting the ground hard because I slipped on the glass. I laughed at the irony of me thinking of shoes at a time like this. I may not be little miss sunshine but that doesn't mean I need to be threatened by a storm.

A warm liquid ran down the back of my neck, streaming into a puddle on the floor. 'It's going to take a while to get the blood out of my hair not to mention this dress' I thought, again laughing not even worrying about Pansy walking around me. She kicked shards of glass in my direction every step.

"Think that's fun?" Pansy said sweetly, a malevolent sparkle to her voice. I tried to get up again but this time she stepped over me pushing back down with her foot back to the floor. Her foot was pressed hard on my back enabling me to move.

"I heard that someone like long hair. And if that's really all he cares about then why should I let him look at you." I felt her pulled my head back with my hair. I heard a cutting noise and realised what she was doing. She sliced through the last bit of hair which sent my forehead crashing to the ground. She dropped a single broken piece of the mirror and sprinkled my hair on the ground beside my face.

The grey stones were now lined with streaks of red; anymore and my blood would be running along the floor to the drain. "Since I'm not allowed to use the Cruciatus Curse, which would be good for you, I guess that I'll just have to use another one." Note to self if I'm ever threatening someone use bigger words to sound more impressive. Another laugh quiet escaped my lips, but it was the last sound that came from my lips.

I heard a giggle coming from somewhere but I couldn't see where. It felt like a pair of hands had wrapped themselves tightly around my throat. I tried clawing at the hands around my throat but I only cut into my own flesh with my nails. In the steel grip around my neck cut off all air ways. My lungs screamed for air but I knew that there would be no chance of getting any. The glass still cut into my flesh, but dying from the inside felt far worse. I gasped for more air but it never came. My vision started to become clouded; a white haze started creeping in.

Everything that was around me started to look like a dream. I knew that I didn't want to go to sleep but it seemed a lot easier and less painful than to hold on, especially since the only thing to hold on to was the glass shards on the floor that cut into my skin. I saw a red flash and heard another scream. The iron grip was released but my lungs felt as if they had already decided to give up. My ragged breathing was echoing in my ears.

"Hold on Tatiana!" The voice was no louder than whisper. It was impossible to keep my eyes focused on the face of my rescuer. His blond hair fell into his silver eyes as he pulled me up into his arms. My eyes started to flutter close; his face was the last image before everything went black.

From the darkness I could feel nothing but cold. A tingle started to form in my fingers; soon it started crawling up my hands. I felt someone else holding my hand, I grabbed it tight not willing to let go of my only sense of feeling. The hand in return held on like I was the hope left in Pandora's Box. The tingle crept all throughout my body, warmth chasing away the cold. I was now aware of my surroundings. The voices in the room became clearer and they broke through the last of my dream state.

"Tatiana." My eyes fluttered open, the white light from the window illuminated the handsome face of my blond rescuer. He brushed aside a few strands of hair that had fallen in front of my face. He smiled as my eyes finally focused on his face.

"You promised that I could be the damsel this time." I said weakly, a smile breaking out on my face. He suddenly pulled me off my pillows and held me tightly in a hug. If almost dying ended up with the real Draco, then I might consider it more often. I heard someone cough and it brought us, unfortunately, back to this room. I looked around to notice that Blaise was also beside my bed. I smiled at him. I sat up too quickly making the room spin. My hands automatically went to my head to try and stop the spinning. My hands were wrapped in bandages, I stiffly tried moving my fingers, my hands were still healing and there felt like there was still some glass inside the cuts. My hair fell in my face so I ran my fingers through my hair to be able to see better. I stopped when I realised that my hair was not at its usual length. I ran my fingers through my hair again testing its length this time. I could see the ends of my hair near my jaw. I felt like a part of me was missing because my long hair was gone. If I had done it to myself I would have had at least some time to say goodbye first. But Pansy… she was really going to regret messing with Tatiana Nadira. Humiliation was her goal and it cut more deeply than the real scars.

I went to push myself back so that I would be sitting up against the pillows when I notice. I moved back without my hands slowly working my way back so I could rest against the pillows. Everything hurt and it took a lot of energy to simply stay awake.

"How long was I asleep for?" I asked putting my condition mildly. I felt both of my hands being held this time. I looked back to find both Slytherins gently holding my hands as if I was about to fall down on the ice.

"About a day" Blaise finally answered my question. I looked at Draco who had black circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept for a few days. I noticed that Blaise had similar circles under his eyes, though they were less noticeable on his dark skin.

Blaise suddenly punched Draco hard in the shoulder.

"Ow!" Draco exclaimed surprised. "What was that for?" I giggled and the mood lightened. Blaise also wound his arm back and mimicked punching me in the shoulder. I raised an eyebrow at him questionably.

