Hall of Mirrors

Where am I? What's going on?

I walked down a hall of mirrors, each a distortion on me. Unlike the funhouses, these were different reflections of me. I saw a time where I would have been happy, arrogant, fearful, corrupt and more.

Each reflection called out that it was the true path, all others were false. I saw a life where my parents never died, but I bore the scar, another that still had them die but I didn't have the scar. I saw a life in which I accepted Malfoy's hand, and one where I was placed in Hufflepuff.

So many path's my life could have gone, which one would I have chosen? I found myself standing in front of two mirrors. One was bathed in light, the other cloaked in darkness. These are what are ahead of me, a choice of path's.

"You can chose either. You gain the knowledge of the path you deny."

"Who's there," I called looking around.

"I have many names, fate, death, rebirth. So many names, I don't remember what my original was."

I looked at the mirrors, "which will make me the happiest?"

"Depends how you define it. Both hold equal chance for happiness and sorrow. The choice is weather you wish to become what you hate."

Two choices, light and dark. "What if I chose neither?"

You must make a choice. Hurry, your time here is nearing an end."

I want another way. I don't want to follow, I want to lead. I want my family back. "I want my life back! I want to choose, to love or hate because I want it!" Spinning around I yelled, "give me another option!"

There was silence for awhile. "Your time is up. Make your choice."

"I choose…"