Based on the book 'Faces in a Mirror' - It's how a girl finds a mirror that shows you in a different light, it showed her as a boy, who was good at sports (she hated it) and her opposite, but not in looks, just in background. It's a rubbish book but I liked the idea so I adapted it, there are only two OC's in this story, or possibly just one, you'll understand later why everything goes the way it does.
So for now, please read and enjoy!
It was two weeks into the Summer Holidays and Harry found himself perched in one of the new apple trees in the Dursley's back garden. He sent regular letter to the Order though it did him little good, if it was hard to communicate last summer then now it was impossible. According to Hermione, about the only one who told him anything, Snape had told Dumbledore that Voldemort now know of the Order's whereabouts though he didn't know how.
Harry sighed, his in drifted off the topic it had been on all the time so far this summer and onto his deceased Godfather. The same one whose life he'd saved not so long ago and seen so little of in the following year. He had dreamed of living with him and away form the petty excuse for a family known as 'The Dursley's', and to some extent he had, he had lived under Sirius' roof and Sirius had been there, that was last summer.
Throughout his fifth year had engaged himself in private, stolen talks with Sirius, told him everything and this had gotten worse. Voldemort had taken advantage of him, strung him along to believe that Sirius, his only family link besides Remus, had been captured and was being tortured. It had all been a lie, a ploy to entice Harry away from school and more importantly, away form Dumbledore. It had worked and now Sirius was dead because of him, he had fallen through a mysterious veil in the Ministry of Magic, a place he should never have been, especially with his 'criminal' record, according to Fudge.
He missed his Godfather terribly, the bad jokes, the lopsided grin. The optimism, the boyish 'I-will-defy-all-rules' attitude and more importantly, Sirius was the closest thing Harry had ever had to a father. He had been his dad's best friend, sure there was Remus but, it just wasn't the same.
Harry sighed, looking up once more hopefully for any sign of Hedwig, but yet again there was none, pity. He clambered out of the tree and trudged back into the house, he kicked off his boots and looked around; the house was still, Mr Dursley, his uncle Vernon, was at a meeting, Mrs Dursley, his aunt Petunia, was out doing some shopping and Dudley, his cousin, was out with his gang, which wasn't unusual.
In fact, the Dursley's prided each other on being a perfectly normal family, living in a perfectly normal house, situated in a perfectly normal area on the only inhabited planet in their galaxy. They didn't believe in magic, or wizards, or witched or dragons, or giants or even, Lord Voldemort. Harry had come to accept this, like wizarding was in his blood, normality was in that of the Dursley's.
He was often left to roam the house along, as long as he cooked satisfactory meals and didn't make a mess. In fact, if you looked around the house you would know that Mr Dursley lived here, his pipe laid gently on the mantle piece and his slippers tucked safely away in the cupboard. You would see that Mrs Dursley lived here, her long thin nightgown hung neat and pressed upon a coat hanger on her bedroom door, waiting for her return. You would see that Dudley lived here, a whole room stacked full of toys, broken or not, or soon to be and just enough room for a bed.
You would see a family lived here, individual, group and other family member photos were littered at strategic points about the house, carefully planned and placed by aunt Petunia. However, the only evidence that another boy, namely Harry, lived here, was a small left over room, with a small, scratchy bed, a couple of loose floorboards, and a mattress in the cupboard under the stairs.
Harry decided he would go out, however he would not be able to again enter the house till one of the Dursley's were back, he didn't have a key of his own. His loving uncle had said that he would probably give it to some stranger, as though Harry was that much of an idiot. Uncle Vernon's next argument was that he might loose it, Harry said 'But I could use magic to help me find it' well that's what he'd try to say.
The word 'magic' or anything related to it was forbidden in the Dursley household and his uncle had begun to shout at Harry, Dudley had leaned in closer, a smug grin on his face. Needless to say, that had been the end of that.
Harry closed the door behind him as he left and began to stroll leisurely through the streets to the local park. He sat on one of the swings in the deserted children's playground and rocked back and forth, his hands gripping the metal chains as his mind chased different thoughts around inside his head.
He sighed again and looked up at the sound of shouting, the sky was dark and the air was growing colder, he had not realised how late it had gotten. He looked up and was met by the grinning face his cousin and his oh so wonderful gang, "Hello cuz," Dudley drawled, much in the manor of Draco Malfoy and Harry had to laugh out loud at the idea of Dudley being anything like Draco Malfoy.
"What are you laughing at you little runt," Dudley roared and raised his fist, it connected solidly with Harry's jaw and Harry toppled over backwards. His legs were tangled in the chains and his back and backside ached from where they had slammed into the ground.
He groaned, "What was that for?" He demanded sitting up and kicked his legs, trying to free them.
"For being such a pathetic looser, you're nothing but a punch bag," one of Dudley's fatter friends boasted and came up and pressed his foot on Harry's chest.
Harry winced, "Get off," he told the boy, shoving his foot off and finally getting one of his legs free.
"How about we not," another said and threw a rock that connected with Harry's head just above his left eye causing a small cut.
"How about you do," Harry insisted scrambling to his feet.
"Don't order us around you freak," Dudley commanded, and threw a punch at Harry's stomach, Harry's senses hadn't dulled, Dudley had gotten faster. What was in his mouth departed in a flying ball as Harry doubled over in pain, his arms were wrapped around his stomach.
"Again," another boy cried jubilantly, taking pleasure in Harry's plane.
