Mirror mirror in the wall
Harry managed to get lost in the hallway, he encountered Draco earlier, that spoiled propitious brat. Harry cannot believe that he thinks that Harry himself is spoiled.
It’s unfair that he got away from the Dursleys just to encounter another bully just like his cousin and his cousin’s friends. Harry just wants a loving family yet the world seems to think he is this awful person.
Up until recently, Harry thought he was a nobody, a nobody that didn’t matter to the world. Harry feels like this truthfully but what is he supposed to do when the whole world has these expectations of “The Boy Who Lived”? He swears he can see everyone glaring at him and judging him. Harry was happy he was able to prove himself by being able to get on the Quidditch team rather early. He is 11, he is already such a big boy, he’s an adult. He cleans, he cooks, and he barely complains at his home, unlike his cousin. Being on the Quidditch team meant that he could prove that he was just like his father. James Potter. Maybe he could live up to the title that was imposed on him by Voldemort.
Harry Potter likes Fyodor for that reason, despite their differences Fyodor seems to stare at him for different reasons, up until today Fyodor didn’t even know about Voldermort or even his parents. Fyodor didn’t care where he came from, he just stuck around like a cat. It was sometimes endearing and cute.
Describing Fyodor cute and a cat, Merlin… Don’t let Fyodor find out about his inner thoughts, he’s like a stretched-out cat or a grumpy cat depending on his mood. Fyodor tends to think he is better than everyone, he acts like a Slythern yet you can find him yelling blasphemy in the hallways at a moving gargoyle statue or even woodland creatures. Teachers have already given him a talk but Fyodor just says he is a muggle-born.
Whenever Fydoor says this stuff he can see in the staff they keep an eye on him, they seem to always be around the corner which surprises Harry when he gets lost and doesn’t see Fyodor or any staff.
He is walking to the library now, but he wonders where Fyodor went. He didn’t chase after Harry; perhaps he is with the rest of the group, Harry wonders.
Fyodor seems interested in figuring something out, but he seems lost most of the time. He’s good at casting magical spells and doing anything magical-related. He seems to be on par with Hermonie, with charms casting perhaps even better. He talks with a boy named Sigma.
Harry doesn’t know much about Sigma rather then he is a quiet boy who is started by everything. He’s always seen around by the two other upperclassmen, Osamu and Nikolai. They are both Slytherin yet they both act like Hufflepuff with how loud they get and how they claim they are competing with Ron’s twin brothers. Harry doesn’t like the two, he gets a strange vibe from them both, especially from Osamu. Harry could argue the same vibe is also emitted by Fyodor, yet his aura doesn’t scream “DANGER” it screams loss and pain. Maybe Fyodor is hiding something. Harry has already discussed with the other two that they believe that Fyodor is hiding something too. They don’t know what, but Fyodor is hiding something with how much he emphasizes being Muggle-born. Perhaps Fyodor isn’t muggle-born as he claims he is. Harry would have to ask later.
He continues his journey to the library, turning left and then right before backtracking because a place in the castle shifted around. The halls and stairs in the castle seemed to shift a lot more when someone was in a rush or hurry to get a place. Hogwarts just knows that someone needs to get to a place at a point in time. That fact frustrates Harry a whole lot more than being lost in general since he could always find his way back just that he would just have to hope the staircase fixes itself in a way that would work to get to the library or stay stranded there waiting like an idiot because he tried that once, he got stuck on a ledge for hours before a staircase returned to move him elsewhere.
Harry finally managed to turn into the correct hallway, candles floating and illuminating the entrance to the library. He opened the door and hurried to look for Ron and Hermoine. He turned his head from the left to the right scanning overhead. Soon and behold Hermoine and Ron were sitting near the books talking. Hermonie’s eyes were a bit blood-shot as if she was crying and Ron’s mouth seemed like he was pressing his mouth together. He wonders why. Harry better find out what happened with Hermoine.
“Sorry, I’m a bit… tardy…” Harry announced himself, “Hermoine what happened?”
