Mirrored Reality
A/N: Fred was singing some song about a mirror, (no idea whatsoever) and I had a strike of brilliance and decided to write about it. ;) Wish me luck!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's characters in any way, shape, or form. Unfortunately.
Chapter One – The Attack on Diagon Alley
Harry was in the back room of Madame Malkin's getting fitted for new clothes. His girlfriend had recently discovered that he only had elephant-sized hand-me-down rags from Dudley. She practically dragged him from the Burrow into the floo and to Madame Malkin's to get him fitted for clothing suitable of "someone of his status." He didn't see why he really needed more clothing. Honestly, he thought his clothes were fine. He wasn't naked, and they weren't in too bad of shape. Besides, he wore robes over the tops of his clothes anyways when he wasn't wearing his school uniform. She was different; something special that he had never seen before.
~~Library – Mid Fourth Year~~
She was in Slytherin, so he had been rather wary at first when she had approached him when he was studying alone in the library one day. She asked for his help on a DADA assignment from Professor Moody. She was a year older than Harry, but Professor Moody was doing similar things in all of his classes because of how behind most of the students were in defence class. She wasn't like any of the crazy fan girls that followed him around, or asked for his help just so they could stare at him and giggle while not listening to him at all. He helped her, she thanked him, and left without a glance behind at him. He was completely stunned.
No one had ever treated him like a normal person like that before, not even Ron and Hermione completely treated him normally. They always fussed over him and treated him like he was a child – almost – that needed to be guided. Slowly, over the next week, he started noticing her more. She often passed him on the way to her classes. It was like he was seeing her everywhere after that time in the library. He couldn't figure out how he had never noticed her before. Patricia Boggwater was a beautiful girl with long blonde hair with light blue-lavender eyes.
At mealtimes, Harry would sit on the side of the Griffyndor table that faced the Slytherin table in hopes of seeing her. His friends couldn't understand why he was so obsessed with her. It had been a month since their encounter in the library, but he couldn't get his mind off of her. Hermione came up behind him in an annoyed huff. She grabbed his arm and practically dragged him off. He almost fell off the bench he was sitting on when she had started to drag him away. She pulled him into the Entrance Hall and glared at him. He was slightly surprised. He didn't know what he had done to annoy her so much, so he waited for her to stop glaring at him and explain what was going on. Then she took a deep breath, "Harry, just ask her out already! It's getting pretty old to see you just sitting there staring at her."
His eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "What – I can't – why are you – Hermione! I can't do that!"
She just looked at him, one eyebrow raised. "And why can't you? You can face down basilisks, Voldemort, and Triwizard tasks, but you can't ask a girl to go out with you?"
She smirked at him when he slumped in defeat. "Go ask her before you forget how scary I am."
With one last look at Hermione, he went back into the Great Hall to ask out one beautiful Slytherin.
~~Madame Malkin's – Present Day~~
He was just beginning to get bored, when he heard multiple cracks of apparation. There was the sound of screaming and glass windows, most likely store front windows, being broken. Harry, still in a silk emerald green button up and black trousers, he raced to Patricia, wand in hand in a protective stance. Suddenly, a black shape appeared in front of the door. Too quick for him to react, a spell blasted him backwards into the direction he came from inside the store and away from Patricia. "Harry!" she shrieked after him.
"Patricia! Get behind something!" He shouted to her. He was on the other end of the shop, directly in front of the fitting mirror. She hesitated a moment, before she turned and ran to hide behind the shop's counter. She was hit with the Cruciatus before she could make it. She screamed in pain. Her attacker was Voldemort himself. Voldemort let out a high, cold laugh. "Good girl, Patricia. I almost thought you wouldn't carry through."
Patricia had betrayed him? Shopping today had been a ruse to get him here in Diagon Alley? Harry looked at her, she was still on the ground breathing heavy from the crucio. As if she could feel his eyes on her, she looked up at him. "I'm sorry Harry. He was going to kill my sister if I didn't get you to come here. I had no choice. You have some chance of living, she doesn't."
He nodded at her, it hurt that she'd betray him, but he knew her sister. Antlia was a really sweet first year Ravenclaw that looked a lot like Patricia. Patricia loved her sister more than her parents or any other family member and she always tried to look out for her. "My parents gave Antlia to the Dark Lord to make me cooperate. My parents told the Dark Lord about us, and they told me I had to bring you to Diagon Alley today, or they would kill her."
She screamed again as Voldemort cast the Cruciatus on her. With another cruel, high laugh he said, "As fascinating as this all is, I find myself growing bored with this." He pointed his wand in Harry's direction and said, "Capio intra speculum dimensio"
By this time, Harry was already on his feet. He didn't recognize the spell, so he dodged out of the way, not chancing it that a Protego might not work. The spell hit the mirror behind Harry. Not sparing a thought that the spell didn't reflect off the mirror, he began to taunt one of the most powerful dark lords people had seen in a while. "Not quite up to par today, huh Tom? Shame, really. I was almost hoping for a challenging duel."
Voldemort just smirked at Harry as though he was missing out on a particularly obvious joke. "If I am 'not quite up to par' what would that say about you? Still missing the obvious, Harry."
Voldemort shot a blasting curse at Harry. Harry managed to get a Protego up in time to block the curse, but the force of the spell still knocked him backwards a mite. His back bumped into the mirror behind him, but to his surprise, it was like falling into water. He could feel the mirror there, but it wasn't solid anymore. Off balance, Harry fell through the mirror.
He hit the hardwood floor of Madame Malkin's shop. Scrambling to his feet, Harry looked around for Voldemort and couldn't help but wonder why Voldemort would do something so simple as to make a mirror not a solid anymore. Voldemort was no where to be seen. In fact, the entire store seemed wrong. Like the racks and displays were flipped somehow. Patricia wasn't anywhere to be found either. Hearing the cold laughter of Voldemort coming from behind him, he whirled around.
There it was. It was the mirror he had fallen through. Voldemort was on the other side of the glass along with Patricia. "Say goodbye Harry Potter. There is no counter-curse to this Dimension Trap, no reverse, no way back. Stuck in a similar world, but never here."
He looked as though he was going to say something else when he was hit by some spell from behind. It was Patricia. She looked directly at Harry and said, "I'm so sorry for everything, Harry. I love –"
Her last words were brutally cut off, when the Dark Lord Voldemort shot the killing curse at her. Her lifeless body fell to the ground. Eyes glazed, mouth still puckered in preparation of her last words. Words that will now never be spoken. Eyes that will never see her sister again. Harry distantly heard someone screaming "NO!" in the background until he realized it was him screaming. Brokenly, he fell to his knees, sobbing. He never even told her how much he liked her. He wasn't really sure what love was, but he thought that might have been what he felt for her. He would never get to tell her. She was gone.
A/N – Capio intra speculum dimensio – essentially it means "captured within the looking glass dimension"