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Anonymous: (both of your reviews) Thank you AGAIN for ANOTHER review! I'll try and get Rosie something like the mirror in later chapters. I know Tonks probably shouldn't have been that naive, but hey, it turned out OK! Thanks again for the review. And thank you SO much for telling me how to do bolds and italics! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while.
Allyanna: Glad you like my endings! Thanks for the review.
athenakitty: Thanks for the review!
k.k.: What do you mean 'put more things'? Anyway, thanks for the review.
Drownin' in my Tears: I'll try to get this chapter up as soon a possible. But they may come a bit slower, cause exams are coming and we've got a history test next Tuesday... but I'll try! And thanks for the review!
Fiery Phoenix: I'll try to update soon. Yes, it's only Shadow's hair and eye sight that has changed. The whole charm will wear off soon. The Order won't find out Shadow and Nightmare's real identity very soon, though. It wouldn't be any fun if everyone knew! They will find out in the end...
Lady S: Thanks a lot for the review!
Heaven's Reaper: Voldemort won't be that easy to kill. Cause as you said, the story wouldn't be interesting! Anyway, thanks for the review!
jeangab057: Thanks for the review! And I told you that the chapter was weird!
Well, thanks for your reviews. I'm afraid my chapters may come a bit later than usual because exams are approaching, (NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!) so I have to revise for my French oral exam... poo.
Well, here goes!
Chapter Ten:
"HARRY! GET BACK HERE!"
Grinning, Harry turned to a flustered Hermione.
"That was so evil, doing that to Snape! And he is going to kill you!" She shrieked, glaring at him through the masses of brown hair that fell around her face.
Harry grinned at her. "But it was so fun!" he whined.
Hermione groaned. "Harry, you could get into serious trouble for doing that to a profe-"
"That was HILAROIUS!" cried Rosie as she threw her arms around Harry. "You should have seen his face! He sat there for like, five minutes stuttering until he finally just dragged Tonks out of the kitchen!"
Harry laughed.
Ron, Ginny and the twins emerged.
"Brilliant!"
"Spectacular!"
"You should have seen Snape's face-"
"You really nailed him-"
"BRILLIANT!"
Hermione threw her arms up in despair and stomped off.
Harry really liked their company, but he was getting annoyed. He really wanted to use his new mirror and he still hadn't looked at the memories from Severus' sphere...
As if sensing his thoughts, (which she probably was.) Rosie sent a message through their mind link.
Get the mirror and your sphere. We are going to my room.
Without offering an explanation, Harry silently made his way up the stairs, Rosie following close behind.
Grabbing the sphere from inside his trunk, and the mirror from his bag, he automatically grabbed Rosie's wrist, ready for the horrible transportation...
... And it came.
"So!" said Rosie brightly as she helped Harry to his feet. "What will it be? Memories or mirrors?"
"Questions."
"Sorry?" asked Rosie, confused.
"I'm just wondering," said Harry, "If we're so powerful, why don't we just set out right now and kick Moldy Warts' butt?"
Rosie laughed at his nickname for the Dark Lord. "It's a little harder than that. You know I told you about the different realms?"
Harry nodded.
"Well, Voldemort kind of got in touch with the... erm... underworld. He isn't Hades, or the Devil or whatever... but he's immortal."
Harry paled. "Shit..."
Rosie nodded. "Is that all your questions?"
Harry shook his head. "When can we go to Silontian? Your realm?"
Rosie grinned. "Soon enough, young Harry... now – what will it be? Mirror or memories?"
Harry thought. "Memories," he said after a while.
Rosie nodded. "I'll be over there," she said, motioning to the far end of the hall.
She walked off, and Harry took the sphere into his hands.
"Videre Memoria..." he murmured.
It was the strangest sensation... he couldn't quite place it. It felt calming... like he was falling face first into a refreshing lake...
Harry opened his eyes. He was no longer in Rosie's room. He was in someone else's memories.
He was standing in a large room. It was painted in a calm blue, and there was a white sofa against the wall. Harry gave a teary smile. It was his mother, holding a baby Harry in her arms, cooing softly to him.
Harry walked forward. He didn't mean to walk forwards actually... what was going on?
And then it hit him. He was inside Severus' body. He was looking through the eyes of his father.
"Look Severus!" said Lily tearfully, but there was a huge watery smile on her face. "Isn't he beautiful...?"
She gently brushed a strand of hair from his face. "My little Harry..." she murmured softly, almost to herself. "What kind of world are we bringing you up in?"
Inside, Harry felt nervous. But it wasn't his emotion, it was Sev who was nervous.
