"BOY!"

Biting back a groan, Harry shoved the rest of the laundry into the machine and hurried from the room, reminding himself to go back and finish the job as he moved through the house to where his aunt Petunia was pulling a large coat on.

"Dudley and I are going to the mall," she informed him coldly as she grabbed her purse and threw it over her shoulder, "I want the laundry and the weeding done by the time we get back this afternoon. No excuses".

"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry agreed instantly, keeping his voice and face blank as Dudley sneered at him victoriously.

"If you've behaved yourself when we get back, then you can take a sandwich up to your room to tide you over until dinner time," Petunia continued, seemingly having not heard his confirmation. "But only if you've behaved yourself".

"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry repeated, already certain that there would be something 'wrong' with his attitude that would end in him not getting anything beyond stale toast for dinner. He should probably feel bad about the fact that his relatives were getting to be so predictable, but all he really cared about was that once more he wasn't eating tonight.

Waiting until his aunt and cousin left the house, Harry quickly went back to the laundry closet and added the detergent to the machine, heaving the other basket of still wet clothing over so he could empty it into the dryer. Barely resisting the urge to hurl as he transferred his aunt's unmentionables into the machine, Harry faltered as a voice whispered in the back of his mind, making him lick his lips as he glanced back over his shoulder.

His brain was right… he could grab something to eat while he was alone, to make up for the breakfast he was denied, and the Dursleys would never notice. They would all assume that one of them ate it, and as long as he left no signs that it was him and as long as he didn't touch anyone's 'special' snacks, then he could easily get away with it.

As his stomach rumbled, urging him on, Harry shook his head and tried to push the thoughts from his head. He got punished for stealing food even when he'd been locked in his room all day, actually stealing the food would only end in pain and even smaller rations than he already got. And adding starvation to his nightmare-induced exhaustion would only make the too-long gap between Hogwarts years even longer.

Turning away from the idea, Harry turned on both machines and headed back through the house, planning on getting the weeding done before the sun reached its peak in the sky and the heat became unbearable.

He really needed to take better care of himself…

Not that it was easy to do, the Dursleys wouldn't allow him to be treated like a 'normal' person, and it's not like he could go against them. He was only one teenage boy, which compared to his whale of an Uncle and his mini-whale of a cousin, meant he couldn't try to demand things without having the crap beaten out of him.

He had magic though…

Not that he could use it, after Dobby's interference last year, Harry wouldn't even get time to explain himself before he was being expelled and his wand snapped.

Sighing as he grabbed a lighter shirt from his trunk, one that wouldn't cause him to overheat as much as the one he was wearing at the moment, Harry moved through to the bathroom. He may not be able to just steal food, but there was one thing that he could always help himself to without the Dursleys catching on. And since he was going to be spending the rest of the day in the sun, he knew he definitely wanted to cover up with some sunscreen, instead of including sunburnt to his list of problems.

Stripping off his current shirt and dropping it to the floor at his feet, Harry pulled out the sunscreen and squirted a generous amount into his palm, looking up at his reflection in the mirror and promptly freezing.

"Boo," his reflection said simply, a smirking flashing across his face seconds before his hand was reaching out of the mirror and snapping shut around his throat, Harry not even having time to react before he was being pulled in.

Harry's eyes snapped open suddenly, transferring from the realm of sleep into the realm of… not sleep..., as if someone had flicked a switch.

Staring up at the ceiling above his bed, Harry lay there stiffly, part of his mind screaming that something was wrong. What was he doing in his room? He was supposed to be doing the gardening, so why was he sleeping on his bed?

Feeling something crinkling beside his head as he shifted, Harry pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked around his room slowly, his mind once more telling him that something was wrong. Glancing down by his pillow, he frowned at the sight of the brown paper bag, hesitantly reaching out for it and plucking the small parchment note from the top of it.

"I think you'll find these to your liking".

His frown deepening, Harry pushed the bag aside for a moment as he climbed off his bed, shooting his bedroom door a guilty look as he moved over to his open window to peer out it at the perfectly weeded garden.

