A/N: I do not own Harry Potter (although I wish that I did (money!! $_$)) all rights go to J.K Rowling, though I'm just borrowing her ideas and adding some of mine.

The mirror of Erised

When night fell, Harry, Draco and Rowan hid under the cloak, which luckily, was big enough to shield all three of them. They passed great deserted corridors, passed empty classrooms, and roamed an almost forgotten great hall. The moon shone through the great windows, creating a spooky aura throughout the castle. They had just left the teachers room, when a giant scream boomed from the supposedly empty library. Exchanging shocked looks with Draco and Rowan, they left for the source of the sound. When they neared the library a voice yelled around the corner.

'Ill get you scum, you cannot hide forever!' The voice reminded Harry of someone who knew who he was hunting, and knew that he was closing in on his victim.

It was Filch, and he was close.

Then Harry noticed something coming from a secret passageway. It looked strangely like a ghost in the moonlight of the windows. Then Harry realised what it was.

'There's someone over there,' Harry whispered to the two Slytherins next to him. 'It is a disillusionment charm!'

'Harry, silence whoever is hiding under that spell,' Rowan muttered. 'Draco, silence the door behind it' Rowan finished as the near invisible person looked in desperation for an escape route.

'Silencio' Harry and Draco whispered.

'Impedimenta' Rowan whispered.

Without even the smallest noise, the nearly invisible person crashed into the empty classroom it had been standing in front of. The door banged open but did not shatter, saving the Slytherins a whole lot of trouble.

The three entered the classroom, Harry muttering 'Colloportus' to seal the heavy wooden door.

Rowan had sped towards the figure, now very nearly invisible without the moonlight lightening his features, and began muttering series of spells.

'Petrificus Totalus, Obscuro, Finite' Rowan muttered, making the transparent figure stiffen, making a black blindfold appear before his eyes and making him visible.

The red hair was unmistakable, and even without the red hair, the Gryffindor robes and the freckles indentified him.

It was Weasley.

Harry had been listening until Filch had disappeared from his hearing, then turned to find Weasley lying stiffened and blindfolded on the floor. He took his wand and muttered 'Muffliato'

'He shouldn't be able to hear us now' Harry said.

'Muffliato' Draco said pointing at the door. 'Now nobody will hear us if they pass by that door' Draco explained.

'What is the Weasley doing here?' Draco wondered out loud.

'Probably wandering the library trying to find out who Flamel is.' Harry said frowning at the stiff, blindfolded figure at his feet.

'That was obviously Grangers work' Rowan said pointing at Weasley's visible body, 'which means that she has returned to Hogwarts early.'

'Or he has another accomplice' Draco speculated. 'Normally I would guess Longbottom. It wouldn't surprise me if he knew all about this little trip, but he wouldn't have been able to perform a disillusionment charm until the seventh year, brains of his.'

Harry was listening only half. He had just noticed what had been in the room with them.

A giant golden, gilded mirror stood in a corner, the words: "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi"

He looked into the mirror, and for a second, only saw his own reflection, then he saw his image change.

He was standing next to a cloaked and hooded figure, a pale chin just showing beneath his hooded robe. Harry had never seen the wizard Lucius had spoken of with such reverence. The dark wizard Voldemort. The fear of almost every wizard before he was born. Commander of the giants and the werewolves during the first wizard war.

In the mirror, Harry was standing next to him, not servant, but equal. Equal in both cloths and looks. Equal to the darkest wizard since time immemorial.

The image shifted again.

He was holding the Quidditch cup, Rowan, Draco, Nott, Flint and even Crabbe and Goyle standing behind him, smiling broadly. Snape wasn't there, only Dumbledore, who smiled a victorious smile.

The image shifted again.

He was sitting at the dinner table in Malfoy manor, together with an aged Lucius and Narcissa. Draco and himself had grown too. They had all grown, and everything looked peaceful.

Harry remembered how the blond boy had treated him when he first came there as a baby. He remembered it as if it were yesterday.

The blond haired boy, who had been his age, stood behind his father, clinging to his legs in the doorway of Malfoy manor. Harry had been frightened, for he had not wished to leave his parents. Yet he would learn to like his stay at this stranger's house.

Over time, Harry grew to know the boy called Draco more and more, and aside from the fact that Lucius frequently took Harry to their basement almost everyday, to teach him spells, to harden him, to train him, for his destiny, they eventually turned to friends, sharing nearly everything.

Harry remembered the first time Lucius had been proud of the two boys at the same time. When they both proved to have talent for Quidditch. It was then that Harry felt himself to be Draco's equal, instead of somebody of the same level had the house elf of Malfoy manor.

Harry remembered how Lucius had spoken of a wizard called Voldemort, which he seemed to hold in a terribly high regard. How he had risen to power, and how Lucius himself too, had joined him.

Over the years, Harry began to share his view. How the halfbloods and people with non magical parents should be wiped out. Only the pure would be allowed to wield magic. The more he trained, the more the shared Voldemorts views. He had never seen this dark fabled wizard whose name was almost never spoken out loud before, but knew that he would serve him. He knew would be proud to.

