Mirror Soul


Bellatrix entered the hall walked towards her Lord. She had a strong, brisk stride with a playful twist and held her wand hidden in the folds of her robes. She reached the Dark Lord and curtseied.

"M' Lord summond me?"

He was silent at first, he always is. she knew it was so those under scruteny could squirm.

"Indeed. It is time there was a direct attack towards those that resist me. I have been developing a potion, it is your job to administer it to whom I tell you to."

"As you wish, M' Lord."


Today could've only been improved by one thing; Harry. Okay, it would be great if Voldemort was dead as well and if her dad had a better job, but Ginny knew those things were less attainable. But even without Harry at her elbow, it was a great day. She giggled at her friends comment as she walked down Diagon Alley, coming to the mouth of Knockturn. As they passed the enterance, a cloaked figure bumped roughly into her.

"Tell Potter that the Dark Lord sends his best." a sickly cruel femine voice whispers in her ear as a liquid is split down her top and over her skin.

The cloaked figure dissapperates as Ginny falls to the ground, screaming bloody murder.


Everyone sat in the lounge room of Grimmauld Place, as per the letter that had arrived moments before. The fireplace flared with green flames and Arthur Weasley stepped out, the solemn expression out of place on his face. Harry was the first on his feet.

"Who's hurt? What happened?"

Mr. Weasley looked at him with pity, but addressed everyone.

"It's Ginny." Panic strikes Harry's face "A Death Eater poisoned her. She's at St. Mungo's but, they're having trouble identifing it."

"What!?"

"Please, stay calm Harry. There's nothing we can do about it, just let the Healers do their job. They'll find a cure." Lupin speaks as the voice of reason.

Harry stays silent for a moment, his hands forming fists that shake with energy. The hallway bulbs explode in crescendo.

"If anything happens to her, if she doesn't-" Harry chokes on his words "I'll kill them. I swear I'll kill them, I'll go out and I won't come back until they're dead."

"Don't speak rashly, Harry."

"Mr. Weasley's right, Harry. If, no- when Ginny wakes you're going to be the first person she wants to see."

Harry nods and sits, apparently satisfied with this. All the while, Tom had watched with a shine to his eyes. What feats of power.


The very first sensation, is the feeling of someone holding her hand. Not that she can move it in response, but it is still comforting. She jaggedly flutteres her eyes open, part of her wishing to shut them again when the blinding light reaches her retina. She turns her head the slightest bit.

"H- Har... y..." Ginny raspes as she sees the unmistakable mop of black hair.

He turns and behind his black rimmed glasses are red rimmed eyes.

"Ginny..." He doesn't seems to realise what has happened, then; "Ginny!"

She flinches at the too-loud sound and his voice is immediatly soft as a feather.

"Ginny, Ginny..." tears start to drip. "I'm so sorry Ginny, I'm so-"

She smiles and any possible words choke up in his throat.

"There's... nothing to b- ... sorry a- ... bout." Every word feels like her last.

"What happened?"

"Bella ... trix. She poured ... something ... on me. Can't ... remember ... anything ... else."

Harry just smiles, leans down and kisses her forehead.

"It'll be alright, Gin. It'll be alright."


Draco, Harry and Tom stood at the door, listening in on what Arthur was telling Lupin.

"Then Ginny's stabilsing?"

"She- she was."

"Was? Arthur you look terrible, what happened?"

"There was a delay in the potion. She's unconcious again and this time..."

A vase explode next to the boys, china flying in all directions. Draco and Tom turned to Harry. Harry stood there, shaking, his head bowed down and his hands balled into fists at his sides.

"I promised, I swore on it." He spoke with devistating certainty.

Then Harry ran from the room. It took the other two a while to figure out what Harry was about to do, but it clicked in the same moment. They glanced at each other, then ran in oppisite directions; Draco towards Mr. Weasley and Lupin and Tom after Harry.


"Come on then, here I am! Come and get me!" Harry stood deep in Knockturn Alley, shouting up at the air.

"Come on Bella, capture me and make your dear Dark Lord proud." He sneered his taunt.

Tom hid in the crowd of on-lookers, doing as they did and 'looking-on'. Signs of nearby shops flung in a non-existant wind, things propped up with Muggle methods fell. Tom knew the sort of thing that was coming.

"Come on! You want me dead? Fine! here's your perfect chance! You don't wanna fight here then Apparate me away so I can kill you somewhere else!"

