...Mirrors? ....Why? His room didn't have any...
He hated mirrors. Absolutly, totally, loathed them. Not that he'd ever liked the damned gossiping chatterboxs to begin with, but ever since that for-a-hundred-times-damned James Potter and Sirius Black had---
Wait a minute. Potter.
The Other Potter. James Potter's face with those green green green Mudblood eyes that followed him everywhere---
He was dead.
Dead. Dead. Dead.
Nobody could survive a Avada Kedavra at point-blank range. Not unless one's name was Harry bloody Potter, The Brat Who Just Wouldn't Die---
And especially when one was being somewhat in the middle of being torn apart alive at the time.
He could remember faintly, in the end, swirling away into something that seemed faintly bright and for some strange reason, warm.
Comforting, even.
Very strange. Very.
But that wasn't the point, now.
The point was that, for the first time in decades he was lying in the Slytherin Student Dorms. In his own old Room, of all places.
And the place was filled with mirrors.
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