Disclaimer: I'm still working on some polyjuice potion to become J.K. Rowling and steal her ownership rights. All I need now, are a magically compartmentalized trunk, boomslang skin, and some of her hair...

Chapter Two – Through the Looking Glass

The morning was cold and dank, and having sleeping quarters in the dungeons did nothing to improve Harry's mood. His nose was cold and he didn't feel like getting up. Casting the tempus charm, he found that it was only six in the morning. Figuring he woke up for a reason, he closed his eyes and opened up his senses.

Someone was in the living room. Reluctantly climbing out of covers, he grabbed his wand and toed himself over to his door. It was most likely his father getting up and preparing for his day, but he listened just in case for anything that might clue him in to who was moving around. Hogwarts may be an extremely safe place, but one could never be too sure.

Damn, Harry silently cursed to himself. He knew he was spending too much time with Moody. The man was completely paranoid. Granted, he had plenty of wizards with a vendetta against him and had good reason to be paranoid, but still.

Listening closely to the pattern of the footfalls, he relaxed. The footfalls sounded like pacing, and if anything, his father seemed to love pacing first thing in the morning as he organized his mind for the day. Turning back around, he made a beeline for his bed. He was soo ready to climb back under the warmth of his covers. Climbing back under the still warm covers, Harry let himself sink back into unconsciousness.

~Hours Later~

Harry was feeling stiff from sleeping in the same position for so long and began stretching to ease his stiff body, but paused when something at the corner of his eye moved. The ceiling just outside of bathroom connected to his room looked like it had light reflecting off of water. He knew he should be wary of unknown factors that weren't easily discernible, but he couldn't stop himself. It was like he was drawn to the shimmering light that originated from the bathroom.

Pushing the door all the way open, he saw that it was the mirror on the wall that was emanating the strange light. The surface of the mirror itself had slight tremors and waves, like a silver pool of water. Harry tried to get his mind to focus, to think what diagnostic spell he could use to figure out what the mirror was, but he couldn't even look away from it.. Leaning close, he placed a palm on the rippling reflective surface and then he was falling. He wasn't even sure how, but he was falling into and through the mirror.

Landing on his feet with a jolt, Harry lost his balance and tripped backwards. He whacked his head on the still open door of the bathroom. Cursing loudly, he rubbed the back of his head. Glancing around, he noticed that the sink area and mirror were on the wrong wall of the bathroom. It was like everything had been reversed, or flipped somehow. Before he could continue his observations or train of thought, his bedroom door flew open.

He saw his father standing there with a scowl on his face. With a sheepish grin, he began apologizing, "Sorry about that, I sorta hit my head. I know you keep telling me not to but it kinda just slipped out..." He trailed off as he noticed his father wasn't just upset. He was incensed and was stalking towards him. He was a little surprised that his father was in such a foul mood. Usually, he didn't get this upset over a bit of cursing. His arm was grabbed roughly, "What are you doing here, Potter?" His father spat out at him.

Now Harry was confused. Potter? He had legally changed his name years ago. Like, when he was six.

"Dad?" he queried. He was sneered at with such loathing, he wondered what on earth had happened. His father never looked at him like that. "Stupid boy, I'm not your father. That arrogant man is dead, thank Merlin. I have no idea what you're doing here, but you're coming with me. Let's see what Dumbledore has to say about all this."

Hearing those words coming out of his father's mouth snapped him out of his confused stupor. He stomped on the look-alike's instep, and wrenched his left arm away, shooting a stupefy, body bind, and expelliarmous in quick succession with his right.

The man successfully deflected the first spell, but he wasn't quite quick enough to catch the second and third spells. Harry shot out his arm to catch the man's wand as it flew through the air. The look-alike was on the ground with a furious look on his face. "Potter!" the man exploded. "What in the blazes do you think you're doing?! Attacking a professor!"

But Harry wasn't listening. He had already tuned the man out, and began pacing. Harry began to attempt to assess what he knew about his situation and surmise what was going on. One, he was not in his room anymore, because this room was in obvious disuse and completely turned around from his. Two, the look-alike on the floor either killed or incapacitated his father and is using polyjuice in preparation to impersonate his father. Three, the man worked for Dumbledore. That in itself was enough to decide where he was heading.

As if remembering the man was still there and conscious, Harry snapped his head back around to look at the poser on the ground. Pointing his wand at the man, "Who are you, and where are we," he demanded. The man started getting red in the face, "What are you talking about Potter? As if you don't know. You obviously broke into my quarters here at Hogwarts, you insolent brat," he spat out.

Blinking, Harry made no response and cast a location charm. He discovered that the man was telling the truth about still being in Hogwarts and if he were to take a guess, he would say he was still in the dungeons. The temperature was definitely too cold to be any higher in the castle. "I know for a fact that you cannot be 'Professor Snape' and this is not his quarters. I don't know who you are, but you better hope, for your sake, that my father is okay." Stunning and levitating the look-alike, he began the trek to the headmaster's office.

A/N: In case anyone got confused, the Harry this chapter was talking about was Mirror World (MW) Harry. The first chapter's Harry was the one we started with, so let's call him Origin World (OW) Harry.