Harry Potter: He Who Shall Not Be Remembered

Chapter 6

Chapter 6: The reflection speaks

More often than not, We find ourselves acting in contrast to our true emotions-?
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Harry stared into his reflection.

A common habit in humans either done to appreciate or depreciate their worth.

An abnormal human would stare at his reflection deep in the eye as if talking to his subconscious mind and mutter some affirmations.

Others just like the fact their bodily features increased or decreased.

Harry did the same too, He'd wear a smile while inspecting his body checking his growth except he wasn't smiling to show his attractive features this time, He wasn't flexing his muscles, Showing his physique that was built from his torturous masochistic-like habits of breaking and restructuring his body something he and he alone liked to call working out.

He wasn't practising keeping smiles on his face so he'd look normal and not like the broken sociopath he was.

But he stared at his reflection, What stared back at him registered in the deepest parts of his brain slightly shaking his cold heart, Hence making his magic unstable at this moment, He was at his weakest.

Everything was normal but what he saw brought back old feelings, feelings of longing and regret he thought he was incapable of feeling.

He was staring at the mirror of the Erised, It shouldn't be here, It wasn't here yesterday nor the day before

'Did Dumbledore do this? '

He had seen the mirror before when he stole the Soccerer's stone from it after Dumbledore hid it, The stone that was still in his possession But that time he didn't pay attention to the illusions and just focused on getting the stone plus he was in his vampire form, In that state he didn't really have a reflection.

Yes, Magical vampires don't have reflection.

It made him think Dumbledore moved it here just so he'd see it.

But what was he seeing?

A Hermione was dead at his feet.

Made sense because he truly wanted to kill her, But the difference was the Hermoine that died was the mature one from his timeline, There was another Hermoine, Younger and his age that held on to his neck hugging him with a smile while staring back at Harry from the mirror reflection, It seemed like she was gloating with an arrogant and crazy smile on her face.

While his mother was on the other side of him with a smile while staring at him lovingly.

It was quite contrary to his past life, But it still carried the same desire he had.

He still wanted to be loved, A dry chuckle escaped his lips When he wandered and saw the mirror here, From his knowledge Snape should be threatening Quirrell somewhere in the school library right now, He was going to watch them simply because he had nothing better to do.

When he saw the mirror he thought he'd see himself in his draconic form again maybe standing on the pinnacle of everything, Maybe even as a God with divine golden lights shining out of his body.

Now that he thought of it, Gods had titles.

'What would I be a God of? A God of fools.'

He remembered how weak he was when he couldn't just take action and kill Ron and Hermione, If he did he wouldn't be in this mess and he would have transcended long ago.

'God of Pain.'

He remembered how many people who cared about him died because of him the first one to pop in his head was Sirius.