Note: none of these characters belong to me. They are property of J.K. Rowling. It's not worth suing me, really.

Warning: This story will eventually contain SLASH of the Harry/Draco type. Please, no flaming.

Comments are welcomed though! Lemme know what you think, I know I still have a lot of work to do on it.

Chapter 2

The whole class stared at Harry in horror. He had stood up, and his eyes were opened and wide, suddenly his mouth snapped shut, a slow line of blood trickled down his chin as one of his teeth grazed his lip. He didn't even flinch. The potion on his arm glowed a soft green and started to soak into his skin.

Snape jumped up from his seat "Everyone step away from him! No one is to touch him!" he yelled, then looking at Malfoy "Draco, get the headmaster immediately. Tell him what has happened."

"Yes sir," Malfoy's reply came out almost as a whisper. He quickly got up and ran out of the classroom toward the headmaster's office. Longbottom! That bumbling idiot... that bloody failure of a wizard... if anything happens to Potter, I'll... I'll... He slowed down for a moment. Did I just think that? What the hell do I care for Potter? Potter's a bloody git. Potter... He thought about his green eyes and smirked despite himself. Those eyes... so soft, so... glazed over... Shit! SHIT! Malfoy sprinted down the hall as fast as he could until he finally reached the headmaster's office.

Within a few short minutes, the whole class had plastered themselves against the walls of the potions dungeon. All eyes were on Harry when Dumbledore and Malfoy entered the room.

"Severus, what stage is he in?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

Snape replied in a hurried but cold voice "second stage... he is now touchable, the potion is fully absorbed. The mirror effect should be starting...."

His last few words were cut off by the dull thud Harry's body made as it hit the floor.

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Harry was alone in the dark. "Hello?" No answer. What is going on? What the hell happened to me? He tried to remember that day, but only bits and pieces of potions class swirled in his mind. The potion... Harry looked down at his arm and saw that it was slightly glowing green. An amusing little thought about glowing in the dark was flashing across his mind, when suddenly he gasped.

A form was materializing in front of him, he could feel his heart beating faster as the form took shape. A few seconds later he was standing face to face with... himself.

Or at least, it seemed like him. He was the same height- the same age, but something was different about him... The real Harry stared into the other boy's face. His hair was jet black with hints of blue, just like raven feathers, and Harry supposed it was just as soft... it was longer, more in his eyes... which were much brighter, and he didn't have glasses. He seemed... alluring. He wore a sly little smirk, seemingly unvexed by the situation as he looked back at Harry.

Harry's mouth opened and closed as he tried to find his words "you...you're me!" he croaked out.

"Of course I am" came the reply, (he even sounded like Harry) "who else would I be, you idiot of a Gryffindor?"

Harry blinked twice. Idiot of a Gryffindor? That's when he noticed what exactly his mirror form was wearing.

"You're a... I'm a... a... Slytherin!!"

"Again, this should not be a shock. I hadn't realized I was that dense..." the other boy was beginning to look a bit bored.

Harry scrunched his face up in confusion. "So... you're my true self?"

Harry's mirror form rolled his eyes and straightened up. He then began talking as if reciting from a book: "I am your true self. I am not who you are meant to be, or will be, but who you are inside. I am not an alter ego, I am you, blah blah blah... and you can stop gawking at my uniform like that. You know you would have done well in Slytherin. And you know your favourite colour is really green, not red like you tell everyone, so don't start with me."

Harry just stared at him, not wanting to believe what was happening. "Then, wait a minute... why don't you have glasses?"

The other Harry sighed. "Out of all the things you could ask me, you pick that as a question."

The real Harry shifted nervously and nodded.

"Fine then. I am wearing glasses. Obviously, I can't do anything that you can't, it's just that you for some reason have not yet discovered your talent for transfiguration. I transformed my glasses into contacts. Simple. As. That."

"You know," (Harry was getting a little bolder) "I don't recall ever being this rude. Are you sure you're not my evil twin or something?"

"Excuse me? You ignored my existence for seventeen years, and then you wake me up out of nowhere to ask silly little questions. And just because I'm ... ahem... we are Slytherin does not make us evil or cruel, so stop thinking that. I'm simply in a bad mood."