“It’s nothing.” Hermione snapped at him.
“Hermoine!” Ron quietly yelled at her, “Don’t be like that– Sorry Harry she’s been like this since she’s got here!”
“It’s alright…? I was just checking up on her, she looks frustrated.”
“Of course I am! You three always argue with each other and drag everyone– and you.” Hermoine pointed at Ron, jabbing a finger in his direction. Harry swore he could see fire coming out of Hermoine’s hair. “You dare, to assume it’s that time of the month! Outrageous!”
Ron flared his arms, Harry wondered what that time of the month was. “I’m sorry! My younger sister and Mum say that they get moody and start yelling at everyone!”
“Ugh! You both are insufferable. That’s private information!”
“Gee, I wonder what Fyodor would say,” Ron said trying to change the subject and direct Hermione’s frustration at them both at Fyodor.
Oh yeah, Fyodor. He isn’t here.
“Have you both seen Fyodor?” Harry asked them both, he might have blurted it out spitting slightly. Harry could never get used to talking with people in general. Talking freely was something still a new topic and ability Harry found out that he had recently. He felt like a kicked puppy, Harry possibly is a kicked puppy considering his life is so sad but other people have had it worse than he has in life. After all people in other parts of the world don’t even have water to drink like right now. Harry can’t complain about his life considering those poor children are possibly suffering a lot more than he is currently.
“No we haven’t seen him–” Ron answered and Hermoine shook her head.
“How peculiar, he would of stuck books under his nose” Hermoine pondered a bit, folding her arms together in thought.
“Yea! He can fit two books under his nose considering how hooked it is– do you think which nose is more ‘hookier’ Fyodor’s or Snape’s? They both look like siblings and act like prats!”
“Ron!” Harry and Hermoine both said at the same time, “He’s our friend you shouldn’t be saying that stuff about him! And besides he is nothing like Snape, he’s helpful when it comes to homework and essays.” Hermoine defended Fyodor.
“He is a bit of a brat though you got to admit” Ron mumbled. “But I see your point, I just don’t trust him. Every time I see him it’s like he is playing chess with everyone! He sees you Hermoine as a Queen and you Harry as a Knight! And for crying out loud I think he sees me as a pawn!”
“I think chess might have gotten to your head, Ron…” Harry looked at Ron sympathetically. Ron is a good chess player, maybe one of the best he knows as of the moment but he’s being a bit dramatic. “I know Fyodor is possibly hiding something from us, but that doesn’t mean he has ill intent.”
“He looks lost, and I think the whole school knows he is a bit misguided considering there’s always an incident in the woods with the creatures living there….He’s just struggling to adapt and it’s obvious that he doesn’t come from a good situation.” Hermoine added to Harry’s point.
“Yeah, you guys are right. I’m sorry about that. I can take accountability, unlike a certain someone.” Ron shook his head sheepishly.
Hermoine sighs and Harry shakes his head at the final comment, but what can they do about it? Ron’s like that. Those type of comments makes Ron’s personality… well Ron.
“Do you think he is by his other friends?” Harry questions.
“He might be, or he might be passed out in the hallways,” Ron said in reply to Harry.
“Well then! Let’s look for them!” Hermoine stood up and closed the book that she was reading. “Then let’s get practice Quidditch Harry, we need you to be up in shape for the game soon. Then-then after!!” Hermoine looked a bit too excited to announce what was after practice apparently, she squirmed even a bit in excitement. “We study!”
Ron and Harry groaned together.
“Come on you two!! Harry needs to keep his grades up to participate in Quidditch.”
Harry sighs, “I guess you are right, let’s look for…. Fyodor’s friends, see if they have seen him”
Harry doesn’t even know where to start to look for Fyodor’s friends or even Fyodor he realized. They are Slythern so, against their wishes and their concern for their friend they headed over to Slythern dorms. Harry hoped that they wouldn’t encounter Draco or his gang of friends. Harry already encountered them once today. Harry had to pull himself away from Draco and walk faster away in the opposite direction. He didn’t have time to deal with Draco at that moment and didn’t want to deal with that rich brat. Harry just wants to look for Fyodor and find him and that’s it. That’s all Harry is asking.