"Can I...?" said Severus hesitantly, holding his hands out.
Lily looked at him, seeming quite surprised that he was actually there.
"Of course!" she whispered, smiling at him. She handed her son over gently. "Be careful with him, now..."
It felt weird standing there, holding himself as a baby.
Severus' breath caught up in his throat. Harry, who seemed extremely happy in his arms, gave him a toothless grin.
"Daddy," said Harry, grabbing the folds of Severus' robes in his small fists.
Severus felt a strange sensation rising inside of him. It was foreign... but in a strange way... he liked it.
"No," said Severus sternly, though he was smiling at the tiny form in his arms. "I'm not your daddy, James Potter is. I'm Severus,"
Harry looked confused. "No..." he said slowly. "Daddy," he said firmly.
Severus rose his eyebrows. "I'm not your daddy..." he said slowly.
Severus could have sworn that Harry was glaring at him. "Daddy!" he said even more firmly.
Lily laughed.
"Erm... you think this will be a problem, now that he thinks I'm his dad?"
Lily laughed again. "He'll grow out of it. You're lucky though. He absolutely refuses to call James 'daddy'. He insists on calling him either Prongs or James." She shook her head in bemusement. "I swear, he's almost as stubborn as you, Sev,"
"Daddy," Harry said again.
"You sure you didn't drop him on his head?" Severus said, grinning at her.
Lily whacked him lightly on his arm. "No! Now give me back my baby!"
Severus held him even closer. "Nah. Think I'm gonna keep him, thanks."
Lily grinned slyly. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you had a soft spot for a Potter,"
"No, I have a soft spot for Harry. Not a Potter. There's a difference. Harry is nice."
But as Lily took Harry from his arms, he felt anger rising inside of him. Not at Lily, but at the child in front of him. He wanted to scream. To smash his potions that seemed to matter so little at this moment. He hated that little boy. He hated Potter.
Because that boy in front of him wasn't his. Harry was supposed to be his son. He was supposed to be a Snape. But he wasn't. He was James Potter's little boy. He was a Potter.
The picture around him faded, and with a strange sucking sensation in his stomach, he landed back into Rosie's room.
Rosie was next to him, looking concerned. "Harry? You okay?"
Harry nodded slowly.
It was only when she wiped the tears from his eyes that he realised he'd been crying.
"I'll get you a glass of water," she said, and with one last concerned look, she walked away.
So that was why Severus had hated him. He thought I should have been his son.
A smile crept onto Harry's lips as it finally sunk in.
He had a family.
Rosie pushed the glass into his hand.
"Did you like the memory?" asked Rosie, smiling at him.
Harry nodded and smiled back. "Yeah... you think I could try the mirror now?"
She shrugged. "Course, it's your mirror. Do you think you're up for it?"
Harry nodded again, and brought out the sinister looking object.
"Right," he said, and he brought out his wand.
He tapped the glass firmly. "Harry Potter," he said.
Nothing happened.
He looked at Rosie. "I was supposed to state my name," he said, frowning.
Rosie frowned as well, but then a look of comprehension dawned in her eyes.
"You're not Harry Potter!" she said. "You're Harry Snape!"
"Oh!" exclaimed Harry, his eyes wide. He brought his wand again.
"Harry Snape."
The glass rippled, and Harry saw something in the reflection of the glass.
Harry held it firmly in both hands.
"Pax." He said.
He felt a sucking feeling. His eyes widened when he realised what was happening. He was getting sucked into the mirror!
And as Harry was pulled into the glass, Rosie stood there, staring at the place he had just stood, frozen from shock.
"Well, that was certainly unexpected..."
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Harry landed with a thump.
He was sitting in a field, which seemed to never end. The grass was lush, a healthy green, and the sky above him was pitch black, with random stars littering the black void. But that was it. No trees, just plain grass for miles and miles and miles...
Harry stood up. Shifting into a raven, he flew up into the night sky, sweeping his eyes over the landscape, willing for there to be something to give him a hint of what he was supposed to do...
There wasn't.
There was just grass and sky.
Harry landed and shifted back again.
"Great..."
Annoyed, Harry got a few blades of grass and started ripping them to shreds.
"What did the grass ever do to you?"
Harry jumped around at the cool voice, and automatically shifted his right hand into a dagger.
"Who are you?" Harry demanded.
It was obvious who it was, really. It was an exact replica of Harry. Apart from the fact that this new Harry had glowing red eyes (a lot like Harry's white ones.) and he wore a twisted smile on his face. In short, he looked bloody evil.
"I am... you. Well," he gave a dry laugh. "Almost you. I am your... inner demon,"
He smirked.