"I'm a Gryffindor." Harry said through gritted teeth.

"You know the truth, but suit yourself. Although if you had let the sorting hat put you where it wanted to... you'd be close to Malfoy."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what I mean. You fancy boys.... especially that blonde haired- silver eyed sexy little dev-"

"What?!?" Harry interrupted him. "Are you insane? I don't like boys! Do I? No, no! Wait... I don't! Malfoy?! No way!"

Harry's mirror self started to snicker. "Oh, goodbye then."

"Wait, what?! Where are you going? I'm not done yet!"

"Sorry," the other boy shrugged, "antidote. But don't you worry, I'll be seeing you again... very soon."

"Antidote?" Harry looked very confused as his 'true self' disappeared into the darkness. "But, I don't..."

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When Harry's eyes finally fluttered open, the first things they saw were Ron and Hermoine.

"Ha-Harry?" whispered Hermoine, "Are you feeling alright?"

He smiled weakly in response. "What happened to me?" He was surprised at how strained his voice sounded.

"Well," she started off slowly, "you got some of the fiduciaserum on you..."

"I know that 'Moine, what else happened? Why are you looking at me like that?"

This time it was Ron's turn to speak. "Well mate, you look sort of... different you know?" Ron smirked.

"No, I don't know."

"I'd better... I'll get a mirror" Hermoine said, rushing away. Is she blushing? What the hell is going on?

"I mean, it's really not that bad Harry, it's just... we can't change anything, I mean, if you even wanted to that is."

"Where are my glasses?" He asked as he put a hand to his face.

"Well, you started to scream every time we tried to put them on, so McGonagall transfigured them into confracts for you..."

"ConTACTS" Hermoine yelled from across the room.

Harry cringed, he didn't like the idea of someone else's fingers touching his eyes. Why does this seem so familiar? He was still pitifully confused when Hermoine came back with a mirror. She held it up to him with a tinge of pink in her cheeks, and when he saw his reflection he gasped.

The clouds lifted slowly... Who? It was him! Not, him him... but his 'true self'! He looked exactly like him... self. He reached one hand up to touch his hair, so I was right, he thought with a smile. Soft as feathers... Just then he saw something flash in the mirror. He stared hard at his reflection and slowly opened his mouth. His canines were pointy, not long... just- unusually pointy. He looked up at his friends, horrified.

"Um, Harry... Dumbledore said that your true self must have a sense of humor." Hermoine shrugged, she was referring to his teeth, no doubt. "Well, if it helps you, I think they're sexy-uh... uh, cute." She turned bright red again.

Harry chose to ignore her last comment. "How long have I been... asleep?"

"A week and a half" they replied in unison.

He sat in his hospital bed not speaking for a little while, then he sighed. "Is there anything else I should know about all of this?"

Ron and Hermoine stared at each other, their eyebrows raised. "Well," Ron said, "just that youhavethemarkofSlytherinhousesoeveryoneknowsyoubelongthere. See? That's not so bad is it?"

"Excuse me?"

Ron got a light slap on the arm from Hermoine, she turned to Harry and gave him an apologetic look, "He said: you have the mark of Slytherin house on your arm. Evidently the potion left an interesting small green scar... and now everyone knows you truly belong in Slytherin..."

Harry shook his head quickly and looked down at his arm, there was no mark. "No, See? There's nothing..." His heart sank as he saw the outline of a small snake slowly start to glow green. "...there..." He broke off, feeling utterly defeated.

Ron and Hermoine both looked miserable for him, "we're really sorry Harry, it really isn't that bad though..."

"And how would you know?! How do I fix this?!" he barked. Harry never barked. He looked pleadingly towards Hermoine... Surely the head girl would know what to do?

"I don't really know Harry, I'm sorry. I haven't found anything on the reversal of the potion's effects. You'll have to ask Snape..."

"Fine." And with that he sat back against his pillows in a huff, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring into space. Fine, I'll talk to Snape tomorrow then.

Shortly after his friends left, he drifted off to sleep, oblivious of how completely adorable he looked.