"That's for the unnecessary prank that you two pulled." I gave him an innocent look. "As soon as I saw that dress I knew it was you." He pointed to the dress that I was wearing; luckily it was no longer covered in blood. "I would take revenge if we weren't in here when I found out."

"You can't take revenge on revenge Blaise." I said smiling feeling tired again.

"I told you to tell me if she awoke!" A shrill voice called, followed by the rushing footsteps of Madam Pomfrey. Her voice woke me up instantly. She pushed past Draco and set up many vials of potions on my bedside table.

I started playing with my hair, seeing if pulling it would help it grow faster. "Don't fuss over that my dear, if you want we can make it grow back." Madam Pomfrey said kindly. I nodded my head vigorously. She started handing me vial after vial. Some of the potions weren't that bad like the one that tasted like bubblegum, but others made me gag and didn't quite agree with my system. After a few potions I noticed my hair growing until it was its full length again.

"This last one will put you to sleep, but because of its function, you may have weird dreams." Great! That's another thing that I don't need to be worrying about right now. Maybe I'll be lucky and have normal dreams for once. I downed the potion, breathing in deeply knowing that I rarely had good luck, getting one last look at Draco before another nightmare hit me.

I sat in my chair facing the room in front of me, imbeciles, all of them. I wouldn't let my gaze on any one of them for longer than a second, any longer and I might just kill them for boring me. They presented their arms to me but nothing else. I uninterestedly waved away the crowd of followers that I had recently summoned. Worthless excuses for wizards, they will however be good as pawns on the front lines.

I gently stroked my snake, whose head was in my lap, with my long fingernails. The rest of her body was coiled around my neck, humming contentedly. "If only my servants were as loyal as you my precious." I murmured to my pet. The snake slithered off of my shoulders onto the floor. She looked back at me, inviting me to follow her. She led me down several hallways as if she knew a question that need to be answered was somewhere in this house. She stopped at a door. I knew what door this was and who was inside it. I also knew the question that Nagini had pulled from my mind.

I pushed open the door, not bothering to knock.

"There better be a good reason that you have come to disturbed me." An unimpressed toned voice came from other side of the room. Chantelle was sitting by the bay window, the curtains wide open and the sun shone in. With a flick of my wand the room was immerged in darkness like the rest of the house. I heard her sigh sounding a little disappointed. Why Chantelle wasn't afraid of me made it a challenge for me to gain power over her. Everyone else was weak and obliged or else they ended up dead. Either way it didn't matter, but this interested me. I would eventually find her weakness and then she would be mine.

"Is there a reason for your visit? Because I would say that I have more important things to do. Then again I don't know what is more fun: talking with you or being trapped inside this room." She laughed to herself. She folded her arms across her chest facing me, again not an ounce of fear in her eyes.

"I am questioning if I made an error with a spell many years ago." She looked disinterested. "A connection charm that would have bound you to me but it seems not to have worked." She narrowed her eyes, and then something unusual happened: she smiled. She looked down and saw Nagini coiling around her ankles.

"I'll give you a hint then." I dismissed her demeaning tone. "When did you cast this spell?" I thought back to the night. My thoughts were interrupted when she continued. "Since you haven't figured it out yet I'm just going to tell you." She stepped over Nagini and went to face the fire again, this time unable to face me.

"The spell you casted would've been transferred to the child." Her voice cracked no doubted thinking of her dead son, pointless emotions. "And before you dismiss this, you should wait to hear the rest of it. Judging by the spell you cast, if I remember correctly because I'm not a heavy sleeper, that connection mostly likely would've made you more powerful but now it won't work because your son is dead." I could see a single tear glisten on her cheek.

I left her alone in the room. Now I have to find a way to get that power back.

I sat up quickly in my bed; it took me everything I had not to scream because I really don't want to wake up Madam Pomfrey. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered that dream. More knowledge that I'm not supposed to dwell on. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes trying to get all of this new information trapped inside the box at the back of my mind. It didn't work as well as I hoped because I came to a conclusion; several in fact but I'm trying my best not to think about them. One thought that is safe to know is that whoever that guy is the guys with the snake and skull tattoos are his followers. Any person marked with one of those tattoos will bring most likely my death. I hope it's not too late to see Dumbledore, because he told me to come and see him if I get another dream. I looked out the window, but I couldn't see anything but dark rain clouds.

I slipped on my shoes and quietly tiptoed out of the hospital wing. Let's hope Madam Pomfrey doesn't decide to check up on me tonight. I was no longer covered in bandages but I could faintly see some red scars. My feet were still a little tender but I bore through the pain. I only managed to make it around the corner before someone grabbed me tightly around the middle.

