Hi, it's me again, if anyone still cares to read this. It's been a very, very, VERY long time since I updated this. A whole year and some even. So I went through 6th form for the first year and it was good. I learned to do better English and now my writing is even more convoluted then usual. As I write these notes before actually writing a chapter, I cannot say for sure how this will go - hopefully I am writing a long chapter as an apology.

Oh, and in all that time I didn't write this, I got a new laptop and also broadband and also livejournal and also website and also aquired a few more email addresses to my boon. I no longer have the essential SpellChecker so this is probably going to be chock-full of mistakes before I take it to school and beta it. But if I finish this tonight then I will most likely pot it before I even go o school. Also I apologise for skimping out on the rest of Monday - inspiration took me by the hand and killed me.

-Crossed chapter 4-
Looking through the doorway he saw the blonde boy reaching up for something on a shelf. He looked childish doing so, and the item was out of his reach by a fraction. He saw his observer and smiled.
"Just a little further, is all I have to reach!"
He stood on tiptoes and looked lesser then usual. Harry wnted to help him but he said 'No' without even being asked.
"This is something I have to reach myself, and I am very close, I will be a moment before I am with you."
The sentence sounded wrong in Harry's ears. It was more metaphorical then a physical problem. The doorway was ornate but there wasn't a door in sight. It was edged in gold and had a twisting pattern around it. He never paid much attention to such strange details but he had always found time lets you notice new, different things about a place you have been before.
There was a tumble, books had fallen on the floor. But the blonde held one close and smiled.
"I may have gone about it wrong but I did reach my aim, didn't I?"
Harry was starting to wonder what was wrong with this picture. It didn't seem right. He turned to look for one of his other friends - he was sure they were with him too - but the weren't. He turned back and th doorway was instead a mirror and he was looking straight at himself.
Holding the book. Whatever it was it was important. He lifted the book-arm and it fell on both sides. He picked it up, but was he following his reflections lead? He checked and checked, did all the usual 'Is this a mirror' movements and found that it was. He reached to touch the mirror, and leant towards it, like it would support his weight, but instead he fell straight through the doorway that was always there.
You've passed through it
His reflection gently tugged the glasses off and rubbed his eyes. They were the wrong colour when he looked back at them, they wer the other's colour, he who had been here in the first instance.
The relfection tugged at the wry black hair. It was like a manipulable thing as he pulled it out, not out but down, made longer, to a more comfortable length for him.
Harry was confused.
He turned and walked through the doorway again. It was a mirror now and he couldn't get though, but could see his reflection, looking confused as he felt. And e saw his relfection behind him too, in the mirror, only he wasn't his reflection, but the person from the first instance.
Quatre was towards him and left, and stared with eyes that didn't have a set colour, and may be different sometimes, and looked older then usual. He looked like an older version of himself, but not by much. He ruffled Harry's hair adn they both looked in the mirror. The Quatre walked through and closed the door behind him.
But are you allowed to?
-scene change-
Harry woke up with a start. He hadn't been asleep for very long before he was already having weird dreams... again. It was late enough, however, that everyone else had appeared to have gone to sleep.
He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, popping on his glasses to try and make more sense of the sleep-fogged images he saw. Knowing he probably wouldn't get any sleep anytime soon, he slipped on his dressing robe and padded softly into the Common Room. He could always read a book or get started on the dreaded Potions homework... the lesson hadn't gone exactly well, with one in particular of the other new students to Griffyndor chafing Snape more then he did just sitting there. An amazing talent, really. DADA hadn't exactly gone great either, as the new teacher never even bothered to show up for the lesson. Had she just forgotten or what? Well, nevertheless, he still got to chat to their new friend, and learn a little more about him.