"Alright," Dudley smirked and Harry could just see Malfoy smirking down at him 'What's the matter Potter, can't handle it?' no, Harry could handle it, he was better than Malfoy. Dudley's knee came up and Harry reeled backwards falling onto his back, his glasses askew and the world slightly blurred.
The beating carried on into the night until finally Dudley got bored and went home, his friends separating at 'The Gang's corner', or so it had come to be known as.
Harry groaned, bruises littered his body and there were cuts on his forehead and arms, he sat up, "Did that hurt?" he looked up sharply, there was a figure sitting on one of the swings, bathed in a black cloak, the little light from the moon did not creep under it.
He didn't answer but turned and made to walk away, "Answer me Potter, did that hurt?" he turned.
"How do you know my name?" he demanded, rubbing his aching right arm with his left hand. The figure began to rock back and forth much as he had done a while ago.
"Did it hurt Potter?" she asked, Harry growled, this was annoying, what was it with this person, girl (judging form the sound of her voice), she was like a broken record.
"What are you, a broken record?" he asked.
"Answer me Potter, did that hurt?" he thought about it and now that he did the pain wasn't there, he looked at his arms, the bruises and cuts were gone.
"No," he breathed, blinking in surprise. "How?" he looked at her thinking she might have an answer.
"Special things happen to special people Potter," she said and stood up, moving towards him, he saw on the hood of the cape there was an emblem a silver snake with a golden lion's tail tuft at the end of its scaled tail.
"Who are you?"
"Someone you know very and not so well," she said, there was something about her voice that reminded him of something but he didn't know what.
He walked towards her, limping slightly from a twisted ankle, "How do you know my name?" he was right in front of her now, she stood up, they were an exact match in height and yet he could not see inside the hood.
"I don't," she replied simply.
"But you called me Potter," was Harry's defence, looking angrily at where he estimated her eyes would be.
"I know you by that name along, what is your first name?" she asked, her voice calm and soothing, intoxicating.
"Harry," he replied without thinking, he saw an image of his mothers face cooing above him, he saw what must have been his hands and a cute gurgling noise.
"Lily?"
"James, look at him, he's our son, our Harry,"
Wait, why am I remembering this? Then he felt it, soft and so light it was barely noticeable, but someone was prying at his mind. Voldemort!
"Not Voldemort Harry," the girl said and he looked at her as her hand came up and brushed some of his hair away from his face.
"You," he breathed.
"That's right Harry, me, you, us," the last word was a hiss and Harry understood, Parseltongue. He reached up to remove her hood, pulled it down and nearly stumbled back at what he saw, it was almost like looking in a mirror. He remembered where he heard that voice before; it was his own, except softer, more feminine.
His own emerald green eyes looked back at him, his own jet-black hair except slightly longer inching under her ears, they were pierced and had silver studs in them form which golden lightning bolts dangled. Lightning bolt! He looked at her forehead and…no…how? The same scar on her forehead as on Harry's own, in the same place except it was the wrong way round, the same way it was in a mirror.
"So now you see, but do you believe?" she asked looking him straight in the eye, her hands creeping round his neck, they felt slightly cold. Long, slender fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Believe in what?" he asked taking in a shuddering breath.
"The impossible," she hissed and he gulped her nose was pressed against his, "you're curious Harry, I can feel it."
It was dark, the stars were blocked out and the moon half clouded, a small wind rustled by and Harry gulped, leaning forward, his lips met hers and he felt an odd chilling sensation, it was light, nervous, naïve. He pulled away and she smirked, "Enjoy Chang," and then she just disappeared but it didn't seem as strange as it should, if she had Apparated there would have been a *crack* wouldn't there?
And what had she meant by "Enjoy Chang." Had she been talking about Cho? As in Cho Chang, as in the only other girl he had ever kissed.
She leaned towards him; he gulped and leaned in too his lips met hers clumsily, sliding about because of her tears. Her wet, cold cheeks pressed against his and her hands found his neck, pressing against him. The feel of her thin, Quidditch trained body pressed against him felt nice, but she was upset, she was seeking comfort, so he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She pulled away and her deep, sensuous black eyes met his sparkling, innocent green ones. "Thank-you Harry," she smiled and disentangled herself from him, she moved towards the door.
"Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?" he called after her taking a step towards her, a nervous look plastered to his features.
"No, I'll be fine, you're so sweet Harry," she smiled again and he blushed, his cheeks flushing a bright scarlet.
"Um...okay," he mumbled.
"See you tomorrow?" she asked, looking hopefully at him as she stood with the door open, he walked up to her and they walked out of the doorway.
"Yeh, tomorrow," Harry replied grinning, his cheeks still slightly red.
She smiled back through her watery eyes, "Okay, well, bye Harry," she pecked him on the cheek before hurrying to the Ravenclaw tower.
Harry closed the door to the Room of Requirement and watched it vanish before heading back to the Gryffindor Common room to join Ron and Hermione.
There it was again, that tingling feeling, a slightly less obvious one than the one Snape had used in his Occlumency training.
"I thought you'd gone," he called out.
"You're smarter than you look Potter," he heard her hiss, he whirled around but as far as he could see there was no one there.
"Where are you?" there was no response, he waited a good five minutes or maybe it was longer but when the Church bell in the distance struck 12:00 he knew he better head back to the Dursley's, wouldn't want them to worry too hard now would we?
Pairings :-
Harry x Cho
Harry x OC
Draco x Pansy
Draco x Ginny
Ron x Lavender
Remus x Hermione
Sirius x Bellatrix (Important role later)
Semus x Dean
If you have nay objections to any of these pairings or you have a suggestion them please tell me in a review!
Yours
Tabz