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Chapter Three – Fitting into This New Life

(OW Harry in MW)

Harry just sat in front of his entrance to the Mirror World, hand on the glass as if he could will himself back into his original world. The mirror wasn't really a mirror anymore, it was more like a window. He could see everything still happening, he just couldn't come through. Remembering that the other side could see him too, he formed his face into an expressionless mask, he wiped his eyes and straightened up. He would not lose more than he already had to Voldemort.

"Poor Harry Potter. You have no way to help your friends and family now, do you? Oh, wait." The Dark Lord cocked his head to the side as though remembering something. "I killed all of your family already. Oops." A slow snake-like smile curved on his pale, thin lips.

Harry immediately thought of the Weasleys. They were planning on getting more wards around their house this summer. As he was still thinking about how much more protection they would need, and realizing that Voldemort was probably referring to his parents, the scene had shifted. Suddenly, he was looking at Ron's room. Harry could hear Ron snoring, see the rise and fall of the blankets he was under, see clothing strewn across the foot of his bed, everything. He could tell the mirror he was looking through, was the one on the wall near the door.

Trying to figure out how he had managed to change his the scene he was seeing in the mirror, he tried tapping the glass with his finger tip. With a snort to himself, he wondered what Aunt Petunia would do if her vanity mirror suddenly had her nephew peering out of it. A second later, much to his surprise, he was looking at Aunt Petunia. She jumped up and backwards, away from her vanity's mirror, she started shrieking.

Harry couldn't help himself and started to laugh at his aunt's shock. It was as though he had broken a dam and couldn't stop. He just kept laughing. Laughing at the fact he was stuck inside a blinking mirror, laughing that he had found trouble even going clothes shopping, and just laughing in general because if he didn't laugh, he knew he'd cry.

He knew Aunt Petunia was demanding something from the other side of the mirror, and that someone in the shop he was currently in, was bound to hear him, he couldn't bring himself to care. Eventually, when he managed to stop himself from laughing, he glanced around himself. No one was there, so he guessed the employees of the shop were on lunch break or something.

Harry knew that since he was still on Diagon Alley, no one would be able to tell if he did under age magic. The Trace was faulty in that it couldn't tell exactly who cast the spell, only where the spell was cast. Harry conjured up mirror right next to the came through. The mirrors were identical, so he left his conjured one, shrunk the mirror he came through, and took it with him as he left the shop.

No one even spared him a glance as he stepped out of the shop. That in itself would have been odd if he hadn't remembered he cast a notice-me-not charm on himself. Taking in the scenery, he noticed that there were slight differences between his Diagon Alley and this one. The alley was shabbier than what he was used to, and there were people at the corners. Homeless people, he would assume. He wondered what could have happened. Back in his home world, things weren't quite this bad. Here, it looked as though Voldemort might not have ever been defeated.

A few shops he didn't recognize, had boarded up windows and obvious dingy blank places where the sign had been. The day itself was quite pleasant, with the sun shining and only small patches of fluffy clouds sparsely scattered across the sky, but the atmosphere of the people around him were heavy with despair and depression. Like there was no hope to be found, only temporary pleasures that wouldn't last long.

Shaking himself, as though trying to shrug off the hopeless feelings of the people around him, Harry began heading to the Leaky Cauldron. Checking his pockets as he went, he realized that he literally had nothing but his wand with him. Typically he had a money pouch and invisibility cloak with him, but since he was being fitted for clothing, it was all in the clothing he had left behind in the world he came from. The only reason he had his wand was because he always kept it in his arm holster.

Pausing when he reached the back entrance to the Leaky Cauldron, he slipped off his shoe to grab his "just in case money" as he called it and put it in his pocket. He usually kept three or four galleons in his right shoe in case something happened. He never thought that he'd actually ever need it. Funny how now he actually needed it. It was just enough to pay the Knight Bus fare.

After tapping the bricks at the back of the Leaky Cauldron, he made his way fluidly through the pub. Stepping out, he raised his wand in the air and quickly stepped backwards. He ended the notice-me-not charm and managed to speak before Stan Shunpike could get a word in. "I'm pretty sure I only have just enough for the fare, so I don't want hot chocolate, a toothbrush, or whatever other overpriced item you might attempt to sell me. Do you think you can get me to Hogwarts?"

Stan scowled for a moment, then eyed Harry suspiciously. "Three galleons and eight sickles. Fancy dressed guy like you only got that much? What, you been gamblin'?"

Shrugging non-committally, Harry fished the four galleons out and handed them over. Stan ushered him on to the bus and handed Harry his nine sickles change. Choosing a bed near the middle of the bus and laying down, Harry used a sticking charm to the feet of the bed to keep it in place. Even if the Knight bus was magical, he knew it was going to be a long ride.

A/N: Woo hoo! Quick update! Chapter Four might take me a while though...Not sure what I want going on for the Harrys. Please Review!

-George