In the mirror

Late 1942

His first memory is about drifting in the infinite sky. He could feel the cold wind on his face and saw the endless stars passing by him. He was lost in the brightness of those stars for a few seconds because the view was beautiful, that beautiful dark blue adorned with various white lights was mesmerizing. He felt the peace and tranquility settling in his body those moments, it is as if his body needed that peace, he sought to absorb it.

And a part deep inside him told him that he hadn't felt at peace for a long time.

He did not know how much time passed, but he was seeing each of the constellations, the most beautiful was the constellation of Draco, which curiously was called the same as him, it was the only knowledge he knew about himself.

He knew various spells, various stories, about various magical creatures and potions, but he knew nothing about him, he only knew that his name was Draco. I didn't know his last name, about his family, his favorite color, his favorite course, about friends, nothing. He didn't remember if he had a life before or if he was always flying.

As time went by the place, although beautiful, made him feel very lonely.

He tried several times to come down from the sky he was in, but there was a force holding him back in this area. So, he only had to fly and fly.

They spent hours, days, weeks or perhaps months in solitude that began to make his heart ache. Would that be his whole existence, just seeing beautiful stars? He felt the tears piling up in his eyes, it hurt a lot to know that he could never see anyone again.

Loneliness was consuming him, and with it pain was taking over his heart.

Alone, always alone.

As he wiped his tears he could feel a warmth reflecting on his face, when he opened his eyes surprised by the warmth he noticed that a yellow light was below him. He decided to approach out of curiosity.

As he grabbed the light, it blinded him for a few seconds. When he could see clearly, he noticed that in front of him was a very large teenager with black hair, beautiful brown eyes and fair skin. He wore black, green and silver robes.

"Much pleasure, my name is Draco" he said excited to be able to see another human being, although this teenager only saw him a little surprised. "I hope we can be friends" I couldn't believe that I'm finally having a normal conversation, I could finally see another human, maybe I wouldn't be alone anymore.

The only thing he could imagine was to be his friend, maybe they could talk and study together. Maybe I can introduce him to more friends and everyone would be very happy.

The brown-eyed teenager brought his hand to his cheek, however, he didn't feel his touch. This movement made him notice that the hand of the person in front of him was huge or perhaps he was very small.

All this was very strange, but it was not going to diminish his emotion, however, the teenager did not speak, as he did not receive an answer he decided to look at the room, because he had realized that, even if he moved, he remained in front of the teenager.

It was a room with 5 beds with green canopies, each bed had trunks and a bedside table. There was a window that reflected the inside of a lake, I could see the algae and some sea creatures.

The place felt familiar, but it was ridiculous. He didn't remember ever being in such a room. He only remembered the dark blue sky.

He focused on the only human in the room when he heard a broken laugh that lasted only four seconds "You don't serve me like this" his voice had no emotions "I don't know why I invoked you, stupid mirror" in that they turned him over and everything turned black.

He spent a few seconds in darkness until he felt that he was expelled with force and returned to the infinite sky.

He came back with the stars, looking at him as if mocking his loneliness.

Mirror? What did he mean by that? Was he a mirror? Is that why even if he moved, he was still in the hands of that young man? Is that why that young man looked so giant? Is that why he didn't feel the touch of his hands?

What happened to him? What was it?

He hugged his legs to be able to transmit heat through his body, he needed a hug. They wanted a hug. He felt lost and confused, not knowing what he was and what he was for.

'You don't serve me like this,' the teenager's voice heard several times.

He screamed in despair for those words until he felt his throat tear, and yet he kept screaming. I couldn't stop.

"I'm useless, a total useless" he shouted starting to hit his head "I'm useless" tears kept falling faster "I couldn't help that young man and that's why I came back here" his breathing was beginning to lack in his lungs, the air was scarce "Fool, fool, fool"

He started scratching his arms desperately, he needed to feel the pain, he needed to feel something. He stopped when he felt the blood smearing on his fingers. With blurred vision he saw how part of the skin on his white arms had been torn.

At that moment he made a decision.

The next time he is summoned by another human it would be useful, he would do everything right.

"Next time I will be of use" wiped her tears with her hands, and felt the viscosity of her blood on her face "Next time I see another human I will help you in whatever you want. I will be useful, so he will be my friend" he said with determination "I will help him in any way he wants. In everything, in everything"

The only thing I could do at that moment was to keep flying to look for that yellow light again.

Time passed again and every day he lost hope of finding that orb of light, his wounds had completely disappeared, and magically the dried blood on his hand and face had been cleaned.

"It seems that I missed my only chance" he said sadly looking at the constellation Draco "We will only be the stars and I for eternity" he whispered completely depressed. "I'm useless"

Everything was boring, so repetitive.

He was going to go crazy.

At that moment he felt the heat again, but this time on his back and excitedly turned quickly.

Another chance. He had been given another chance.

This time it would be useful.

He plunged into the heat and begged not to ruin it again.

This time I would make a friend.

1994

Harry's scream caused someone to start approaching with speed, and since it was late at night, he knew that if he was still found in the corridors, even if he is a champion, he would be punished. Especially if it was Filch or Professor Snape who found it. The two of them had an unreasonable hatred of his person.

He started running towards the Gryffindor tower, hoping not to be caught, when he arrived he could notice that several students should already be in bed because the place was quiet. Surely Professor McGonagall sent them to their beds because the next day they had classes.

He went to his room, noticing that his roommates were already sleeping. He saw Ron who surely at this moment hated him, being a sign the look he threw when his name came out of the chalice.

He locked himself in his bed with his canopy, the problem with Ron would be dealt with later.