I was flung over a shoulder and was carried in the opposite way I had planned to go. I looked up and saw a head with platinum blond hair, and I only knew of one person with that colour of hair.

"Draco what are you doing?" I yelled at him in a whisper. I still had no idea what time it was, so I guessed that it would be best to play it safe.

"Kidnapping you"

"I guessed that much… where are you taking me?"

"You'll see." There are times that I hate surprises. Is this one of those times? I don't know. From upside down it was harder to tell where we were going but I caught the general idea. After going down a flight of stairs and past the Great Hall he finally put me back on my own two feet. I staggered slightly because of the blood that had rushed to my head. Draco held me up and waited until steadied before grabbing my hand and leading me outside.

"What are we doing out here?" from the cool temperature I knew that it was well past curfew. Draco held up one finger, signalling me to wait one second. Suddenly there was a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning. Cold drops started to fall on my head and bear arms. It was cold but I embraced it, holding my arms out wide catching as much rain as I could. I smiled up at the sky twirling in a circle, finally something I know. Rain began to pour down soaking through my clothes and making my hair hang heavily and stick to my skin. Draco smiled as if he himself had planned the rain to start.

"May I have this dance?" He bowed. I giggled, stopped spinning and quickly accepted holding the skirt of my dress out with my fingers as I gave him a curtsey. I gave him my hand and he pulled me in so that I was pressed up against him. He first twirled me around his finger then snapped me back in. I laughed gleefully, throwing my head back. This was perfect.

He held my waist tightly, holding me up as he steered me. My feet slid in the puddles numbing my toes. I knew it might take a while to get the mud off of my legs but really a little dirt never killed anyone.

"You know what would make this even better?" I asked him smiling at him and his beautiful face. It was more of a question to myself, but I gave him time to answer. His blond hair was matted against his head, giving him, even if possible, a sexier look. Plus, his white shirt clung to his chest highlighting its features.

"If we had music" Draco answered. He then proceeded to pull something out of his back pocket. From the moonlight that was peering through the clouds I could see very well that he was holding my iPod.

"Music?" he asked while holding a headphone out to me. I quickly put it in my ear but covered my iPod with my hand. Draco pulled my hand away and intertwined his fingers around mine. 'It's going to get wet!' I exclaimed in my head, but the way Draco was looking at me I could tell that he had already fixed that. He began to scroll through the songs, when I grabbed back my iPod. This time I am going to make sure that he doesn't have it; it's the only sense of normality that I have left plus I had the perfect song. I hit play and put my iPod inside my shirt: a custom made pocket if you will. The pitter-patter of the rain added perfectly to the song: All About Us by He is We.

Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance
I'll spin you around won't let you fall down
Would you let me lead? You can step on my feet
Give it a try, it'll be alright

The room's hush hush and now's our moment.
Take it in, feel it all and hold it
Eyes on you, eyes on me.
We're doing this right.

'Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love
Spotlight's shining it's all about us it's all about us
It's oh, oh, all
About uh, uh, us
And every heart in the room will melt
This is a feeling I've never felt
But it's all about us

Suddenly I'm feeling brave
Don't know what's got into me
Why I feel this way
Can we dance, real slow?
Can I hold you, real close?

The room's hush hush and now's our moment
Take it in, feel it all and hold it
Eyes on you, eyes on me we're doing this right

Do you hear that love? They're playing our song
Do you think we're ready? Oh I'm really feeling it
Do you hear that love? Do you hear that love?

Do you hear that love? They're playing our song
Do you think we're ready yet? Love I'm really feeling it
Do you hear that love? Do you hear that love?

The rain had not stopped and it continued to pour down on us as we danced slowly to the song. I hope Madam Pomfrey has a potion to heal pneumonia, but I want to stay here as long as I can. Being here with Draco could be the only thing I need, especially because there is not a glimpse of fear in his eyes, just pure happiness. He pushed the wet hair that clung to my face, brushing his fingers all the way through to the back of my head. He began pulling me closer, this time there were no games. I knew what he was doing and a smile crept on my face as I closed the remaining distance between us, my fingers tangling in his hair; our lips finally touching.

Authors' Note: OMG they finally kissed! And it only took them 25 chapters. The next chapter will be continuing this scene just for a heads up plus we get to see some of the other characters. Honestly, we want to know how many people put themselves in Tatiana's shoes (guilty on our side), and pretend that you're her. You guys know Tatiana… so can anyone guess what her and her mouth are going to say next? What will happen? I hope you guys got the hints from the dream because that was a major one. I hope you guys fully understand everything about our story. If not just ask and we'll answer it next chapter. And the title doesn't only point out the obvious… can you figure it out? Until then, Review.

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