They winded around Hogwarts castle keeping an eye out in case Fyodor collapsed somewhere or ended up stopping elsewhere rather than the library. They knew one thing for sure: they had to hurry before sundown, after sundown they needed to be back inside dorms before curfew was out. And by the looks of it, they had a couple of hours to spare.
Harry was glad he wasn’t at his old home and instead, he was at Hogwarts, he would have to be cooking by now for his aunts and his cousin after tending to the garden. Hogwarts provided so much for him, that he almost felt guilty taking the free materials and such advanced education from this castle. Harry felt like a fraud considering if anyone was special, he would have thought Dursely would have been the special child considering how much money goes into that pig.
“Blimey where are those two when you need them” Ron scratched at his head, “Hopefully Draco and his group of followers aren’t in the dorms. We wouldn’t want a scandland in here. Am I not wrong you two?”
“Yes Ron, you aren’t wrong, I would rather avoid that stuck-up pretentious twat.” Hermonie flipped her hair to the other side of her body her shoulders squared as they all stepped foot. “What does he think he is? Calling me a mudblood? So what if I’m a Mudblood, I’m proud of who I am and where I come from.”
“Mione please don’t class yourself that…” Ron said to Hermoine a bit more timidly and did not fit the Ron persona. Harry would have to agree with Ron. He nodded in response to what Ron just had said to Hermoine. With the little time he has been in Hogwarts, he’d rather not hear Hermoine call herself such a harmful word. But Harry is glad at least that despite the harmful connotations Hermoine isn’t letting Draco bring her down.
Hermoine blankly stared at Ron, she looked at him with a soft gaze and she smiled at them both. “Of course, I don’t actually believe myself to be what that word makes me out to be. I am simply just like you two” Hermoine has a golden cheeky grin. Moments like this make Harry’s heart fill up with joy, that he has friends and he has friends that he can support.
The trio slowly opened the doors to the Slytherin chambers in hopes of finding who they were looking for rather than the ladder option. Whenever they see Fyodor around these two it feels like a snake is wrapping itself around the bird and tightening up the noose in its grasp. Slowly poisoning the bird but at the same time, the scenario feels like the bird is digging its talons into the snake and opening its mouth up for dinner. Such a weird and complicated scenario. Nothing out of the normal for Fyodor though, that boy is always sharpening his talons verbally and collapsing from Armenia and stairs. Fyodor is such a character and their friend and this is the whole reason why they are looking for those Slythern boys.
As soon as they stepped foot inside the forms they noticed that it was rather quite cold in there, there wasn’t much heat coming from inside this part of the castle. All the heat that the lounge has seems to be the fireplace, the embers glowing a deep green and radiating quite a cold yet lonely warmth. What a fire, it seems to describe the Slytherns perfectly.
“It’s so bloody cold up in here.” Ron held his arms together and did a shiver”
Harry looked at Ron and his eyes closed a bit in sympathy for Ron’s chill, “It is a bit chilly.” Harry agreed with Ron.
“No wonder the Slytherns are always in an awful room, it’s quite dark in here and cold. They lack the basic warmth like the warmth in their heart” Hermoine’s lips twitched in a sorrowful frown looking around in pity. “I almost feel bad for them, their House Head is also Professor Snape.”
“Aw… Feeling bad for us?” A new noice perked in. Harry almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the clown-like tone coming from behind Hermoine. He slowly turned towards Nikolai’s voice.
Heromine screamed in reaction to Nikolai being so close to her. “BLIMEY, PERSONAL SPACE?”
“Yes, personal space!” Nikolai agreed.
“I mean GIVE ME SPACE? WARNING AT LEAST?” Hermoine grew a bit flustered at her mishap of speech.
“But I like this spot..”