"And these," said the evil-demon-Harry person. "Are your personalities,"
Harry whirled around. There were at least fifteen other Harrys.
Happy, sad, quiet, mysterious, angry, a fighter, kind, smart...
"Don't worry," said one of the Harrys. "This is normal. In every persons mind there are different personalities. And to meditate, you have to equal us. Make a balance. You can't let one single emotion take over, you have to meet somewhere in the middle."
"Some of us," piped up another Harry. "Are more powerful than the others. So it will be much harder to keep them under control." He smiled. "Take your inner demon for example. He's the most powerful. He's almost more powerful than you are. What you have to learn to do, is use your demons' power, but you must not lose control."
"Right," sighed the real Harry. "So how do I get you all under control?"
"Meditate, dumb ass," murmured another Harry.
"Ignore him," said another one quietly. "Close your eyes..." he murmured, still in his eerie voice. "And then focus on your centre..."
Harry did so.
"Now, feel all those swirling emotions inside of you? That wants to break out? To take over?"
Harry nodded thickly.
"Don't let them out... Calm yourself..."
The Harry trailed off. Slowly, Harry (the real one) instinctively brought his legs up into a cross-legged position, and, amazingly, he stayed, hovering a meter off the ground.
"Good..." murmured the eerie Harry again. "You've got the hang off it. You can now meditate without using the mirror, and you can do it in your own world, but be careful that you are on your own. It would come as a bit of a nasty shock if they found you hovering a meter off the ground. But in great periods of stress, use the mirror to come here. It is much easier to focus when you are in your mind..."
Harry opened his eyes. They were all looking at him, and seemed to be strangely obedient.
"You have to meditate every so often, as to not lose control... It will become a routine for you soon enough... To get back, just whisper 'pax' again. Understand?"
Harry nodded, but as he was about to go home, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned.
It was his inner demon. He still had his twisted smile in place, and his glowing red eyes were glowing as bright as ever.
"Beware, Potter," he whispered harshly. "You will lose control eventually. And then I can do what I please with the mortals... It is impossible to tame me. I will get out..."
Harry pulled back from the demons' grasp.
"Pax!"
He was home.
AN: I'm SO sorry it took so long! I swear this is true, I've got exams coming up and the teachers have piled us with homework... but it's finally done! Please review!
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Anonymous: (both of your reviews) Thank you AGAIN for ANOTHER review! I'll try and get Rosie something like the mirror in later chapters. I know Tonks probably shouldn't have been that naive, but hey, it turned out OK! Thanks again for the review. And thank you SO much for telling me how to do bolds and italics! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while.
Allyanna: Glad you like my endings! Thanks for the review.
athenakitty: Thanks for the review!
k.k.: What do you mean 'put more things'? Anyway, thanks for the review.
Drownin' in my Tears: I'll try to get this chapter up as soon a possible. But they may come a bit slower, cause exams are coming and we've got a history test next Tuesday... but I'll try! And thanks for the review!
Fiery Phoenix: I'll try to update soon. Yes, it's only Shadow's hair and eye sight that has changed. The whole charm will wear off soon. The Order won't find out Shadow and Nightmare's real identity very soon, though. It wouldn't be any fun if everyone knew! They will find out in the end...
Lady S: Thanks a lot for the review!
Heaven's Reaper: Voldemort won't be that easy to kill. Cause as you said, the story wouldn't be interesting! Anyway, thanks for the review!
jeangab057: Thanks for the review! And I told you that the chapter was weird!
Well, thanks for your reviews. I'm afraid my chapters may come a bit later than usual because exams are approaching, (NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!) so I have to revise for my French oral exam... poo.
Well, here goes!
Chapter Ten:
"HARRY! GET BACK HERE!"
Grinning, Harry turned to a flustered Hermione.
"That was so evil, doing that to Snape! And he is going to kill you!" She shrieked, glaring at him through the masses of brown hair that fell around her face.
Harry grinned at her. "But it was so fun!" he whined.
Hermione groaned. "Harry, you could get into serious trouble for doing that to a profe-"
"That was HILAROIUS!" cried Rosie as she threw her arms around Harry. "You should have seen his face! He sat there for like, five minutes stuttering until he finally just dragged Tonks out of the kitchen!"
Harry laughed.
Ron, Ginny and the twins emerged.
"Brilliant!"
"Spectacular!"
"You should have seen Snape's face-"
"You really nailed him-"
"BRILLIANT!"
Hermione threw her arms up in despair and stomped off.
Harry really liked their company, but he was getting annoyed. He really wanted to use his new mirror and he still hadn't looked at the memories from Severus' sphere...
