Harry stood in front of Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Somebody had placed a set of magically-animated mannequins behind the store window, facing Diagon Alley. They posed and winked, showing off their robes for the crowds who barely paid them any attention.

Harry entered the store. Unlike the other stores he had entered that day, there was nobody immediately visible. In front of him was an empty counter, and off to the side was an open dressing room.

Harry asked, "Hello? Is anybody here?"

Nobody responded.

Harry walked over to the dressing room. A thick velvet curtain hung bunched up at one side of the entrance. The far wall contained a full-size mirror. Harry was about to leave when something about the mirror caught his attention. He stepped closer to give it a full inspection. As he did, a familiar blue screen appeared.

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Harry looked at the list. "Avatar choices"? What could that mean? He read the list, and as he did a name caught his attention.

Harry murmured to himself, "Lord Voldemort?"

The blue screen disappeared. Lord Voldemort appeared in front of Harry, shocked to see him. Harry was equally shocked, but didn't let his surprise get the better of him. Harry whipped out his wand, but it looked like Voldemort had the same idea. Harry threw himself sideways to avoid whatever spell Voldemort was planning-

...and crashed into the wall of the booth. In his haste to act, Harry had forgotten where he was.

As he climbed to his feet, he noticed that Lord Voldemort was doing the same.

Experimentally, Harry moved an arm. Voldemort did the same.

Harry almost laughed. It was a simple enchantment, nothing more. The mirror was obviously bewitched to change the reflection of the user. A nasty practical joke, but nothing more. Harry let out a low chuckle.

And froze. Harry's voice had changed. Harry examined the mirror again. He reached out to touch the mirror and realized that his pale hand looked exactly like the hand in the reflection.

He looked at his arm. He was dressed in ragged black robes, exactly like the ones his reflection was wearing.

His reflection.

Oh God, he had somehow become Lord Voldemort.

Harry started laughing. It was not a happy laugh. This was the laughter of a man losing his tenuous grip on reality, his psyche cracking under some terrible strain. That in itself would be enough to concern any listeners, but Voldemort's voice made the laughter seem much more villainous than it actually was.

These thoughts only made Harry laugh harder. He stumbled out the door to Diagon Alley.

"Hah hah hah haaaa!" Harry laughed in Voldemort's low voice. "Fear me, world! I am the dark lord Voldemuggle, and I am here to eat your babies! Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha haaaah!"

"Hey there, Harry," Hagrid asked. "Are you ready to go?"

Harry froze and his jaw dropped.

"Sure," he finally said weakly, "let me just... change my outfit."