“PICK ANOTHER SPOT?” Hermoine yelled back.
“Maan, don’t be so harsh on Nikolai. He doesn't know any better. I took his other brain cell to finish my homework…” YET another voice joined in the conversation.
Ron and Harry just stared at these two interact with Hermoine, they are mindblown at how these two managed to manifest from literally thin air or how they managed to approach them without alerting anyone nearby. Not that it matters anymore since everyone in the Dorm now has their eyes on them. Harry wonders if it's out of pity or not.
“Do you TWO have any respect for people’s boundaries?!?”
“Nope! Now that I think about it….” Dazai stopped in midsentence and leaned forward to Hermoine’s face. Getting close to her face…. A bit too close for comfort… “You have a beautiful face! Would you like to commit double suicide with me!” Dazai got on his knees and held her hand while looking at her eyes with a pleading dog face. “I know I asked Fedya on the train… but it is a shame he declined. But you, would you do the honors and die with me?”
Hermoine yanked her hand away from Dazai. “NO!” She shook her hand on her clothing, “See a therapist for crying out loud!”
“I made my therapist quit.”
“Oh em gee! Same!” Nikolai grabbed Dazai’s hands and they both did a little twirl.
Blimey, are these two….
Boy kissers?
Harry shakes his head, they are here to look for Fyodor, and it seems that he isn’t the time to be thinking about others.
“Have you two seen Fyodor?”
“Fedya? No, I haven’t seen him. What a tragedy! I can’t harass him this weekend….” Dazai said looking down and shaking his head. “Have you seen him, Nikolai?”
“No, but you know who I bet has seen him?” Nikolai said with a grin on his face.
“Sigma!” They both yelled at the same time.
“Now where could he be… that is the question” Dazai put his hand under his chin and thought for a second. “He should be around the patio? Outside? He likes to hang out with his Hufflepuff peers or this eerie and mysterious upperclassman! Bram!”
“Like Bram Stoker…?” Hermoine asked tentatively since everyone present in the room seemed to be named after an author.
“Yes! Isn’t funny how our names all align with a book?” Dazai said with his eyes glittering in excitement, Harry thought. Those eyes are certainly an abyss that seems to be devoid of any emotion that isn’t glitter or a black hole.
Hermoine on the other side is pulling at her hair, she seems really stressed at the fact that so many people here are named after famous book authors. She would probably know, she loves reading books and she has spent a lot of time reading from what Harry knows.
“Anyways let’s get going!” Dazai announced and started to march in the direction of what he thought Sigma was in.
“How does he know that he is going in the right direction?” Ron questioned as he followed Dazai and Nikolai wherever they were heading.
“I don’t know Ron, I just hope they aren’t going to entrap us…” Harry responded. His face burned a bit red with how abusive he sounded. Maybe this is a reality check for him and his friends that not all Slytherns are prats or evil. But perhaps they were leading them to their demise.
“Hopefully it is in the right direction, it doesn't seem like they are leading us anywhere with malice. After all, they seem to care about Fyodor.” Hermoine replied to Harry and Ron, encouraging the thought that perhaps these Slytherin folk aren’t all that bad. Perhaps maybe worse considering Osamu’s tendencies.
“Yes, we are leading you to your eerie demise in a pit full of snakes~!” Nikolai turned around extending his hands like he was some creepy crawler, his fingers wiggling to emphasize how ‘evil’ he is.
The trio stared at him before Ron opened his mouth, “Even my brothers are better at scaring people than that!” Ron grinned and hollered in a laugh as Nikolai’s face went from a reincarnate evil smiley face to a sullen face.
“Never appreciated in these areas. NEVER I tell you.” Nikolai ‘hmfed’ and crossed his arms before sticking his tongue out as they walked forward down the hall.
“You are quite loud Nikolai” Dazai egged Nikolai’s scowling mood even further.
“You aren’t so different than me Osamu, don’t you get petty with me. I know your secrets.” Nikolai threw a glare at Dazai that made it seem that he was throwing a dagger at him.
