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Through The Looking Glass	By : wolfboygrim Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Professor Dumbledore just smiled as he cast several charms. In Harry's vacated bed the still form of a messy black haired boy could soon be seen. It's chest was moving up and down erratically and it seemed to be in pain. The smile dropped from the Headmaster's face as he called frantically for Poppy. Ten minutes later the professors remaining in Hogwarts were reduced to tears as, they found out that Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Kill-You-Know-Who, had succumbed to a combination of spell residue and a strong poison that caused his blood to turn to acid slowly over time. Madam Pomfrey had missed the combination, which was always fatal, when she examined Harry and had believed him to be the only one who escaped the Ministry without injury.

At the same time that Harry Potter was being declared dead, the real Harry was deep under the castle in a passage that was both narrow and twisting. He seemed to be following some sort of internal map that was leading him further away from any part of the castle he had ever been to before. Somehow, he did not notice the weight of his beloved owl or her cage even as he walked for over an hour. Harry was thinking of turning back to return to the hospital wing, but something told him that what he was looking for was just down this next bend in the hallway.

Turning left and then making another sharp left Harry was led into a large room that was dusty from disuse. There were several fascinating shiny baubles on the shelves that looked like the things that decorated Dumbledore's office. Then at the far end of the room, there was a large gold gilded mirror that seemed to draw Harry to it. At first he thought it was the Mirror of Erised once again, but there were no words carved at the top of the mirror and the gold gilding was bright and fresh looking. Harry stepped closer to the mirror to see what this one would show him. Perhaps, he would see his loved ones alive again and be able to see himself amongst them. Harry needed an adult right now, even if he missed his friends just as much, but he wanted to see his family. Even just Sirius and Remus, after all, he had never known his parents. Something in him longed to be held safely in the arms of Sirius or Remus, or both of them, again. Harry was not entirely sure this was how he should feel about family, but it made him feel safe and loved. Yes, Sirius and Remus were the ones he would miss the most. Harry's hand pressed into the mirror surface eagerly waiting for the image to form, wondering why it did not show anything immediately. The glass was warm to the touch, comforting, and Harry leaned further into the mirror without thinking. "Please show something. I want to be where my family is. I just want everything to be right again," Harry whispered.

At those words, the surface melted from under Harry's hands and with a gentle suction, Harry was pulled through the mirror into the identical room beyond. "What the bloody hell," Harry said, observing that he still appeared to be in the room, except that the mirror was on the opposite side than the one he had been standing in front of. In fact, everything was on the opposite side. Harry shrugged and changed Hedwig's cage to his other hand before striding over to the door and pulling it open. "I will just go tell Professor Dumbledore that I have decided to face everyone after all and thank him again for his help," Harry said to himself. He did not notice when the hallways were no longer twisting and turning, in fact they were showing him the most direct path back to the entrance hall. Before he knew it, Harry was standing behind the large doors that led to the Great Hall. He could hear voices from inside and took a deep breath before pushing open the doors.

24 June 1976

Harry's first thought was that something was not quite right when he stepped into the Great Hall. He had taken a quick look around the house tables, part of him still hoping to see Hermione's bushy brown curls or Ron's bright red hair even though he knew that he would never see them eating at the Gryffindor table ever again. Looking at who was seated at the tables, however, made him stop in his tracks. Suddenly, he did not recognize anyone who he had gone to school with for five years. Harry's eyes darted to the staff table expecting to see the familiar bearded face of Hagrid, the half-giant, or the horrid pink cardigan that Professor Umbridge always wore to meals. Neither was present. In fact, many of the teachers at the head table were unknown to him. Harry searched for and locked onto Professor Dumbledore. Initiating eye contact Harry tried to push images to the Headmaster that he was here but that there was something wrong. "Ah, I see that our new student has arrived just in time for OWLs. Please excuse me for a few moments while I speak with him in private. I will make introductions when I return," Professor Dumbledore said, gesturing for Harry to join him in the small room off the Great Hall, the room where Harry had been escorted after his name came out of the Goblet of Fire last year.

As soon as they stepped into the room and Professor Dumbledore had waved his wand over the door, presumably to silence it to prevent eavesdropping from the students, Harry broke into rapid, nervous speech. "What happened since I left the Hospital Wing? I just wandered around the castle for a little while to clear my head and when I came back to the Great Hall I did not recognize my classmates or my teachers even though I have been a student here for five years now," Harry said, eyes darting rapidly around the room.

