Carolquin – well he was the most logical person I figured

Stinkin Sammy Jay – here is more, your welcome

Graham Mallalieu – I hope this chapter is enjoyable

Ginny278 – The story is focused on what Harry sees in the mirror. He knows what it is, but he is sort of afraid of it.

Chapter 6 Beyond the Mirror

Harry took a deep breath before standing before the mirror. He had already figured on what he might see. But it was something that he did not want to think about, much less look at. Harry let the images of the mirror come to him.

In the mirror Harry saw a boy, only a toddler. He was being picked up by a redheaded woman.

"That's my son." Harry said to Voldemort. "That's his mother, Ginny."

"But you are not with her now are you?" Voldemort asked in what Harry determined to be his most sincere sounding voice.

"Because I can't be. Our time together has ended." Harry answered.

"You are not still sure about that." Voldemort said. "I have another task of you. Step through this door."

Harry was not sure where the door had come from that Quirrell had opened. But Harry knew he had to see this thing through. He walked through the darkened door.

Ginny appeared in the fireplace after about a good five minute argument with Ron for waking her at such a horrid hour when she had worked two shifts.

"What is going on that is so damn important?"

"Harry." Ron started.

Ginny looked around the room. She saw Harry apparently asleep on a chair with a blanket. Hermione was standing over him. She looked as though she was trying to care for him. Another woman who she did not recognize was standing next to Hermione. Her fists were clenched like she was ready for a fight.

Then Ginny noticed the small bowl on the table. "He went on a vision quest didn't he?"

"Yes," Hermione answered.

"I'm leaving." Ginny said looking for the floo powder. "He got himself in to this. Let the Centered Focused Divinition Assistant there handle it."

Ron quickly grabbed her. "You can't leave him like this. Something is going on with him."

"Watch me." Ginny said opening the jar to the floo powder. "Anything that happens to him is all on him. There was something he wanted to know about himself and this was the only way he knew how to do it. So I will just let him be."

"I think I just identified the smartest person in your family, Weasley." Jeanette said. "I think you should follow her example and leave."

"How can you be so heartless about this?" Hermione shouted. "Both of you." She said indicating both Ginny and Jeanette.

"I am not heartless." Jeanette immediately shot back. "I have been doing this for ten years now. He was open to it and I obliged."

Ginny nodded her head. "That is why I am letting him get away with this. He did it to himself. Besides he only wants to be left alone. That was the last thing he said to me. He didn't want to be bothered."

Ron looked at Harry. Nothing was said about the argument that he had with Ginny the last time she was at their flat. He had been cold since the final battle. Maybe this was what we needed.

"I think maybe we should just let him be." Ron said.

"That is the most reasonable thing you said all night." Jeanette said. She was expecting Hermione to be the reasonable one.

"I won't leave him like this." Hermione said. "I'll be here when he wakes."

"I'll do the same." Ron said.

"I think you too are off your rocker." Ginny said. "But I am willing to stay just because. Besides Harry might need a little healer assistance."

"I can handle that." Jeanette said. "But if you insist on staying I might ask that you give me my space so I can work."

"Fine." Ginny said. "I will just assist you." In truth Ginny disliked being so outspoken about her hatred for Harry. But it seemed the only way for everyone to understand that she wanted no part of him. Not anymore. Or at least that is what she kept telling herself.

The room Harry stepped into was his room. It was his baby room at Godric Hollow.

Harry just stood there looking around. Through the main door came a woman. "Harry." She said

"Mum," Harry asked staring at the image he had come to know has his mother.

She nodded.

Harry did the only thing that he could. He hugged her. They just stood there hugging for what seemed like forever. "I missed you so much." He finally said, crying into her shoulder.

"I know." She answered him. She brought herself back to face him. Her arms were still clasped around his. "You're so grown up now. Just like we hoped."

"We?" Harry asked.

They were soon joined by another.

"Dad." Harry said watching his dad come in. Harry moved as fast as he could.

When they meant they threw their arms around each other into a hug. They were joined momentarily buy Harry's mum.

This was something Harry secretly dreamed of for years. Hugging his parents. Harry just stayed there hugging them. He wanted this to last.

"You wanted to talk to us." His dad said to him.

"Yes." Harry answered.