“Heey… Don’t you dare throw my edgy emo card out the window! I gotta remain mysterious here!” Dazai exclaimed, he then proceeded to walk a bit faster with his hands in his pockets.
“You?!?! Mysterious? Since when?” Hermoine exclaimed.
“Yea, when have you two been mysterious? You both are known already to cause almost enough trouble to your houses as my brothers are for their pranks!” Ron added to their confusion and exclamation.
“Not to mention you both are always together, are you both like? Black sheep of the Slythern house? Is this why you both act out?” Harry added in. As soon as he spoke the words he noticed he was encouraging a reaction out of Nikolai and Dazai. He almost felt for speaking about them the way he just did. They didn’t deserve it unless they did. They were Slytherin after all, snakes try to make themselves seem smaller than they are before pouncing on their prey.
“So rude to us… Sigma please save us, we are being slandered” Dazai looked up and raised his fist just above his face and slowly shook it. He seemed animated here. What a boy.
The group traveled along the castle traveling back outside to look for Sigma. They managed to find Sigma sleeping under a tree by himself reading a book about Casinos. It seemed that Sigma is interested in Card dealing to the looks of how annotated the book is. Harry wonders what inspired Sigma to do this.
“Sigmmaaaa~~!” Dazai cooed Sigma under the tree before Nikolai grabbed onto Sigma’s shoulders and shook him awake like a Maraca.
Sigma awoke and initially tried to shove Nikolai off him, “Get OFF, you TWAT, you dirty IMBECILE” Sigma pushed on Nikolai’s face trying to get him off. Sigma managed to kick Nikolai off himself. Harry almost felt bad for Sigma at that moment. What a terrible way of being woken up.
“Why is everyone so mean to me today” Nikolai pouted and wiped his fake tears from his face.
Sigma looked around really quickly noticing that it wasn’t just Dazai and Nikolai who came to see him, and he pressed his lips together into a fine line. “What did you need?”
“Sorry for waking you up Sigma, we were wondering if you’ve seen Fyodor.” Hermoine pitched in not letting the two interrupt her.
“No, I haven’t... Why do you ask?”
“It’s because he went missing shortly after we uhm... Had a short argument with each other after teasing each other. I may or may not have run into the library and these two chased after me but it seems that Fyodor was left behind.” Hermoine flushed a bit at mentioning their earlier petty fight. Harry and Ron themselves flushed in embarrassment along with Hermoine, it is quite embarrassing for them both.
“That is… strange. Have you all checked his dormitory?” Sigma asked.
“Uhm no.. not yet.” Hermoine flushed pink again. In retrospect, they should have checked the dorms first. This is quite embarrassing for them.
“Alright! That’s our next stop let’s go! The sun is going to set!” Nikolai grabbed Sigma’s hand and started to drag him to the Ravenclaw dorms. Harry felt bad for Sigma. It seems that he gets dragged around the place whether he wants to or not.
“I couldn’t just have stayed behind could I?” Sigma asked Nikolai.
“No, you couldn’t Sigma! You are part of the group now!” Dazai replied to Sigma, with an extra bounce to his footing.
“Glad we aren’t dragged around like that” Ron pointed to them and he had a visual reaction to being glad they go together because they want to and not because they don’t want to.
The group approached the Ravenclaw dorm. It was quite isolated and a bit dark. The air felt a bit stuffy around here, he wondered if this was why Fyodor was stuck-up and awkward in his interactions with those around him. He doesn’t even know if Fyodor could have a conversation with someone outside his group. Fyodor doesn’t know it yet but he is already known as being a socially inept person at school, which is quite a feat since it’s only been a couple of weeks.
“Ah, a group of diverse houses. To enter I have to ask you all a question to see if you all are worthy of entering. With this rule, you all only have one try. Do you all agree with the terms?” The eagle spoke to them, announcing that there was a riddle.
Harry looked at Hermoine. “Do you got this Hermoine?” Harry asked her.
