Thanks goes to my three reviewers and my wonderful beta Momo-chan, who notices everything that my sleep deprived mind doesn't.

Chapter 2- Distorted Image

It took no small amount of persuasion to get Snape to lend them his books, as well as give them leads to where some of Salazar Slytherin's private texts were to be found. Professor Snape's hatred for Harry had lessened over the years due to how closely together they had worked to bring about Voldemort's demise, but that didn't mean that Snape wouldn't occasionally make his life difficult. Thus, despite Snape's attempt to be civil, the Potion Master's snarkiness remained undiluted.

"I have told you all I know, now leave Mr. Potter. Obviously the training as an auror has done nothing to diminish the size of your head if you believe that you can be more thorough then the Hogwarts staff." Professor Snape sneered.

Harry sighed, "It has nothing to do with thoroughness Professor Snape. I don't doubt your abilities, but if I can be of any help, I'll try my best. Thank you for lending me your texts, I better return to the tower."

"Yes, you better return before Black decides to come fetch you like the mutt he is." Snape replied, but his words held no edge.

Harry smiled. On his way out of Snape's rooms, Harry passed by a small mirror hanging on the wall. He froze for a moment and swayed slightly. Snape frowned at this.

"Potter?"

Without further warning, Harry collapsed to the floor. Snape rushed to the fallen man and turned him over, wavering slightly when he saw Harry's eyes. They were frozen open, staring dully into space.

"What is wrong with you Potter?" Snape asked, his expression darkening when he received not even a blink as a response. Swiftly, he stalked over to the fireplace and threw in some floo powder.

"Headmaster's office!" he called out.

"What can I do for you Severus?" The headmaster asked from the fireplace.

"Mr. Potter seems to have chosen this moment to grace me with a fainting spell. I shall bring him immediately to the hospital wing."

"That is most unusual. I will join you shortly." With that, the connection was broken.

Snape cast a levitating charm on the Boy Who Lived and headed towards the hospital wing. The portraits were all murmuring, pointing at Harry's floating body and vacant expression. Severus Snape frowned, knowing very well that Harry wasn't one to faint. Furthermore, aurors weren't known to faint. Snape pushed the thought of teasing Potter about it aside. No one knew what was wrong with the boy yet, thus he couldn't be certain that the boy would recover. Also, he had to take in to consideration the fact that Black would surely assume that this was his fault and try to kill him. Not that this was anything new.

From the mirrors, a dark shadow hissed softly at them.

"Come to us. Arise and join me."

Harry's vacant eyes were turned to the direction of the soft voice.

"Come and join me... We are the same, you and I."

Snape snapped his head to Harry's direction when he felt his levitation charm being thrown off. He watched in shock as Harry stood up and opened his mouth, the only sound escaping it a soft hiss.

"I answer your call."

Harry started to walk past Snape, who had his wand warily pointing towards Harry.

"What do you think you are doing Potter?" Snape asked him, but it fell on deaf ears. Harry continued to walk, showing no sign of having heard. Snape quickly analysed his surroundings and noticed a darkened mirror. He destroyed it with a shattering spell, but it had no effect. An outside force was still controlling Harry Potter's motions.

"Impedimenta!" Snape cried out. But Harry simply turned around, lifted his hand and repelled the jinx with a shielding charm.

"Wandless magic." Snape murmured to himself, his face impassive. Potter was always full of surprises.

Some of the paintings, instead of sitting back and watching the action, had decided to go get the Headmaster as well as Sirius. The paintings quickly led them to where Snape was still throwing curses at Harry and Harry was throwing them off without using his wand.

"What the hell do you think you're doing to my godson?" Sirius cried out. Ready to tackle Snape, but the Headmaster swiftly blocked his path.

"What seems to be the problem Severus?" Albus Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Potter collapsed in my private chambers, I believe, after looking at a mirror. I cast a levitating charm on him to bring him to the hospital wing, which he threw off. He spoke something in parseltongue and has since been waving my curses off as though they were flies. There seems to be no way to slow him down." Snape answered.

"Most curious." Dumbledore murmured, then turned to Harry. "Come my dear boy, you must get some sleep. It is not healthy to be possessed."

There was no response, however Dumbledore frowned when he heard unintelligible hissing.

"You can help me. So please come to us."

Harry opened the door to where Voldemort's mirror was being kept. Everyone's eyes widened when they looked at the Slytherin mirror. Within its depths they could see a hooded figure.

Harry placed his palm on the surface of the mirror and the surface rippled as though he were touching water. And then disappeared. Harry was slowly walking through the mirror, to the horror of all who were watching.

Sirius pushed aside Dumbledore and Snape who had been trying to block him and grabbed on to Harry's robes.

"Harry, you have to snap out of it! Wake up!" Sirius cried out, trying to pull him back.

Harry mindlessly pushed Sirius away, and Sirius landed on his rear. Sirius let out a dog-like snarl, quickly getting up and lunged at Harry's midsection effectively following him through the mirror.

Dumbledore watched darkly was the mirror's ripples began to harden.

"Typical Gryffindor stupidity!" Snape snarled. "He doesn't even know what that thing was and he blindly follows Potter!"

"Perhaps it is better that he did. I somehow feel reassured that Harry isn't facing this alone." Dumbledore replied.

Snape eyes snapped up to look at Dumbledore. "Do you know what is going on Headmaster?"

Dumbledore sadly shook his head. "I'm afraid I know precious little. However, I do know that what was controlling Harry was a summoning incantation. A powerful one, since as you know, Harry can easily throw off the Imperius curse."

"I have never heard of such a summoning spell, unless it is similar to the Dark Mark."

"It is." Dumbledore conceded. "And it isn't. This particular spell can only summon someone who has the same soul as the caster."

Snape frowned. "That is pointless. Everyone's soul is different. The caster will never be able to summon another human being."

Nodding, Dumbledore frowned. "Yes. But this works even if the victim has a small part of the summoner's soul."

"So it was Voldemort that summoned him?" Snape asked incredulously.

"I'm afraid not. For the summoning to be this powerful, the only person the caster could possibly be is Harry Potter himself."

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