Harry Potter woke up brightly the next morning. He had thought so anyways.
It wasn't until he stepped out of bed that he realized he wasn't home. He
scanned the room that was once his dorm room, and found only a bluish
purple haze. Every time he would take a step, it would echo loudly in his
ear, making it impossible to think. He wanted to scream. Where was he?
Where was his dorm room? Where was Ron?
"WHERE AM I?!" He finally screamed. The room suddenly turned black; the deepest dark Harry had ever felt in his life. "Who's there?" asked Harry. The walls around him seemed to come alive, and suddenly, a tall man walked from the darkness. He lit a match, and the whole room swam with light. The room was very beautiful, with carvings in the walls and swirls of blues and reds. He looked at the man. He had long black hair and very bright green eyes. "Who are you?" Asked Harry to the man. "I 'am you, Harry. Well, you when your older anyways. See, this is a reflection room. Someone very dear to you has sent you away. They just wanted their space for a while.Some time to find themselves. As for you, I shall give you time to find YOU." Said the man, with a very small smile. Harry was very confused. "What do you mean, you are me? I'm me.. If you're me, then what am I when I grow up?" Harry asked him. "You grow up to be an Aurora, after Dumbledor dies. You never quite recover from his death though, as he was like a second father to you." Said the man. Harry was now sick to his stomach. Dumbledor is going to die? "Yes Harry. Your dear friend, will die of being stabbed in the back. Kind of how your situation is now." The man said sadly to Harry. Harry looked at the floor. Who was doing this? "Who is doing this to me?" Asked Harry aloud. "Only you know." Said the man. "But, your me!" Yelled Harry. "You must find it in yourself, if you ever want to see the world you live in again. Your friend is going through some difficult times, and he needs to know that you are his friend. He needs to know." The older Harry said; then he disappeared. Harry had so many questions. He was all alone, and he was lonely. He sat on the cold floor and thought to himself. Where was Ron? Who was this friend who stabbed me in the back? Another figure came from the darkness, but this time it did not show itself. "You'll never get out of here like that." Said the soft soothing voice. It was so familiar, yet so different at the same time. Harry looked up at the figure, but still could not figure out who it was. All he could see was the figure of a woman, with short hair; she was very slender, Harry could tell even under her robes.
"Who are you?" Harry asked her. "You don't know?" Said the voice; it sounded kind of bossy now. It suddenly hit Harry. Hermione. "Hermione! What's happening to me?" Harry asked her. She stepped out of the shadows. A very sad look was displayed on her face. "It is up to you to decide that young Harry. After Dumbledor died, you left us. Ron was furious, and I.I was there to comfort him. We had tried so hard to get you back, but you became crazy." Hermione said as a tear streamed down her face. He was so confused, and he didn't understand what was going on. "I don't understand! What does this have to do with me being stuck here?" Yelled Harry. "Haven't you ever wished that your life was different Harry?" Hermione said. This makes no sense, Harry thought to himself. Of course he had always wanted to change his life. He had always wished he could be Ron. Suddenly it occurred to him. Ron. RON! "Ron wished to have a different life?" Harry asked her trembling. Hermione just started at him. She seemed to freeze before his eyes, then her body vanished. From where Hermione was standing, came another figure. Harry could guess who this one was. The man walked out into the light, and looked at Harry. His eyes were sad; the same eyes Ron had always had. He was different though. He was very tall and thin. His hair was still bright red and very messy, and he had a goatee. "Harry.Harry.I' am a spirit guide of yours Harry. As is Hermione and Harry in adult forms. We watch after you, even when you don't know it. We aren't allowed to give you answers, just questions to ask yourself. We will also give you brief replays of your past, present and future" The adult version of Ron said. Harry was still very confused. "So why is this happening to me?" asked Harry, trying to keep calm. "Look into this." Ron said holding out a large red ball. It swirled like a crystal ball and Harry looked into it. He was sucked into it, and into a world very familiar to him. Harry and Ron where walking down Diagon Alley, when Harry stops to buy some new robes with a fresh bag of money. Ron blushes and asks for some second hand robes to try on. The mist around Harry swirls again, and he is transported to Hogwarts. He watched himself introduce himself in front of Professor Eris. The mist swirled again, and Harry found himself back in the room. "Ron is jealous of me." Said Harry at length. "No. Ron wants to be you." Said adult Ron sadly. "What has he done!?" Asked Harry angrily. "He asked Dumbledor what life would be like without you for a while. Dumbledor has given him one week to see whether he wants a life with you or without you. You are trapped in a time warp, and the only way to save yourself is to help him figure out who he is. If he decides to live without you, then your reality will be altered, and you will disappear. Thus, he will have no memory of you for the rest of eternity." Said Ron.
"WHY would he DO such a thing!?" asked Harry fiercely. Adult Ron just shrugged his shoulders, and evaporated, just as all his other spirit guards has done before. Harry thought about the questions and answers he had been given. He was going to die in here. There was no food, and no water. And how was he supposed to help Ron? He pondered on this for a while, when suddenly, the room seemed to burst into flames. The sound of glass breaking reached his ears, and Harry realized that three little glass balls the size of marbles where laying at his feet. He picked them up, and tried to escape the fire. After what seemed like forever, Harry had exhausted himself, and had inhaled too much smoke. He finally passed out.