Hermione looked a bit tense since everyone was staring at her. She was the only one with a brain in this group it seemed. He thought Sigma might of been able to help since he was reading a book earlier but he guesses he was in the wrong.
“Y-Yes. I got it” She turned towards the eagle. She gulped down before opening her mouth to tell the eagle “Yes we agree with the terms”
The eagle spread its metallic wings and spoke, “What are the next three letters in this combination? O, T, T, F, F, S, S?”
“O, T, T, F, F, S, S? Could it be an acronym for–”
“E, N, and T those are the next three letters.” Dazai crossed his arms.
“You are correct yet again Osamu. Come on all in.” The eagle announced.
“You could have done the riddle this ENTIRE time?” Hemroeine yelled at Dazai.
“Yes..? I just wanted to TEST if you could do it. But it turns out you couldn’t. I had to step in.”
“You’re smart this entire time?” Ron questioned Dazai, looking at him with star eyes as Hemroeine soon followed suit.
“...I feel like I made an error..”
“BWAHAHA– Good luck, I’m an idiot!”
“So you two are smart! You two just like playing idiots!” Hermoine exclaimed with a smile on her face. “But why would you play the idiot is the question” Hemroeine then had a look of craze, like she was ready to dissect these two students in front of her just to figure out the why.
“Uhm– let’s not get too hasty! Let’s uhm– yes, look and see if Fyodor is inside!” Dazai replied swinging himself inside the dorm rooms.
The dorms were adorned with silver and blue ornaments and accessories. To match the colors, two hallways separated the boys' and girls' dorms. Since they didn’t see Fyodor around the main area, they had to walk down the boys' dorms. Harry hoped that he didn’t see anything indecent within the dorms. That would be quite embarrassing for himself and those around him. As they looked further into the dorm room, they noticed Fyodor wasn’t in there either.
“Huh, strange. Fyodor isn’t in here.” Dazai put his hand on his chin to think a bit. This is alarming for the group.
“Where could he have gone? It’s not like he could have vanished out of thin air. Could he?” Ron questioned. Looking around just to see if Fyodor was around. His heart was always as big as his chess skills.
“Do we have to get help from an adult or a professor he seems to be missing…? Do students even go missing in Hogwarts?”
“Last year a kid named Kyle went missing, he was found dead in the forest.” Nikolai said a bit sorrowfully “Do you think Fyodor is dead?”
“Who is dead and why are you all talking about me?” Everyone turned and looked at Fyodor, who appeared out of nowhere.
“Fedya!!! There you are, where were you?” Nikolai looked at Fyodor with stars in his eyes. Dazai on the other end narrowed his eyes, Harry was going to comment on this before he decided to look at Fyodor. Why did he stinge a bit purple?
“What are you purple?” Harry blurted out. Harry covered his mouth as soon as the words came out. How could he? Harry had to wait for his turn, he simply wasn’t allowed to talk without permission or having a gap. His friends… would they understand? Would Fyodor and his friends understand that he didn’t blurt out on purpose? Harry was supposed to be this role model child. A child who is spoiled as Snape puts it in. He is spoiled he has already asked for so much– but Snape is such a greasy git– Why does he have to pick on him just like his cousin and his friends pick on him? It is not fair, simply not hair in his opinion.
“Oh… Yeah, I am purple since I had a fall earlier and fell into a peculiar room. It’s the same room that Dumbledore warned to stay out of. Quite dangerous if I didn’t have light with me.” Fyodor said. Yet there was no emotion to them, where was Fyodor’s snark?
“I see I see! Glad you are back!” Dazai’s eye turned into a U-shape and hit Fyodor’s back with a huge pat, pat. Fyodor stumbled forward and scowled a bit. Harry felt bad for Fyodor at this point but Dazai seemed surprised that he could touch Fyodor.
“Do you mind keeping your dirty hands to yourself? I’m trying to keep my robes clean.” Fyodor bit back in reponse.
Dazai stumbled back as if he was in shock over all this whole ordeal with Fyodor glowing a bit purple. At least Fyodor’s spark is back.