What in the name of Merlin was going on here? He hadn't done the gardening, he had finished the laundry, and then he'd gone to put some sunscreen on… only for… Harry's head snapped around and he stared at his bedroom door in horror. The mirror… his reflection. His hand rose up to gently touch his throat, remembering the feeling of the cold hand as it clamped shut and cut off his oxygen. He had been pulled into the mirror, into his own reflection, which had clearly been alive somehow.

But… someone did the gardening, and it wasn't him. He doubted he'd be feeling so well fed if it had been up to his Aunt to hire someone, he would be locked in his room without dinner for a week perhaps, but they definitely wouldn't have fed him enough that he felt like he was going to burst.

A cold breeze from behind him made Harry freeze, looking down at his naked body in shock, not having noticed his state of undress before, and eternally thankful that the open window didn't go lower than his belly button. Hurrying over to his dresser, Harry froze again as he tugged it open to reveal row upon row of unfamiliar clothing, the other drawers containing new clothing as well.

This wasn't real… it couldn't be. He had new clothing. He was well fed. He'd even been allowed to sleep in to what looked like around noon. Either he'd died and gone to heaven or something, or… or he'd been pulled into an alternate dimension in the mirror? It certainly sounded stupid, but with magic who knew what was possible, for all he knew it was common knowledge in the Wizarding world to stay away from possessed mirrors.

Feeling a little hesitant about the idea, Harry pulled on a set of the new clothes, feeling slightly uncomfortable standing there in a fitted black henley, a pair of extremely tight jeans, and what felt like skin-tight briefs… Actually… aside from the uncomfortableness of the new clothing, he looked rather good. He definitely felt vain as he inspected himself in the mirror hanging above his desk, maybe once he figured everything out he'd invest in some new clo- and his reflection just winked at him.

Nervously following his reflection's eyes, Harry stared at the paper bag on his bed cautiously, glancing back at himself in the mirror to find his reflection was acting completely normal. Backing towards his bed, and keeping an eye on the mirror that hadn't been there last time he'd been in his room, Harry fell backwards onto his bed, pausing as he realised that apparently his bed was new too as he sank right down into the soft mattress. Taking a moment to close his eyes and relax, his need to understand what was happening rose up again, making him reach out to gently upend the bag beside him, staring down at the small black box in confusion.

It was a watch, he discovered after opening it, a beautiful watch on a simple black leather wristband.

But he hated it for one simple reason… the background of the watch, its face, was a mirror. A mirror currently containing a twinkling emerald green eye that winked at him again.

"What are you?" he whispered to himself, both wanting to put the watch on, and wanting to throw it to the ground and stamp on it.

"What do you think I am?" came the unexpected response from across the room, Harry's head snapping up in fear to stare at his smirking reflection.

"I- I uh, a spirit?" Harry asked nervously, licking his lips as he watched his reflection watching him intently. "Some kind of spirit, that's possessing the mirror, or me".

His reflection scoffed slightly, "Nothing so dramatic, I assure you," he promised. "Remember what Dumbledore said? About how Tom Riddle transferred some of his power into us?" he question.

"There's no 'Us'," Harry denied instantly, hating the way his stomach clenched and the way he could feel his heart skipping a beat, his own body rebelling against his claim.

"Oh Harry," his reflection murmured, looking truly heartbroken as he smiled softly at him, "You have no idea".

"There is no 'Us'," he repeated stubbornly, "You're not me! You're-" Harry froze as his brain clicked to his reflection's words, "-You're the power Tom Riddle transferred into me," he blurted.

His reflection only gave a half-shrug in response to Harry's accusation. "In a way, I guess I am," the mirror image of himself confessed, "Except Dumbledore lied to us. Tom Riddle didn't transfer his power into us," he corrected slowly, Harry unable to tear his eyes away, "Tom Riddle transferred himself, or part of himself anyway. Much like he did to his diary in fact. The bin is at the end of our bed," his reflection added a couple of seconds later, in time for Harry to throw himself down his bed and scramble for the bin.