As if sensing his thoughts, (which she probably was.) Rosie sent a message through their mind link.
Get the mirror and your sphere. We are going to my room.
Without offering an explanation, Harry silently made his way up the stairs, Rosie following close behind.
Grabbing the sphere from inside his trunk, and the mirror from his bag, he automatically grabbed Rosie's wrist, ready for the horrible transportation...
... And it came.
"So!" said Rosie brightly as she helped Harry to his feet. "What will it be? Memories or mirrors?"
"Questions."
"Sorry?" asked Rosie, confused.
"I'm just wondering," said Harry, "If we're so powerful, why don't we just set out right now and kick Moldy Warts' butt?"
Rosie laughed at his nickname for the Dark Lord. "It's a little harder than that. You know I told you about the different realms?"
Harry nodded.
"Well, Voldemort kind of got in touch with the... erm... underworld. He isn't Hades, or the Devil or whatever... but he's immortal."
Harry paled. "Shit..."
Rosie nodded. "Is that all your questions?"
Harry shook his head. "When can we go to Silontian? Your realm?"
Rosie grinned. "Soon enough, young Harry... now – what will it be? Mirror or memories?"
Harry thought. "Memories," he said after a while.
Rosie nodded. "I'll be over there," she said, motioning to the far end of the hall.
She walked off, and Harry took the sphere into his hands.
"Videre Memoria..." he murmured.
It was the strangest sensation... he couldn't quite place it. It felt calming... like he was falling face first into a refreshing lake...
Harry opened his eyes. He was no longer in Rosie's room. He was in someone else's memories.
He was standing in a large room. It was painted in a calm blue, and there was a white sofa against the wall. Harry gave a teary smile. It was his mother, holding a baby Harry in her arms, cooing softly to him.
Harry walked forward. He didn't mean to walk forwards actually... what was going on?
And then it hit him. He was inside Severus' body. He was looking through the eyes of his father.
"Look Severus!" said Lily tearfully, but there was a huge watery smile on her face. "Isn't he beautiful...?"
She gently brushed a strand of hair from his face. "My little Harry..." she murmured softly, almost to herself. "What kind of world are we bringing you up in?"
Inside, Harry felt nervous. But it wasn't his emotion, it was Sev who was nervous.
"Can I...?" said Severus hesitantly, holding his hands out.
Lily looked at him, seeming quite surprised that he was actually there.
"Of course!" she whispered, smiling at him. She handed her son over gently. "Be careful with him, now..."
It felt weird standing there, holding himself as a baby.
Severus' breath caught up in his throat. Harry, who seemed extremely happy in his arms, gave him a toothless grin.
"Daddy," said Harry, grabbing the folds of Severus' robes in his small fists.
Severus felt a strange sensation rising inside of him. It was foreign... but in a strange way... he liked it.
"No," said Severus sternly, though he was smiling at the tiny form in his arms. "I'm not your daddy, James Potter is. I'm Severus,"
Harry looked confused. "No..." he said slowly. "Daddy," he said firmly.
Severus rose his eyebrows. "I'm not your daddy..." he said slowly.
Severus could have sworn that Harry was glaring at him. "Daddy!" he said even more firmly.
Lily laughed.
"Erm... you think this will be a problem, now that he thinks I'm his dad?"
Lily laughed again. "He'll grow out of it. You're lucky though. He absolutely refuses to call James 'daddy'. He insists on calling him either Prongs or James." She shook her head in bemusement. "I swear, he's almost as stubborn as you, Sev,"
"Daddy," Harry said again.
"You sure you didn't drop him on his head?" Severus said, grinning at her.
Lily whacked him lightly on his arm. "No! Now give me back my baby!"
Severus held him even closer. "Nah. Think I'm gonna keep him, thanks."
Lily grinned slyly. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you had a soft spot for a Potter,"
"No, I have a soft spot for Harry. Not a Potter. There's a difference. Harry is nice."
But as Lily took Harry from his arms, he felt anger rising inside of him. Not at Lily, but at the child in front of him. He wanted to scream. To smash his potions that seemed to matter so little at this moment. He hated that little boy. He hated Potter.
Because that boy in front of him wasn't his. Harry was supposed to be his son. He was supposed to be a Snape. But he wasn't. He was James Potter's little boy. He was a Potter.
The picture around him faded, and with a strange sucking sensation in his stomach, he landed back into Rosie's room.
Rosie was next to him, looking concerned. "Harry? You okay?"
Harry nodded slowly.
It was only when she wiped the tears from his eyes that he realised he'd been crying.