His family was some sort of big name in the Wizarding World (though what name he was loathe to say - he obviously didn't have the same name-dropping-ego-style as Draco or any of the Malfoys for that matter) They also learned that his full first name was Quatre, which though a decidedly - alright, VERY - uncommon name, didn't make any of the three of them jump up and say anything. Though he had enough money to his name, (or so he said; Harry guessed he had a lot, lot more then 'enough') he couldn't live on his own as he was too young, and thus had to stay with the Malfoy family over the summer (who were only too happy to help, though the reason for this was simply a bi of reputation-boosting as a 'nice to the right people' family) Even Ron had shown the tact to not ask why he would need to live on his own in the first place. He had originally be home-tutored, but now that it was his choice, he wanted to see what a real school was like instead. So far, based on, what, one day?, he had decided school was nice enough adn that he was glad to have made the choice. They didn't learn much more as he was, for all his appearence of a bashful nature, a master of controlling conversation to his own ends. So instead it was a group sharing effort more then anything (though seeing the way the blonde just seemed to nod at everything they said was rather disconcerting - it was a throw-up between him just tuning them out, or him just knowing all these things already. They had at a later time decided jointly on option number two.)
He had, at some point, mysteriously dashed off God-knows-where to do something or other which he never specified.
And now, as Harry walked into the warm Common Room, here he was, splayed over various books, with finished homeworks for both lessons that had given it on the table. The one odd thing Harry noticed was one certain book that didn't fit in with the rest.
He picked it up stright away. It wasn't in a place that meant moving it would wake the sleeping boy, so he picked it up and quickl looked it over.
I dreamed this, right? So, why is it here?
He opened it without a second thought and began reading.
...and because of that, this has happened, and this has changed, and thus other changes are bound to occur. However the changes are unlikely to be swift.
The words were nondescript and gave him no clues as to what it was about. He flicked further on.
This first one and this second one, being linked by an item, are likely in conflict and this cannot be prevented, which is a shame. Instead one will probably end up lost. However which is entirely up to you, instead.
None of it made any particular sense, by the odd words and phrases he read. It seemed obvious it was being deliberately vague, the same way a star sign is. He flicked through to the last page.
And that being said, it's indeed immortal, and also perhaps indiscriminate. This smal glamour can be fixed once you know what you're doing. You can change it to your preference.
Perhaps there was some sort of code, but Harry was far too tired to even want to work it out. He put the book backas exactly as he could and woke up Qautre instead.
"Oh... morning Harry... is it morning? Urg, I could just go back to sleep..."
"It's not quite morning, but, you'll probably wake up with a bad back sleeping like that."
Quatre smiled dozily at him. "Yes, you are right, of course. CAn you help me with all this stuff?"
"Oh sure!" This gave Harry an excuse to ask about the odd book. Picking it up last, as it was quite close to him, he balanced the pile he was holding precariously, and indeed the book did fall off, spilling it's pages open. Quatre lookedawake suddenly and grabbed the book off the floor.
"What's that?"
"I'm not sure. It's important to me though, but I have no idea what it means."
"Can I look?"
"Mabe some other time. I just want to go to bed now." He picked up everything left and headed back to the dorm room quickly. Harry had already noted the odd expression he had when referring to the book, and the stiffness with which he walked, which was not solely down to lethargy or bad sleeping positions.
Harry vowed to get to the bottom of this.
-scene end-

Urg, that was not nearly as long as I wanted... but the chapters of this story have a habit of being dreadfully short. Well, there you are, a big block of writing from moi, the first of a while. Again, I'm really, really, really sorry if you have been waiting forever for this or something like that. Also if it wasn't for everyones kind, wonderful comments I never would have even considered writing more of this, but you've all been so lovely I knew that I should n.n
Although, there was one review that weirded me out, telling me to 'remove the OC'. But I haven't put any OC in this story. Was it just the name 'Cat' that confused you? Because that was Quatre. Sorry if my writing is just too weird to be actually comprehended.
Also I suspect there are some very dodgy grammer things in here, and some odd word choices, but I'm pretty sure it's all in the grand scheme of things. I'll probably go back to this in school next week and rid this of the errors, so I'm sorry for bad reading because of them!