Man in the Mirror
The wizarding prison, Azkaban, was probably one of the most horrible places in the world. The majority of the prisoners end up going insane because of the effects the Dementors have on them. Dementors are amongst the foulest creatures, and they feed on the happiness of someone, until that person is left with only painful memories which become unbearable. However, Bellatrix Lestrange, who was one of Lord Voldermort's top supports, remained perfectly sane.
She sat hunched over in her heavily-guarded cell, hardly noticeable in the darkness. She was still distressed that she did not obtain the prophecy for her master. She would occasionally throw a rock at the metal bars to relieve her of her anger or boredom. She suddenly heard voices and footsteps approaching her cell. Squinting into the darkness, she saw the distinct outlines of Lucius Malfoy, Avery, and Macnair.
"How did you get out?!" she shrieked
"Shh" said Lucius Malfoy, "the Dementors are the ones who freed us"
"Alohamora!" shouted Avery, as the lock to Bellatrix's cell opened. She sprang to her feet and joined the others as they broke out into a run.
Harry Potter awoke the next morning with his scar prickling.
He's pleased, he thought, yet at the same time angry...
"Get up! Get up!" screamed Aunt Petunia as she banged on Harry's bedroom door.
Harry went down in the living room to find Uncle Vernon very disgruntled.
"What's wrong Vernon?" Aunt Petunia asked
"What's wrong?" Uncle Vernon bellowed "I've just lost the largest order of drills I could have ever possibly sold!" He then noticed that Harry was in the room and barked at him to make breakfast. "And don't burn the bacon either, boy"
"Yes Uncle Vernon" Harry said dully
Dudley 'accidentally' broke a glass by knocking it off the table with one of his gorilla-like arms.
"Clean it up" Aunt Petunia ordered Harry
"Mum," Dudley began, "I'm going to have tea at Pier's house."
Harry snorted loudly, and quickly pretended that he had to cough. Drinking tea was the last thing Dudley would do. He knew for a fact that Dudley used this excuse all the time to go out with his gang.
"Of course sweetums," Aunt Petunia replied fondly, patting the top of Dudley's head.
Suddenly the telephone rang as Harry quietly picked it up.
"Hello" said Harry
"HARRY ITS ME – RON! IM CALLING YOU ON THE FELLYPHONE – ER I MEAN TELEPHONE"
"Ron," Harry whispered into the receiver, "don't talk so loud...if any of the Dursleys hear-"
Harry guess that Ron had chose to ignore what he just said because he continued yelling into the phone.
"ANYWAYS, I NEED HELP WITH MY POTIONS HOMEWORK! THAT GIT, SNAPE, WANTS US TO WRITE THREE ROLLS OF PARCHMENT ON THE PROPERTIES OF UNICORN BLOOD"
"Who are you talking to boy?" Uncle Vernon asked from across the room.
"No one" Harry replied quickly, covering the end of the receiver to block out Ron's voice.
"HARRY ARE YOU THERE?"
"You're talking to one of your friends from that freak school you go to" Uncle Vernon said angrily.
"Vernon, be quiet, the neighbours might hear," said Aunt Petunia as she glanced over to the open window.
"How dare you give out our phone number?" Uncle Vernon asked.
Jumping out of his chair, Uncle Vernon grabbed the phone and immediately hung up. Harry was surprised at how fast he had crossed the room to get the telephone, when he was usually too lazy to get off the couch to reach the television remote.
"If one more incident like this happens again, I'll lock you under the cupboard for good! If it hadn't been for-"Uncle Vernon trailed off, apparently lost for words. He hastily shifted back into his chair where he joined Dudley watching the television.
Harry didn't need Uncle Vernon to finish what he started saying because Harry had a vague idea. He guessed that Uncle Vernon was still uneasy about the threats he received at King's Cross, from some of the members of the Order of the Phoenix. He grinned thinking bout how frightened the Dursleys were when Mad-Eyed Moody revealed his magical eye.
After a long, painful breakfast with the Dursleys, Harry retreated to his bedroom. He opened his trunk and pulled out his Standard Book of Spells, Level 5. Professor McGonagall had set them an assignment on the characteristics of a metamorphagus. Harry tediously picked up his quill and scribbled down a few things Tonks had told him before.
'Metamorphagus are wizards who have to ability to change their appearance at will...'
After what seemed like an hour, Harry finished McGonagall's essay.