He was talking to Tom Riddle… a part of Tom Riddle was in his head, and talking to him. Tom Ri- no, Voldemort, was in him. There was part of Voldemort inside him, oh Merlin…

"Relax Harry, it's dead," his reflection's voice called out as he threw up into the bin again. "Mum's protection damaged it a bit when we fought Quirrell last year. And then the dark magic of the diary woke it up, in time for the basilisk venom to almost destroy it. It was too weak to survive on its own, so it tried to take over. It gathered up every negative emotion, every bad thought and cruel desire, and it tried to overwhelm you. But our magic destroyed it," he continued, Harry able to hear the smugness in his reflection's voice.

"But that wasn't all that happened. It was a soul, Harry," his reflection whispered as he raised his head to stare at the mirror, "It had life, life that was given unto me. I'm everything you push away, every emotion you repress. I'm the darkness of your very soul, everything Voldemort tried to use against you, given life," the mirror image hissed out darkly.

"You're not real," Harry denied quickly, the idea that the 'darkness of his very soul' was now alive and living in his head chilling him to the bone.

"I'm just as real as you," his reflection corrected bluntly, "I'm your dark side. I guess you could say that had you grown up any differently, had you not quashed your anger and concentrated on being such a good little boy, that you could have been me".

"You're not real," Harry argued again, fingers twitching to find some parchment and send Dumbledore a letter asking for help.

"If I'm not real, Harry, then who did your homework for you?" his reflection questioned simply, "Who did your chores? Who fed you, bathed you, while your mind slept? You bought you new clothes? You stole you that watch?" there was a pause in which Harry could hear his heart pounding rapidly in his ears, "Who looked after you when no one else would?"

"What do you want?" Harry demanded, refusing to show how shaken he felt at his reflection's last sentence.

"A name," his reflection admitted instantly, "I may just be the yin to your yang, your mirror image. I'm the Slytherin to your Gryffindor, Harry. But I'm as good as your twin, I'm just as alive as you. And I need, I want, a name of my own".

"I thought we were an 'Us'? Why would you need your own name?" Harry snapped angrily, his mind going around and around in circles, completely lost.

"We'll always be 'Us'," his reflection countered, "But even Fred and George are their own people, despite being FredandGeorge".

"Evan," Harry mumbled before he could stop himself.

"Excuse me?" his reflection questioned, part of Harry telling him that he had heard and was only asking to make him say it.

"Evan," Harry repeated out loud, "Mum's last name".

'Evan' was silent for a moment, before softly clearing his throat. "Here's the deal, Harry," he declared gently, "You weren't taking care of yourself, of us, so I put you to sleep and took control while your mind recovered. If you don't look after yourself, then I will. And I have almost twelve years of repressed anger to work off, so I get the feeling you won't like my methods," he promised coldly.

"I'm not some, demon, or spirit," Evan continued, "I don't to take over your body and watch the world burn. I take care of us, and only us, I couldn't care less about your friends or the Wizarding world," he added as Harry stared up at him. "As far as my mind is concerned, you're my twin brother, even if I'm not flesh and blood. Do you understand?"

Yeah… Harry understood. It was actually scary how he felt the same way about 'Evan' already. He didn't think he could actually contact Dumbledore for help, since Dumbledore would try get rid of Evan, and some part of Harry felt sick at the very idea of it.

"Come on now Harry," Evan ordered, "Stand up. Put your watch on, and go downstairs. It's lunchtime, and I'm starving".

"The Dursleys won't let us eat lunch," Harry corrected automatically, still marvelling over the way Evan seemed to have just 'clicked' into place in his head.

"Correction. The Dursleys will let us eat lunch," Evan corrected smugly, "You were asleep for two days, Harry. I taught them a lesson they're never going to forget. Oh don't worry," he said quickly when Harry froze, "I didn't physically harm them… much".

SHADOW OF MINE

Inspired by Dis Lexic's Demons at Hogwarts challenge.

So this story isn't at ALL what the OP was looking for, sitting back and reading it has clearly shown me that. BUT I find myself interested by this idea, and want to know what you guys think.

Think of Evan as Harry's Slytherin half given a life as a split personality.

I don't own Harry Potter.