He remembered how Lucius told him that the Dark lord had been vanquished at the time when Harry came to the Malfoys, but in secret, Lucius believed him to be still alive, somewhere. When Harry had asked how, Lucius had responded with that even he did not know, and that his master was far more powerful then he.

And now he was looking for the very first time at the wizard who Harry had become to revere for the rest of his life, an ideal.

'HARRY' Draco said thumping him, bringing Harry back to Hogwarts. 'Are you okay?' Draco said frowning. 'You did not respond for a time. What is this?' Draco said eying the mirror.

'Don't look at it!' Harry said pushing his friend away from the mirror. 'That mirror is dangerous!' The lie felt dry in his mouth. But he had regained his senses. Only he would stand at the dark lord's side. Only he.

Harry remembered what he had been doing all this time. Almost nothing useful. He should have been learning spells at a far more faster rate, borrowing library books and learning more and more, but instead he had been doing homework, playing Quidditch and wondering how this Nicolas Flamel was.

But Draco, with his ogre friends Crabbe and Goyle, the near witless Nott, and the Quidditch captain Flint. They wanted to restrain him, to soften him, and finally to take him down. But he had seen through their deception. He would train even harder. He would play with their game a little longer. Perhaps he could use them to his own ends. He would not cease to exist.

'What about Rowan?' a voice in his head said. Yes.. Harry thought. Perhaps there can still be some measure of trust in Rowan. Rowan had always encouraged his training, and had even helped him multiple times. He had only given orders when Harry had been unable to. He was also the most powerful of all the Slytherins Harry hung out with. Yes, he could still trust Rowan. For the time being.

They levitated Weasley to his common room. He would owe them, if they would ever need it. They lifted the body bind curse, and the silencing charm, but left the blindfold so that they could make an escape before the Weasley noticed him.

Back in their dormitory, Harry went to bed, intending to read through his spell books one more time when morning came. He would grow more powerful, he had to.

Time passed, and Harry live true to his intentions to study harder. Every time before he went to bed, he tried to empty his mind, with increasing success at every attempt. Harry had also asked Snape about the sandscape curse. Snape had first been a bit amazed that Harry knew of the spell, for it was quite and old one. After explaining about the ancient book he had received from Lucius for Christmas, Snape agreed to teach him the wand movement under one condition. He would practice it when alone, and he would work harder during their lessons. He also warned Harry that this was a very dangerous curse, and normal healing spells would not work.

His heavily increased motivation, and his self incurred homework, made him accomplish a perfect non verbal shield spell in Snape's office at the 5th month, one month sooner than Snape had expected.

'Very good Potter' Snape had remarked during their last lesson. 'Even though you show perfect control of the non verbal addition, we will practice this spell for two weeks more, just to be sure you have full control. After that, we will continue. I'm planning to teach you some minor healing spells, for I think you are a complete beginner when it comes to healing spells. When you have mastered those, we will move on to the more advanced healing spells.'

When not busy with homework, school classes, or classes with Snape, Harry was studying alone in his dormitory. Draco had not been pleased when he asked to be alone, but when Harry explained that it was on Snape's orders, he gave in. Harry also learned to his dismay, that a simple 'Reparo' did not work on the objects which he turned to sand, forcing him to use the copying spell ('Geminio') again and again, as well as the vanishing spell 'Evanesco' , for piles of sand in his dormitory would raise suspicions.

Harry was so busy with practicing his spells that he had accidentally missed two Quidditch practices, literally enraging Slytherin captain Flint.

'Although I hate to say it, if you don't show up again one more time, ill kick you out of the team Potter!'

Harry couldn't really care. His goals exceeded the dreams of his captain by far.

Harry's mood improved however, when he learned that he finally had full control of the sandscape curse, not only verbally, but nonverbally as well. Nonverbally had been easy, for he already knew the basics of non verbal spells. He could now fully turn objects to sand. Although he knew that living beings were harder.

Harry's mood improved even more when Draco met him in the common room, holding a chocofrog card of Albus Dumbledore. He read the backside to a firstly uninterested Harry.

Harry's interested took a sudden turn when he realized what kind of information the card actually contained.
'The philosophers stone' Harry spoke in awe. 'Here at Hogwarts, that is what the three-headed dog guards.' Then an idea struck him. The elixir of life.

It would be the perfect, and perhaps the only way known to him to resurrect Voldemort, to become his equal. Then disappointment struck. Even if he had the stone, how would he find Voldemort, the wizard whom Harry believed to be still alive, but had hidden his whereabouts for over a century. He would find him, and the philosophers stone.

Harry felt more happy then he had felt in a very long time. Happy enough to go to the Quidditch match with the intention of winning.

He took his broom and left the Slytherin common room, telling Draco that he would see him after the match.

Harry left the castle smiling. Things would turn out exactly the way he wanted them to turn out. They would. Eventually.

A/N Mhz, this was kind of a really short chapter, but I wanted to save the next Quidditch match for the next chapter. Do you guys think I made Harry too evil when he looked into the mirror of Erised? Rereading my own story, he reminded me a bit f Gollum from Lord of the Rings. But perhaps that is just me.