Fyodor coughed when he woke up. He struggled to roll around and get on his knees to push himself up. His limbs ached, and his joints were poking at him in weird places. He wondered if he had overslept a bit. He needed to get better pillows.
Jesus, it is dark in here Fyodor thought to himself as he opened his eyes slowly. He rubbed them once, maybe twice. Then he panicked.
Where in the world was Fyodor? Where was he?
Fyodor couldn’t see.
It’s dark.
It’s dark.
It’s DARK.
Fyodor got up on his feet and started to run, he needed to find a way out. He needed to find something solid besides the floor.
Was Fyodor already in Hell? Was Fyodor already rotting for his sins in Hell? Swell, he was just eleven and he was already going to die. Never making out of his pitiful childhood.
Ohhhh… what his parents would say to him, “Oh… my sweet Fyodor, where are you?”
Wait they are a bit dead at the moment, Fyodor guesses he would see them in the afterlife perhaps. Unless he is already in hell then Fyodor apologizes for committing so many sins that allowed him into hell.
Fyodor presses his hands together and mutters an apology to God, wherever he might be to help him, to light up the path ahead of him, to lead him back up the light.
Fyodor wondered what was in that mirror, sincerely, how did the school even allow for a mirror that would allow him to fall through? He hopes that he isn’t dead solely because he would start to complain.
Fyodor feels his chest, he has a heartbeat, and he is still breathing. Just a bit stuck in a…. Mirror. What a great start to the day, Fyodor thinks to himself. He gets back on the floor feeling for anything that might be on the floor. He cannot see, it is pitch black.
He hates the darkness, he hates it. At least back in the orphanage in the dark, he could see Atsushi’s white hair. It lit up in the dark grounding him. But out here? In the dark? He can’t even make out the shape of his hands from how dark this cave is. This place is. This mirror-realm.
Fyodor cannot make anything from the floor so he goes back to walking. He has to pick a direction and hope he isn’t walking around in circles like an idiot. There are no indicators that he is moving forward, backward, sideways, or if he is moving to any place at all. The place is so still, so dark, very dark and cold.
Fyodor stumbles. His feet are sore. He doesn’t know how long he has been walking for, he just knows he wants out. This must be it. Fyodor thinks again. This must be his punishment for his crimes. Fyodor tries not to stumble, he feels like he is about to stumble over his own feet and hit the ground if the ground is still there when he falls.
He wants out, he wants out.
“Hello.” A voice calls out from the dark.
“Hello?!” Fyodor cringes at how his voice cracked.
“Ah, you are relatively young… a shame. Means it is much too soon.”
“Too soon? Too soon for what?” Fyodor turns his head to look for the sound of the voice, he can’t detect any direction. It must be “God?”
The voice chuckles, “No, young one. You’ll find out with time.”
“Satan?”
The voice hollers out in laughter, “I’m afraid not. Though I might as well be.”
“Then what are you?” Fyodor questions looking up, he doesn’t know where to look, he is confused about WHERE the voice is coming and what the voice is.
“The mirror, I see a person’s greatest desires, just like a genie who can’t cast any wishes.”
“Then why did I fall in?”
“You have the desire, just no true aim. You are a peculiar young child. You remind me so much of Tom.”
“Tom?”
“Tom Riddle, but he loved magic and hated muggles. But you? You hate Magic and love the Muggle way.”
“And that’s peculiar? Why?” Fyodor couldn’t help but sass the voice, he was getting tired of this cat-and-mouse game. He was chasing an exit out, yet there was a voice making it harder to exit on his end. Fyodor simply can’t believe he is playing a cat-and-mouse game with this voice he cannot even see, this is such nonsense.
“Obscurial young one. Careful.”