All of a sudden, a high pitched scream filled the house. Harry dashed down the staircase to find Aunt Petunia in the living room, sobbing on the floor. There was a woman standing above her who was dressed in a sapphire-blue cloak, with a tall, pointed hat.
Who is she? Harry thought, Is she a witch?
His question was answered when he observed that the woman was indeed, caring a wand.
"Vernon!" Aunt Petunia wailed, "Vernon help me!"
Harry saw Uncle Vernon cowardly crouching in the corner of the room.
"Who – are – you?" Aunt Petunia cried. The woman merely laughed at the remark.
Harry plunged into his pockets and pointed his wand at the back of the woman. Before he had even taken a step she turned around to face him. Harry's jaw dropped as he realized that she looked strangely familiar.
"What?" Harry said in disbelief, "Aunt Petunia?!"
The woman looked exactly like Aunt Petunia, and she gave him the same piercing look.
"That's – not – me!" screamed Aunt Petunia, "S-she's an imposter!"
"Petunia?" Uncle Vernon said nervously, "Who is this?"
"I don't know," Aunt Petunia sobbed, "she came out f-from the c-c-cupboard!"
Of course, Harry thought, this isn't Aunt Petunia, it's a ..
"Boggart!" Harry yelled, "She's not real, she's only a boggart"
"She's a boggy watty?" Uncle Vernon asked.
"A boggart" Harry replied
"What is God's name is that?" Uncle Vernon asked impatiently
"It's a shape-shifter. It takes the shape of whatever someone fears the most. The boggart was probably hiding in the cupboard because it likes the darkness." Harry smiled, thinking how much he had just sounded like Hermione.
"And how do you get rid of this ruddy boggart?"
At that moment, Dudley had entered the room, unaware of what everyone was yelling for.
"Hey, I'm hungry!" Dudley said greedily.
Harry gave Dudley a bewildered look as to why he wasn't startled that an exact duplicate of his mother was standing right in front of him. Then, Harry realized that when Dudley had walked in, the boggart changed its shape in to something else 'frightening'. A refrigerator.
Dudley pulled on the handle to open it, when he let out a girlish scream. Harry's face split into a grin when he saw what was in the fridge. Absolutely nothing.
"It's empty," Dudley squealed, "What am I going to eat? Mum, there's no food in here! I'm going to starve!
Harry was forced to suppress his laughter as he watched Dudley whimper on the spot. It was highly entertaining until he noticed Uncle Vernon mouth the words "Get rid of it – or else"
"Riddikulus" Harry shouted as the boggart was forced into a humiliating image and shut back into the cupboard.
"How the devil did that – er – thing get into our house?" asked Uncle Vernon
"I dunno...maybe it snuck into my trunk before the end of school and ended up in there," Harry said, pointing to the cupboard.
Uncle Vernon gripped Harry's shirt, and pulled his so close he could see his temples throbbing. Uncle Vernon looked back at Aunt Petunia who was too busy comforting Dudley that there was food in the fridge, before looking back at Harry.
"Now you listen to me," Uncle Vernon said, lifting one of his large fingers in Harry's face, "God only knows what you keep upstairs, but whatever you do it DOES NOT LEAVE YOUR ROOM! Got it?"
Harry nodded and silently went up to his room, trying the best he could to remember the only moment in his life, where Dudley had been denied of food.
He sat upright on his bed when he discovered that his theory about the boggart was correct. There lay his trunk, knocked over on one side. He turned it back over and reached over to close the lid, when something reflective caught his eye. It was a piece of the two-way mirror Sirius had given his before Harry smashed it. Before Sirius had...died, Harry thought grimly.
After picking up all the different pieces, Harry muttered "Reparo, "as he watched the broken mirror fix itself. He knew that Sirius wouldn't have wanted it to be shattered..even if it was useless. Before, Sirius he told him that he used this mirror to talking to Harry's father, James, when they were in separate detentions.
Harry flushed, as his eyes filled with enough tears to fill the Great Lake. He looked into the mirror to see his mother's friendly, green eyes staring back at him.
Suddenly, before Harry could stop himself, he hopelessly shouted "Sirius Black!"
Don't be stupid, he told himself, He's dead and that's that...
For a moment the mirror remained exactly the same, but as Harry sadly lowered it, the man staring back at him caught his full attention.
Oh my God, Harry thought, it can't be...