"I'll get you a glass of water," she said, and with one last concerned look, she walked away.
So that was why Severus had hated him. He thought I should have been his son.
A smile crept onto Harry's lips as it finally sunk in.
He had a family.
Rosie pushed the glass into his hand.
"Did you like the memory?" asked Rosie, smiling at him.
Harry nodded and smiled back. "Yeah... you think I could try the mirror now?"
She shrugged. "Course, it's your mirror. Do you think you're up for it?"
Harry nodded again, and brought out the sinister looking object.
"Right," he said, and he brought out his wand.
He tapped the glass firmly. "Harry Potter," he said.
Nothing happened.
He looked at Rosie. "I was supposed to state my name," he said, frowning.
Rosie frowned as well, but then a look of comprehension dawned in her eyes.
"You're not Harry Potter!" she said. "You're Harry Snape!"
"Oh!" exclaimed Harry, his eyes wide. He brought his wand again.
"Harry Snape."
The glass rippled, and Harry saw something in the reflection of the glass.
Harry held it firmly in both hands.
"Pax." He said.
He felt a sucking feeling. His eyes widened when he realised what was happening. He was getting sucked into the mirror!
And as Harry was pulled into the glass, Rosie stood there, staring at the place he had just stood, frozen from shock.
"Well, that was certainly unexpected..."
***
Harry landed with a thump.
He was sitting in a field, which seemed to never end. The grass was lush, a healthy green, and the sky above him was pitch black, with random stars littering the black void. But that was it. No trees, just plain grass for miles and miles and miles...
Harry stood up. Shifting into a raven, he flew up into the night sky, sweeping his eyes over the landscape, willing for there to be something to give him a hint of what he was supposed to do...
There wasn't.
There was just grass and sky.
Harry landed and shifted back again.
"Great..."
Annoyed, Harry got a few blades of grass and started ripping them to shreds.
"What did the grass ever do to you?"
Harry jumped around at the cool voice, and automatically shifted his right hand into a dagger.
"Who are you?" Harry demanded.
It was obvious who it was, really. It was an exact replica of Harry. Apart from the fact that this new Harry had glowing red eyes (a lot like Harry's white ones.) and he wore a twisted smile on his face. In short, he looked bloody evil.
"I am... you. Well," he gave a dry laugh. "Almost you. I am your... inner demon,"
He smirked.
"And these," said the evil-demon-Harry person. "Are your personalities,"
Harry whirled around. There were at least fifteen other Harrys.
Happy, sad, quiet, mysterious, angry, a fighter, kind, smart...
"Don't worry," said one of the Harrys. "This is normal. In every persons mind there are different personalities. And to meditate, you have to equal us. Make a balance. You can't let one single emotion take over, you have to meet somewhere in the middle."
"Some of us," piped up another Harry. "Are more powerful than the others. So it will be much harder to keep them under control." He smiled. "Take your inner demon for example. He's the most powerful. He's almost more powerful than you are. What you have to learn to do, is use your demons' power, but you must not lose control."
"Right," sighed the real Harry. "So how do I get you all under control?"
"Meditate, dumb ass," murmured another Harry.
"Ignore him," said another one quietly. "Close your eyes..." he murmured, still in his eerie voice. "And then focus on your centre..."
Harry did so.
"Now, feel all those swirling emotions inside of you? That wants to break out? To take over?"
Harry nodded thickly.
"Don't let them out... Calm yourself..."
The Harry trailed off. Slowly, Harry (the real one) instinctively brought his legs up into a cross-legged position, and, amazingly, he stayed, hovering a meter off the ground.
"Good..." murmured the eerie Harry again. "You've got the hang off it. You can now meditate without using the mirror, and you can do it in your own world, but be careful that you are on your own. It would come as a bit of a nasty shock if they found you hovering a meter off the ground. But in great periods of stress, use the mirror to come here. It is much easier to focus when you are in your mind..."
Harry opened his eyes. They were all looking at him, and seemed to be strangely obedient.
"You have to meditate every so often, as to not lose control... It will become a routine for you soon enough... To get back, just whisper 'pax' again. Understand?"
Harry nodded, but as he was about to go home, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned.
It was his inner demon. He still had his twisted smile in place, and his glowing red eyes were glowing as bright as ever.
"Beware, Potter," he whispered harshly. "You will lose control eventually. And then I can do what I please with the mortals... It is impossible to tame me. I will get out..."
Harry pulled back from the demons' grasp.
"Pax!"
He was home.
AN: I'm SO sorry it took so long! I swear this is true, I've got exams coming up and the teachers have piled us with homework... but it's finally done! Please review!
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