A distored childish voice dodged through the crowd.

"I hardly think you'll be doing the killing, little baby-Potter."

The proud gait of the Death eater under the cloak belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry whirled to face her wand out front, magic still whipping around him. Lestrange only hesitated once, when a particualarly strong gust of magic blew past. She advanced on Harry Potter.

"Imperio!"

The spell struck Harry dead on, yet he merely laughed.

"No such luck 'itty-bitty' Bella." he taunted her how she usually taunted him. "You can't control me."

A sapphire spell flung from Harry's wand and the pair duelled. Tom watched with fasination as spells were dodged and exchanged. Harry was by no means a perfect dueller - spells were hitting him, but the raw power behind his own spells greatly outweighed the power behind Lestrange's.

The duel of course, was stopped soon enough. The popping sounds that announced that the aurors had arrived sounded and Lestrange made a run for it. Turning behind her she saw aurors so she instead opted for running right past Harry. This turned out to be a mistake on her part.

It would later be put down to an enraged bystander, a not-so-careful Auror or one of her own rebounding curses. Nonetheless, an emerald green light illuminated Bellatrix Lestrange's silohute for a moment, before she fell to the ground.


As they sat back in Grimmauld Place, an interesting feat took place as Molly Weasley similtaneously tried to mother Harry and scold him.

"Oh I do hope you are alright - not that I'm saying this makes it all better. But with Ginny in her condition - how could you stress her like this?"

And so it went on.

"I wonder who it was that killed her?" Ron whispered to Hermione who sat next to him.

Tom, who had paid careful attention to Harry the whole time, had seen where the Avada Kedavara curse had come from. Harry had fufilled his promise. Something else had happened to Ginny, and Harry had killed the Death Eater responsible. But the fact that Harry had killed wasn't what was knawing at Tom, not by a long shot. It was why. It knawed at him so much, he had to ask.

"Why?"

Not very tactful, just blurting it out like that. All head's turned to him. Some faces were mistrusting, renewed since his future self had done this, some were scared, but one was merely confused. Tom explained, addressing that one face.

"Why did you get so angry and... how, why-?" Tom didn't know how to finish it.

"They hurt Ginny, I couldn't let them get away with that."

"But-"

"Because I love her. Because I love her more than anything in the world, more than life itself."

"L- Love?"

He felt silent as he chewed on that tidbit of information and attention drew back to Harry. He had always grown up thinking that love was a weak emotion, it was a liability. That it was something to be used against someone. But a Death Eater (and a formadeble one if the reactions of those around him and the Lestrange from his time were anything to go by) had died because of 'love'.

No, that wasn't exactly right. Lestrange hadn't just died because of love, she'd died because of Harry's love. Harry seemed to be an exception to Tom's old rule of 'love is a weakness'. Instead of it makeing him falter, it seemed to spur him on. It was thoughts like this that was seriously skewing Tom's idea of love.


Tom lay on his bed, reading another book from the library. He liked reading, soaking in the knowledge felt... natural. There was a knock on the door preceeding Harry's messy head looking around the door.

"Hey, we're all going out to Diagon Alley in about... half an hour. Did you wanna come?"

Tom looked up, an eyebrow quirked, then looked back at his book.

"I don't think the others would appreciate my presense."

"You'll probably just be walking around with Lupin, okay and probably Draco, but don't worry about that."

That caught his attention.

"Why wouldn't I be with you? Or Ron or Hermione?"

Harry developed a vicious blush across his cheeks and he adverted his gaze.

"Well, you know, Ginny's better know and-" here he seemed to puff out a bit "I'd make sure nothing happened to her. So well-"

Tom suddenly realised what Harry was saying.

"Oh. You're going on a date."

Harry gave a shy smile and looked at him while his face pointed down.

"Erm..."

Tom sighed. No matter how strong this 'love' had made Harry, on the flip side it still made him an akward teenager.

"Sure."

Harry turned his surprised face upwards. Tom looked afronted.

"What? I figure I should get out once in a while. You made it out like pretty much no one would recognise me."

"Ye-yeah. sorry."

An akward pause.

"So see you downstairs in half an hour?"

"See you then."


Finally! I am so sorry for the long-arse wait - this has been finished for ages, but my internet's been screwy lately so I havn't updated (and I've been lazy).

And yay, I'm actually moving on in the plot line, the next chapter should add even MORE to the plot.

Read&Review please!