"And what is your name young man?" Professor Dumbledore asked, his voice gentle.

"What? I am Harry Potter. You packed all my things for me when I left the hospital wing after what happened," Harry said, tears gathering again in his eyes.

"I see that something terrible must have happened to you where you came from…or should I say when, Mr. Potter. What year do you believe it is?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

"It is June 1995. I just finished my OWLs before everything happened. Why are you asking this, sir?" Harry asked, afraid that the Headmaster would not be able to help him anymore.

"Oh dear, just as I feared. It is now June 1976, although the students are yet to sit their OWLs this year. Might you know how you travelled 19 years into the past?" Albus asked, marvelling at the boy's resemblance to a certain Mr. James Potter. Albus was certain that this Mr. Potter was James' son from the future, as the boy had said his name was Harry Potter.

"I was walking through the halls trying to clear my thoughts. I have just lost all my remaining family and my friends to the Death Eaters. You gave me all my things and helped me to leave the Hospital Wing because I could not stay there any longer. I walked for about an hour when I was drawn to a room somewhere deep in the dungeons. There was a beautiful mirror. At first, I thought it was the Mirror of Erised, but it was different. This mirror did not show me any sort of image, but it was warm and comforting when I leaned against it. I was thinking about seeing my family again and being with them, and then all of a sudden I was in the same room as before but everything was backwards, the door was on the other side and so was the mirror from where they had been before. I left the room to come find you, and I found myself at the Great Hall," Harry said, knowing that his story sounded odd, even for the Magical World.

"My that is quite a story. Moreover, I see that you have stumbled on The Looking Glass. It seems that it was not as destroyed as it ought to have been after the last time that someone stumbled on it when they should not have. Of course, last time it was a poor Muggle girl named Alice who ended up in someplace called Wonderland. Something about painting roses red, playing cricket with flamingos as the mallets and hedgehogs for balls, plus men made of cards that were the wickets. Oh yes, and a queen who was fond of threatening to cut people's heads off. It was brought here for study for a short time and then was meant to be destroyed before it could activate again since it only happens about once every 100 years or so," Professor Dumbledore said.

"So, I have travelled back in time? I guess that I will have to go back before I end up telling everyone what happened. I know from, a friend, that I must not change anything in the past," Harry said, another thought of Hermione coming to his mind. "What should I do before I get sent back? Can I see those who will become my family?" Harry asked, hoping he could spend even a few hours with a younger Sirius and Remus, and maybe meet James and Lily so he could finally know what kind of people they really were.

"This is different from standard time-travel, Mr. Potter. I am afraid that you will not be able to return to the time you came from. You are now a part of this time. I know there was a muggle account of Alice's adventures in Wonderland, but they did not truly end with her returning to her normal everyday life. That was just the author, one of the researchers on The Looking Glass, trying to make a happier ending to that particular story. He got the information from reading the memories of the mirror. It showed what had happened to Alice. It is not that she was not happy in her new life. However, it was so different from her life as an ordinary Muggle that she found it nearly impossible to adapt. Part of her always longed to leave and go home again. That is what most likely inspired Mr. Carroll's ending for his account of her story. Once you pass through The Looking Glass this becomes your reality. In a way, it is like dimension-travel and time-travel together. You never know if you will end up in a totally different world so to speak like Alice, or just in a time, that is not your own like yourself. Now, do you believe that you are up to taking your OWLs starting later today?" Professor Dumbledore asked kindly.

"So this will be my home now. I can have a family, make new friends. They will not replace the ones that I have lost, but I thought that I would be alone forever. Oh no, does that mean that Voldemort is still in power?" Harry asked.

"He is, but do not worry yourself with that just now. I have people working on defeating him. I am guessing that you were part of that effort in your own time even though you are far too young," Albus said.

"I was the one who defeated him. It only happened yesterday for me. During or just before my fight with Voldemort, his Death Eaters killed my friends as well as the two adults that are somewhat like family that I had left. By this morning everyone had died, or as good as died since they will never wake up again from their coma," Harry said, still a bit worried to be talking about his future, and feeling the sting of his loss each time it was mentioned.