"WHERE AM I?!" He finally screamed. The room suddenly turned black; the deepest dark Harry had ever felt in his life. "Who's there?" asked Harry. The walls around him seemed to come alive, and suddenly, a tall man walked from the darkness. He lit a match, and the whole room swam with light. The room was very beautiful, with carvings in the walls and swirls of blues and reds. He looked at the man. He had long black hair and very bright green eyes. "Who are you?" Asked Harry to the man. "I 'am you, Harry. Well, you when your older anyways. See, this is a reflection room. Someone very dear to you has sent you away. They just wanted their space for a while.Some time to find themselves. As for you, I shall give you time to find YOU." Said the man, with a very small smile. Harry was very confused. "What do you mean, you are me? I'm me.. If you're me, then what am I when I grow up?" Harry asked him. "You grow up to be an Aurora, after Dumbledor dies. You never quite recover from his death though, as he was like a second father to you." Said the man. Harry was now sick to his stomach. Dumbledor is going to die? "Yes Harry. Your dear friend, will die of being stabbed in the back. Kind of how your situation is now." The man said sadly to Harry. Harry looked at the floor. Who was doing this? "Who is doing this to me?" Asked Harry aloud. "Only you know." Said the man. "But, your me!" Yelled Harry. "You must find it in yourself, if you ever want to see the world you live in again. Your friend is going through some difficult times, and he needs to know that you are his friend. He needs to know." The older Harry said; then he disappeared. Harry had so many questions. He was all alone, and he was lonely. He sat on the cold floor and thought to himself. Where was Ron? Who was this friend who stabbed me in the back? Another figure came from the darkness, but this time it did not show itself. "You'll never get out of here like that." Said the soft soothing voice. It was so familiar, yet so different at the same time. Harry looked up at the figure, but still could not figure out who it was. All he could see was the figure of a woman, with short hair; she was very slender, Harry could tell even under her robes.
"Who are you?" Harry asked her. "You don't know?" Said the voice; it sounded kind of bossy now. It suddenly hit Harry. Hermione. "Hermione! What's happening to me?" Harry asked her. She stepped out of the shadows. A very sad look was displayed on her face. "It is up to you to decide that young Harry. After Dumbledor died, you left us. Ron was furious, and I.I was there to comfort him. We had tried so hard to get you back, but you became crazy." Hermione said as a tear streamed down her face. He was so confused, and he didn't understand what was going on. "I don't understand! What does this have to do with me being stuck here?" Yelled Harry. "Haven't you ever wished that your life was different Harry?" Hermione said. This makes no sense, Harry thought to himself. Of course he had always wanted to change his life. He had always wished he could be Ron. Suddenly it occurred to him. Ron. RON! "Ron wished to have a different life?" Harry asked her trembling. Hermione just started at him. She seemed to freeze before his eyes, then her body vanished. From where Hermione was standing, came another figure. Harry could guess who this one was. The man walked out into the light, and looked at Harry. His eyes were sad; the same eyes Ron had always had. He was different though. He was very tall and thin. His hair was still bright red and very messy, and he had a goatee. "Harry.Harry.I' am a spirit guide of yours Harry. As is Hermione and Harry in adult forms. We watch after you, even when you don't know it. We aren't allowed to give you answers, just questions to ask yourself. We will also give you brief replays of your past, present and future" The adult version of Ron said. Harry was still very confused. "So why is this happening to me?" asked Harry, trying to keep calm. "Look into this." Ron said holding out a large red ball. It swirled like a crystal ball and Harry looked into it. He was sucked into it, and into a world very familiar to him. Harry and Ron where walking down Diagon Alley, when Harry stops to buy some new robes with a fresh bag of money. Ron blushes and asks for some second hand robes to try on. The mist around Harry swirls again, and he is transported to Hogwarts. He watched himself introduce himself in front of Professor Eris. The mist swirled again, and Harry found himself back in the room. "Ron is jealous of me." Said Harry at length. "No. Ron wants to be you." Said adult Ron sadly. "What has he done!?" Asked Harry angrily. "He asked Dumbledor what life would be like without you for a while. Dumbledor has given him one week to see whether he wants a life with you or without you. You are trapped in a time warp, and the only way to save yourself is to help him figure out who he is. If he decides to live without you, then your reality will be altered, and you will disappear. Thus, he will have no memory of you for the rest of eternity." Said Ron.
"WHY would he DO such a thing!?" asked Harry fiercely. Adult Ron just shrugged his shoulders, and evaporated, just as all his other spirit guards has done before. Harry thought about the questions and answers he had been given. He was going to die in here. There was no food, and no water. And how was he supposed to help Ron? He pondered on this for a while, when suddenly, the room seemed to burst into flames. The sound of glass breaking reached his ears, and Harry realized that three little glass balls the size of marbles where laying at his feet. He picked them up, and tried to escape the fire. After what seemed like forever, Harry had exhausted himself, and had inhaled too much smoke. He finally passed out.