"That was very impolite of you" he heard as he held the mirror in his hand "You kept me in your dirty robes" was frowning the little blonde.

The boy only disheveled tired by the race that was made to his room "I'm sorry, we were in the corridor. They could punish me," he threw himself on his bed and stood on his side looking at the mirror.

"I will accept your apology Harry Potter," he said, making an armchair appear in the mirror in which he sat. He looked very comfortable, he looked like a king on his throne.

Harry stared at the blonde, looked very pretty waiting for him to speak to him and could notice how his countenance was changing to one angry by silence. This made him smile, he looked adorable angry. At that moment she knew she enjoyed watching him change his expression.

"You enjoy making me angry" hissed the blond "You're a sadist" turned his face indignantly.

Those words made him laugh, he was discovered. Then he sighed to get serious "Well, I wanted to ask you where did you get the nickname of prongs?" he said keeping the most serious look possible, he needed to show the pretty blond that this issue was of vital importance to him.

"Oh! Prongs was James Potter's nickname, he was an old friend of mine," he said with a smile that disappeared at the end of the sentence "Although he is not here now" his gray eyes began to tear. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying, if he was your dad. It must hurt you more" Draco appeared a glass of water and began to drink from it to calm his crying.

Harry was shocked, he had seen people giving him condolences on the death of his parents, but none had cried for them, except for his father's true close friends.

"You must not apologize Draco" he whispered, he wanted to wipe away the tears that still flowed from his cheeks that had acquired a reddish color "I am glad to know that my father was loved, I feel that knowing his old friends makes me close to him"

Draco nodded "Yes, he was a great friend" smiled sadly "He found me dusty in the library when he went to spy on Lily." he smiled even with tears flowing "James was completely obsessed with your mother, and he was so clumsy that he didn't know how to approach" Draco stared at a fixed point, sure remembering those moments "Did you know that his first question to me was How can I go out with Lily Evans?"

That surprised him, he didn't know that his father had had trouble dating his mother "Really?" he was laughing.

"Yes! Your father was a complete disaster" he said now laughing "Needless to say about his friends, especially Sirius who gave him very bad advice to 'conquer' her supposedly" this was new, mostly they talked about the sacrifice of their parents and always described them as if they had been perfect. Knowing that his father was clumsy to conquer his mother, made him more human. "You knew they believed that if they made jokes they could get their attention. All they got was Lily thinking they were fools, and with good reason."

He was very happy hearing this, he felt closer to his father.

"Do you have any other stories with my father?" he whispered, watching as the boy was excited to speak.

"I have many! Remus and I were the smart ones in that group" he said while next to him appeared an image of Professor Lupin who looked much younger "James and Sirius were the ones who made the jokes" appeared the image of his godfather and father young, he could see the resemblance he had with his father "And Peter was the one who warned if a professor or prefect approached" hearing that last name made him frown Draco noticed "Did something happen?"

He began to tell her about everything that happened, about what he experienced in the third year. Peter's betrayal, Sirius' escape and how in the end they could not show their godfather's innocence because the rat had escaped.

"I didn't know all that, the last information I got was that Sirius had been locked up in Azkaban. Although I never believed that I had murdered your father and Lily" looked sad and a little tired, Draco rubbed his face with his hand "But Peter, he was the most fearful, I can't believe he joined Voldemort. Why did he do it?"

"I don't know Draco" looked at the ceiling of his bed "I don't know why he betrayed his lifelong friends. According to him it was for fear of dying."

Draco was indignant "Afraid to die?" he started walking from one side of the mirror to the other "Any other marauder would have given his life for his friends, they would have given his life for him" he looked desperate clutching his head and hair "He was our friend"

"Draco. Draco" repeated when he saw how the blond began to despair, hurting his head "Don't hurt yourself, don't let him hurt you anymore Peter" caressed the mirror, she wished so much to be able to comfort him with a hug.

Draco tried to grab his finger that was placed in the mirror "You are right, we must now find that rat and make Sirius prove his innocence, that foolish dog must be free"

Yes, apart from the tournament, another important matter was proving the innocence of his godfather. Maybe they could start looking for information about his location or what he's doing on those days, find out whatever he was planning. He didn't feel safe with that free rat.

If you once betrayed your dearest friends you could do it again, you could even do something much worse.

I kept remembering how Peter Pettigrew was caught and how in the end it escaped from their hands, he was able to do several different things and prevent him from leaving. Everyone could have done different things.

But he couldn't hold on to his past, they ruined him, yes; Now they had to fix it.

What surprised him now was that the mirror that should know everything, did not know about this event. How much knowledge did Draco have? Was it only tied to the knowledge of magic? About potions, magic theory, spells? He was curious about Draco's existence and what he might know.

I wanted to ask, but I thought it was a lot of feeling for today. It was a very exhausting day, if you wanted to be able to attend his classes normally and be able to face the hateful looks of the students of his school and the guest schools, I should fall asleep now.

They were in a very wide silence. He didn't know if Draco had gone to sleep, could he sleep? But he wanted and needed to tell her something.

"Draco" whispered looking at the mirror waiting for an answer, what he received was the appearance of Draco wearing a gray nightgown that matched his beautiful eyes, he looked very beautiful. A warmth began to spread down his cheeks "Good night" he whispered to turn his back, he didn't want him to see his blush, he was sure Draco would sneer.

He heard her sing-song laugh. "Good night, Harry."

They were the last words he heard before falling asleep, he fell asleep repeating in his dream the sound of his beautiful smile.

He had fallen in love very quickly. He just complicated his life.