Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter J. K.R. does. I do own the plot!

Warning: H/D fic

A/N: This story is about how Draco and Harry are meant to be but they have few obstacles in the way (big obstacles)

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Looking Glass

Chapter Six: Reflections and Souls

The bell rang.

Draco put the mirror in his pocket and walked towards the door to his next class. The five friends sat together in their charm class performing a new charm.

"Are you guys going to homesmead?" asked Gregory

"I am" Blaise said making his frog leap up and down.

Draco did the counter curse, "I can't, I have detention" he said.

"Thanks" Blaise thanked Draco "Then I'll wait until the next weekend."

"No just go" Draco smiled, "We can go together next week. Your welcome"

"Ah, good job Mr. Rookwood, five points to Slytherin," exclaimed professor Flitwick They all turn around to see Seagrave's frog performing a traditional Irish tap dance they all laughed as the frog finished by spreading it's little arms and vowed.

Draco walked back from his detention and drops his weight in his bed. Exhausted and lazily he opened his eyes to see a letter in his bedside table. He lethargically reached out for it and settled himself against his pillows making his weight rest in his elbow. He noticed the Malfoy crest the letter that was address to him; he opened it.

Dear Son,

How dare you? How dare you place yourself in detention! Do you know how shameful your mother and I looked? Believe me when I say this dear boy, don't get in a single hair of yours in trouble again or else you will stumble yourself in your Grandfather's footstep in Russia half of your summer.

Send a letter to your mother with your apology and when you arrive to the Manor in summer break you will spend the other half of your summer with the Master. If I hear again something like this scenario, you are already warned.

Sincerely,

Your Father

Draco read it twice or maybe three times. He disliked his family, he did not love them but he respected them and nothing more. He did dislike to be sent to his Grandfather's; his grandfather was a bitter old man who only saw Draco as a disappointment. The "Master" as his father liked to recall him as was none the less than the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord was ruthless and in many ways like his grandfather. He tore up the letter, angry at his family and at the same time at himself because he knew would end up writing an apology letter for something he did not feel sorry about.

His father never did send him a howler however; his father was more superior that way. He was calm but harsh; he never did show any type of affection towards Draco or his mother. His mother was the same way; they were polite, quiet but harsh. Their words stabbed deeper than swords, it was as if they stabbed ten thousand needles one by one. The two played the same game, they would be polite but never kind, they had each other wrapped in their fingers with no intention of letting go. 'Maybe,' Draco had thought countless of times, 'Maybe that's how they showed their love to each other, by hurting one another.'

Draco felt a sharp pain in his leg he moved and stretched out his arm to grab whatever object inflicted him pain. His fingers encircled around a small mirror deep in his pocket. He frowned slightly as he wondered why such mirror hid in the men's washroom; he brought the mirror to his face near the light of his lamp to take a look of himself. He saw a boy about sixteen-years-old staring back at him. He had the complexion of his father and his grandmother. He carried his grandfather's white platinum hair, and his mother's father's silver eyes. He looked at himself more closely and saw how exhausted he looked; it had been a wicked year so far. He looked to his left cheek and saw the remaining of a yellow bruise left by Weasley's fist. He took a look at his eyes and saw everything he hated to see. There was a beeping noise that came from his alarm clock; he turned his head to see the time, 12:00 am it read. His friends would be arriving soon; he was to take one last look himself in the mirror when he saw his reflection smirking viciously at him. Draco dropped the mirror few feet away from him the mirror fell face up. A bright yellow light beamed out from the mirror caring strong winds that seemed to be pulling him harder and harder towards the mirror itself. He could hear a malicious laugh that was consuming him deeper and deeper, his bones seemed as though they would separate, there was a deep pain in his chest like someone was slicing until they could get it open. His mouth opened as he was face to face with the mirror, his face in the middle of the light, he started to feel cold and felt as if somebody's hand had reached out to his mouth. Painfully tearing his soul out pulling it until he could feel no more pain.

"Hey Draco" said a voice coming inside the room.

A boy with white platinum hair sat against his pillows writing something; his parchment resting against his knee.

"How was detention?" came in another person mockingly, this one had black hair while the other had dark brown.

"Shut your face Rookwood" the brown hair said throwing him a dirty look.

"Why my sweet, I didn't do anything wrong"

The brown hair boy growled angrily, the black hair boy who the brown one called him 'Rookwood' turned to the boy on the bed and raised his shoulders and hands as if he was confused.

"What are you two doing tomorrow?" asked the boy in the bed.

"I'm doing homework," said Rookwood.

"I don't know yet."

"Blaise, you should go out with me, you know to another date, Blaise and Seagrave." Said Rookwood with a smirk.

"Never"

Draco, who could still hear his friends bickering as he yelled in top of his voice screaming he wanted out, he wanted to get out! It was dark, cold, and terrifying as he heard noises from the darkness. But the voices of his friends were getting fainter as he started to slip down slowly into the darkness. From a slow motion down he felt jet another pull where he had no control over dragging him faster to what ever he was about to fall into. From the darkness he saw deem light and for a second Draco thought he was about to die. The light started to become brighter until he was being consumed by it blinding him momentarily. He felt solid ground beneath him but he had felt no pain when he had fallen. He opened his eyes because he noticed that he had closed them long time ago and saw a pair of feet and could hear more voices. 'I am dead' he told himself.

A/N: well what do you think? There is more to come so please review! Thank lyou for the reviews so far!