Summary: Harry James Potter was a stillborn in the physical plane, but in the spiritual plan he is a soul fated to roam through the realm of mirrors, to learn from an unexpected Hogwarts student how to wield magic and to fall in love with the person he would have been fated to kill had he been born alive.
Warnings: Profanity, Alternate Universe, Cussing, Maiming, Death, Spirits, possible snarkyness along with eventual yaoi.
Pairings: Will eventually be a Voldemort(older version of Tom)/ Harry
Disclaimer: I don't own HP, no matter how much I may want to.
P.S.- Yep quick update, no it probably won't happen that often. Alrighty then, hope Y'all enjoy!
Mirror Struck
By Ciel Leon
Chapter 2- The Boy in the Glass
When he was only a boy, Theo had been told many stories by his older brother.
Many of these stories would often have another kid in tears, or stuck with nightmares for the rest of their childhood.
Not Theodore though- he loved these horror stories, sometimes even thought they had really happened- and there wasn't a story in Mals repertoire that had scared Theodore, even when he was younger.
No, the honor for scaring Theodore Nott so badly he had nightmares for days, let alone weeks belonged to Theodore's Aunt.
It was a story the young Slytherin would remember for the rest of his life- regardless of what dangers he faced in real life.
The story had been called 'Mirror Trap' and while Theo had scoffed at the name initially, he also learned to never judge something because of the way it sounds.
Then again, no adult would usually allow their children to be told a story where every single mirror in the world, as well as the inhabitance of the 'invisible' creatures in the mirror suddenly come alive and, for no apparent reason, become focused on killing (in some of the most grotesque ways) the protagonist.
Yeah. Theodore would admit it freely. His Aunt was one hell of a story teller and he'd been scared shitless.
So it was with the memory of that particular story that had Theodore screaming like a little girl when he saw the boy in the mirror while going down the second floor staircase to the first while heading down to the dungeons.
His reaction did the last thing he wanted it to do. It drew the boys attention to him.
So he did what anyone who was confronted with the one thing they think of as their worst nightmare.
Translation? He bolted all the way down into the dungeons, through the portrait hole hiding the Slytherin Common Room, up the stairs to his dorm room and hid underneath his covers, trembling and trying to convince himself that it was all just a bad dream- he even pinched himself.
No luck of course.
When Theodore passed the same mirror he'd spotted the boy in the next day while heading towards Transfiguration, he eyed the reflective glass suspiciously before moving on.
The fact that the mirror was empty only helped to solidify the idea that what he had seen the other night was merely a hallucination.
But of course, it was just his luck that when he sat down on the Slytherin side of the classroom that he caught sight of the one mirror in the room- the one hanging on the wall on the far left wall of the classroom, perfectly in his line of sight and with the image of a perfectly curious boy watching McGonagall move about and lecture the class.
Theo didn't pay attention to the teacher at all that period- he was too focused on making sure the boy in the glass wouldn't come out of the mirror and try to kill everyone.
From then on Theodore was seeing the boy everywhere at least twice a day.
Sometimes in hallway mirrors, other times in the mirrors on the walls of the Grand Staircase, and many times in his own classrooms.
The more days that went by, the more Theodore relaxed.
The boy wasn't doing anything after-all, he was just watching, and perhaps listening to the teachers and the students themselves.
Later on, Theo realized no one else had noticed the boy and a feeling of pity began to slowly build up inside him- something that would have Theo both cursing and praising Merlin himself due to the decision he made after three weeks of observation.
Theodore decided he wanted to meet the boy in the glass.
Theodore realized later that he wouldn't be able to talk to the boy in the glass during the day- there were just too many people roaming the corridors, he would ultimately be spotted and it would just end up being a huge mess.
So the young Slytherin snuck out late that night and, after some deliberation, chose to seek out Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and use the mirrors there to interact with the boy in the mirrors.
After finding the bathroom and avoiding several teachers along the way, Theo stood in front of one of the sinks that had a mirror set into the stone above the faucet.
He stood in front of the mirror awkwardly, shifting his weight nervously while he waited for the face he'd become so familiar with to appear in front of him.
It was after fifteen minutes of nervous twitching that Theodore finally had enough.
"Hey!" Theodores' voice was a harsh whisper as he tapped on the glass, "Are you still in there? Or am I just hallucinating that you exist in the first place?"
...
"Hellooo?!"
Harry had never thought he'd hear anyone talking to a mirror until he head the first 'Hey!'.
Blinking, the eleven year-old's eyes darted around cautiously, searching for the person who might have been calling him out.
Whatever the person in front of the mirror in the physical realm said next was muffled and spoken so quickly the words seemed to run into each other to make it sound something like: yotilheroriushulcinatinuexit eirsalace.
Harry blinked, slightly confused even as his eyes continued to scan his favorite set of mirrors for anyone-
It was another boy, a student at the school- Hogwarts- if the robes were anything to go by, and in the snake house apparently too.
Hesitantly, Harry took a step forward towards only to recoil when the other boy- dark brown hair awry and dark brown eyes searching the reflective surface of the mirror- called out a louder and more impatient 'Hellooo!?'.
It took Harry a few moments to reach the mirror the boy was using and by the time he did, the boy was already turning away.
That is, until Harry knocked gently against the glass on his side of their separate dimensions.
The boy wheeled about in surprise, untamed hair flowing with his movements as he came to a rest, facing the mirror again, his eyes wide and filled with wonder.
Harry couldn't help but smile as he finally heard the other boys' voice clearer than ever.
"Wow."