"My dear boy. Let us get you introduced to the students. Then you can get something to eat, even if it is just a bit of toast. I see no need for a fake name. You are just a young student who was schooled somewhere else and has come here to take his OWLs and finish his education. After breakfast, I can quickly contact Mr. James Potter's parents, your grandparents I believe, and ask them to take you into their family. You may tell them of your true relation to James as you wish, but otherwise they will find that you are a cousin to the family, recently orphaned who came to find someone to care for him instead of being dumped into the orphanage," Albus said.

"I can retake my OWLs? You would do that for me sir? Help me to find my family again even if my father would become my cousin?" Harry asked, hope in his eyes for the first time since he had the vision during his History of Magic exam, which had led to the Ministry nightmare in the first place.

"Yes, I will. Which electives are you taking OWLs for? They are the first classes to test today, tomorrow, and Tuesday, with the core subjects testing the rest of the week. The first few days are very full since we include Herbology, History of Magic, and Astronomy with the electives. I know it is odd to start exams on a Sunday, but this way everyone gets Friday to unwind from the exams, get packed to leave, and enjoy the feast," Albus said.

"Can I take an OWL if I did not take the class in my own time? My friend tutored me in the last year to be able to take the OWL independently in Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Muggle Studies since I did not want to stay in Divination. So I would like to test in all of the electives if possible, sir" Harry said, thinking that Hermione would be proud of him trying to improve his grades this time around.

"Yes, I believe that can be done. You will have Written exams only for Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies, and History of Magic. Those will all be today. Then tomorrow you will have the Written exams for Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures in the morning and the Practical exams in those classes in the afternoon. Tuesday morning will be the Written exams for Astronomy and Divination, with the Practical exam in Divination in the afternoon, and the Practical exam in Astronomy at about 10 pm after it gets dark. Then you'll be down to just the four main courses. Wednesday morning is Written Potions and Charms in the morning, Practical exams in the afternoon. Thursday finishes with Transfiguration and Defence Written exams in the morning, and Practical exams in the afternoon. Do you think you can handle that right now, Harry?" Albus asked, a look of concern on his face, though his eyes were twinkling as brightly as the silver stars on his midnight blue robes.

"I will be fine, Professor. I need to be busy for a few days, and this is a good busy, not me moping around the castle," Harry answered, the light starting to come back to his emerald eyes. If he was stuck here for good, he may as well live his life and not worry so much about everything else. "Plus I want to prove I can get as many OWLs as I can," Harry added, a shy smile lighting up his face even more.

"Excellent, let us return to the feast. You already have the Gryffindor crest on your robes so no need to change anything there," Albus said, putting his arm around Harry and leading him back into the Great Hall. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for your patience while I spoke with our newest student. This is Harry Potter who comes to us from being home-schooled. His family had made an agreement for him to join Hogwarts for his OWL testing and the remainder of his education. He has been sorted into Gryffindor," Albus announced, making a show of directing Harry towards the Gryffindor table. "Oh, and can I please see Mr. James Potter and Mr. Harry Potter after breakfast, you have an hour or so before your first exam. Let us start with a few words, Flummox, Aardvark, Ventriloquist," Albus said, eyes sparkling at full power as he clapped his hands to signal for the food to appear on the tables.

"Excuse me, do you need someone to lead you to the Gryffindor table?" A soft quiet voice said from just in front of where Harry was standing.

Harry looked up and saw that the voice belonged, as he had thought, to a much younger and healthier looking Remus Lupin. Harry's breath caught in his throat. Remus was beautiful anyway, but at this age, he was gorgeous. Great, now I am mentally hitting on one of my father figures, Harry thought. "Yes please, if it would not be too much trouble," Harry answered, reaching out to shake the hand that Remus had offered Harry at some point during his thoughts to himself.

"No trouble at all, I am a prefect this year and it is part of my job to help the students. Plus James Potter is one of my friends and is anxious to know why he was called to Professor Dumbledore right before OWLs start when he swears he has not done anything," Remus said, a smile playing on his lips as he stared at the new student. Remus could sense a small amount of anxiety and fear as well as a deep underlying sadness that radiated from Harry. He could also feel how soft and smooth Harry's hand was in his. He is tiny, I had better make sure he eats more than just toast for breakfast, Remus thought to himself, not knowing why he wanted to hold on to Harry and not let him go. Remus cleared his head from those thoughts and led Harry to the table and the empty space that was left in their group now that Peter had been pulled out of Hogwarts by his mother.
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