"Harry!" he heard Elora shout to him she got free from her mirrored-self for a moment, but was quickly caught again. He glanced into Elora's eyes, tears forming in her eyes. He could hear Elora's voice like a silent echo in his head, "Harry. Use your inner power to defeat your mirrored-self. Please Harry!", then Elora slowly begun to close her eyes and she and her mirrored-self faded from the mirror.
Harry's eyes narrowed and he looked into the eyes of his mirrored-self again pushing it away with all his might. "Inner power?" he whispered to himself, "What the heck did she mean?"
It soon clicked into his head, what Dumbledore had said to the both of them. "Inside every one of us lives a creature, a 'spirit' you would call it. It gives us the strength we need and with it our magic grows stronger."
Harry now knew what she meant; Inside Harry there was a spirit, just like Elora, a shadow of his true self. He had to find it. But how? Harry's mirrored-self reached inside its cloak andpulled out a long, dark, twin-bladed sword. Harry's eyes widened as the swords blade pulsated with an evil dark gray light.
It swung the sword at Harry. Harry ducked and looked up as the sword easily cut through the door behind him like butter. An eerie green glow shone through the crack of the door. Harry looked left and right, he had a decision to run for it, or face this creature, the mirrored-image of himself.
Harry's mirrored-image turned for another swipe at Harry. Harry ran behind it and tried to grab it, he decided to fight! He tried to place his arms around its neck, to put it into a sleeper, but Harry's hands just went right through it.
A deep laugh rang through Harry's head, "You cannot defeat me boy. Just relax; admit defeat and... DIE! DIE LIKE YOUR FAMILY DID!"
With those words, Harry's scar begun to pulsate a bright white light, "Don't you DARE talk about my family that way!"
Then as if Harry lost control of himself, his hands came together and a spiraling white light coiled up from his palms, and with a SNAP a sword appeared. The long blade had moving lights, like lightning, embedded into it. Its hilt and grip elegantly designed with lightning bolts.
Harry knew that this was his inner power. So without any more thoughts, he attacked his mirror-image. The mirror-image defended itself, and the two swords locked, black and white sparks flew between them. The mirror-image pushed Harry back. Harry stood where he was, unmoved, and forced the mirror-image back, it hit the door with a loud SLAM that echoed through the corridor.
Harry lunged at the image and impaled it through the stomach. The lightning bolts embedded from the blade shot through Harry's mirrored-image. A loud rumble echoed through the corridor and soon the reflection faded away, turning into dust on the floor.
With a sigh of relief Harry fell to his knees, catching his breath. He still held the sword. Harry looked at it, "This is awesome! I wonder where I'm gonna put it?" He then remembered, "Elora!" He stood straight up.
Before he knew it, he sheathed the sword into a scabbard that appeared at his side, and turned to the mirrored-door. The mirror rippled, he heard a clicking sound, and he reached for the door knob. The door knob turned by itself and the door swung open.
Continued: Chapter 10 - Ice-capades