“What.” Fyodor was gonna pull his hair out, he DOES not want to hear any more of this nonsense, he wanted to get out of the darkness not be told more advanced vocabulary about the merlin-ing world. He does not care that much about it. After all, he did make it without magic until now. Though Fyodor has to admit that magic does have its perks, besides giving existential crises. He could live without those and religious freaks out. He must maintain his reputation as a smart and educated kid at school, besides not knowing what he is doing besides gobbling up whatever he learns and storing it away for later.
“People turn into monsters if a youngling suppresses their true nature for so long. They all meet a tragic end.”
“They die?” Fyodor asked, yet he didn’t get a response. “Jeez, AT LEAST SHOW ME HOW TO GET OUT?” Fyodor kicked the ground just to regret it. He has stubbed his toe. Fyodor yelled out in pain.
Fyodor felt his eyes water a bit, he just wanted to get out of the darkness. He hates the darkness.
The voice at least distracted him from the darkness earlier, walking around in pain distracted him also from the darkness around him. Fyodor feels blind, he can’t see yet he can move around freely, he hates this. Fyodor just wants to see the light, the sun, in his books again. To see his rosary. He wants to get out. Fyodor dislikes it here, Fyodor hates the the darkness.
He feels his chest pump up and down with how heavy he breathing, Fyodor is panicking. He can’t panic. Fyodor cannot panic.
Someone would have noticed.
Someone surely.
Harry? Ron? Heroine? Nikolai? Sigma? Dazai? Can anyone help him? Do they even know that he is stuck in a mirror?
Fyodor sits down and thinks. He made a stupid decision by coming up here. If only he did come up here and touch the mirror. If only he stayed put on the stairs and just breathed instead of risking passing out. Fyodor is stupid.
He knows nothing, the mirror knows more about him than what he knows about himself. He hates magic. He hates his body, he hates those around him, and he hates himself. He hates it. He hates it. HATES it. Loathes it even.
He hates the dark even more, he can’t see anything that resembles light, white, or Atsushi. He needs Atsushi, he needs him to keep him in place, to mark his place in the world. To be a caretaker, to help and save those around him. Maybe it is a fiction of his imagination, he is no savior or messenger. He is stupid. He got himself stuck in a mirror without help, no one knows where he is, and no one will come and look for him.
Fyodor isn’t worth any trouble, Fyodor isn’t worth it? Fyodor only has himself.
Fyodor pushes himself up from the floor again. He brushes his tears to the side and deeply inhales.
“YOU FUCKER, AT LEAST GIVE ME WAY OUT. MY FEET HURT, IM TURNING INTO A GODDAMN MESS. WORST OF ALL, YOU.” Fyodor pointed into the darkness and did a full circle. “YOU… GAVE ME DOUBTS ABOUT MYSELF. IM FYODOR. DOSTOSEKY FYODR. NOW LET ME OUT.”
That felt good Fyodor thought. Maybe he could cast a silencing spell just to scream. He didn’t know he could just yell like that– HE SAID GODAMN.
Fyodor pales and prays for forgiveness, he didn’t mean to get this upset and trapped in his situation, he is always in control no matter what. Fyodor should not be allowed to feel this way, after all, if anyone got into this situation it was himself.
“My bad” The voice loomed and light enveloped Fyodor.
When Fyodor opened his eyes once more he was back in the tower staring at the mirror.
The mirror reflects himself preaching, being a pastor before distorting to something more sinister.
Fyodor is standing alone, and alone he is holding a white book with Atsushi by his side. Fyodor in the mirror is smiling, he looks like he is preaching but his eyes spell something sinister out, he is deceiving those around him, and his words in the mirror and deceitful. Is this really what the mirror tells him to desire? To become akin to the devil? Or is it a warning if he continues down this path he could turn out to be this terrible image? All of his surroundings are dark. The same dark inky darkness. Fyodor’s stomach does the thing, it flips and turns. His stomach squeezes itself together. Bile attempts to rush out of his mouth but he swallows all the stomach acid back down.
Fyodor backs away backwards looking into the mirror. He turns around and runs down and out of the tower.
It is nighttime, it’s dark everywhere. He needs to get out.
Fyodor runs.