Mirror, Mirror

Percy couldn’t believe he got back into the Ministry. No one stopped him, that made him a bit suspicious. He didn’t think this was going to be this easy. It was strange, it was like everyone was in a trance. Instead of thinking too much about it, he headed to the Department of Mysteries. He just hoped the Terence didn’t have it moved, he wouldn’t put anything past the evil one.

As sad as it made him, he couldn’t find his Terence and take him back with him. Something went wrong, very wrong and it was because of Terence. His or the other one, he didn’t know and didn’t care. With most of the people he knew and loved dead, it was going to be hard already to go back. Realizing that he wouldn’t be able to actually go back to his time, he would have to live through everything again. He couldn’t do that to Terence.

The wizards who worked in the Department of Mysteries didn’t hang around it so he wouldn’t have an issue once there. Just before he reached the floor for it, a hand landed on his shoulder.

Pulling out his wand he swung around, pointing at Terence’s throat.

“Glad to see you’ve still got your instincts. I knew you would be coming here.”

“What did you do?” Percy roared. “Most of my family is dead and it’s because of you.”

“I don’t know what I did. I stepped through the mirror into a place I didn’t want to be. My son was alive but at what cost? I can’t stay here and fuck you for wanting to leave me here. Stuck in a world that I murdered people who had done nothing to me.”

“What did you say?”

“What? I said fuck you for leaving me stuck here.”

“But I wouldn’t be, if I changed the time then you would cease to exist.”

“That’s not making me feel any better.”

“No, you don’t get it.”

“I guess I don’t.”

“Fixing everything made it worse.”

“We don’t get to choose where the mirror takes us.”

“What if we can?”

“What do you mean?”

“We chose both times before. I was thinking of my family, missing Fred, and then there was Fred. I wanted to help Fred and the mirror sent me to a time I could do that. He was locked outside in the cold. Then we came back, and we both wanted to come back to the same day we left. I think we do have a choice at where we go.”

“I don’t understand why we are the only ones to use the mirror.”

Percy remembered what he had been told. “I think we’re the only ones that can. Even Kingsley didn’t use it, something about us makes it work.”

“The only thing like that I’ve ever heard of only working for certain people are objects made by them.”

“Or their blood.”

“What?”

“I think it’s us.”

“You’ve got me confused.”

“I’m a Weasley and a Prewitt. You’re a Black and a Prince.”

“What does that have to do with anything.”

“The Weasley’s are descendants of Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw, Prewitt’s are descendants of Helga Hufflepuff and I think Salazar Slytherin. I did a lot of research when I worked for the Ministry, family lines were my specialty because my aunt had so many stories. The Blacks are descendants of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, the Princes are descendants of Slytherin and Gryffindor. Both of us have blood off all four founders in us. I think this mirror was made by the founders.”

“There has to be tons that have all four founders blood running through their veins.”

Percy shook his head. “Slytherin only had one child, that child only had one child and so on until the Gaunts had two. Salazar was worried that his blood would be used to make more muggleborns. He cursed his family after the falling out between the founders. He made it impossible for his descendants to have any children with any descendants from the other three.”

“Then how do we exist?”

“It was a loophole.”

“Stop speaking in riddles.”

“My great grandmother on my mother’s side was the bastard child of Marvolo Gaunt, grandfather of one Tom Riddle Jr. As for you the Prewitt’s and the Blacks share a little too much blood if you remember. Meaning my brothers and sister could probably get the mirror to work for them. I watched Snape’s memory. Him, Sirius, my dad, and Dumbledore all tried to get the mirror to work but it didn’t work because they were missing a part of the blood puzzle. They all had at least three but we’re the only ones with all four. My siblings do too, and your sister and I guess Lucy.”

“My sister?”

“You don’t know? I thought someone would have told you.”

“You tell me.”

“When we left the past, your dad was pregnant. You’ve got a little sister, she’s amazing. Too old for her young age though but I guess that’s from losing your parents.” He hoped that Terence didn’t ask anything on them. Percy didn’t want to be the one to tell him that Terence killed his own parents or at least had them killed. He also decided not to mention that Severus was pregnant again in the memory and talked about another child. Terence didn’t need that pain.

“Finn was all I had but as much as I loved him I don’t know how I could hurt all those people. You especially but I don’t want to know why either. I want to leave this place, it’s full of death and destruction.”

“Let’s see if it’s just a matter of wanting to go to a certain time. Where should we go?”

“How about right after we left in the past. But this time we just power through, no more using the mirror.”

“Yeah. I’d rather lived those awful years a million times over than hurt those I love.”

The mirror was just where it had been every other time. At least evil Terence hadn’t destroyed it. As they neared it, it turned on, no other way to say it. But there was no picture this time. No crying Fred or an empty office. This was just white light.

“Who should go first?”

“This time we go through together and whatever you do don’t let go of my hand.” Percy didn’t think it worked like that but maybe this time it would.

As Percy held onto Terence’s hand for dear life, he stepped through the mirror. Pain that’s all he felt, it felt like something was burrowing into his head. He heard Terence cry out. Percy held Terence’s hand that much harder. His feet touched the ground and that was all he could take, he fell to the ground, Terence following.

“Am I dead?” he heard Terence ask.

“No, but you’re going to wish you were Sunshine.”

That couldn’t be who he thought it was. The voice was all wrong, not as deep as he remembered.

“How the fuck did this happen?” Terence asked.

Percy sat up and looked around. He was sitting on the ground by the Black Lake. Terence was groaning and pulling himself up to sit next to him.

“Siri, leave them alone,” a female voice said.

“How did this happen?” Terence asked.

“I have no idea.”

They were sitting by the Black Lake surrounded by teenage Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Lily Evans. Under a tree not far away was one teenage Severus Snape.

“Where did you come from?” James asked.

“There’s no apparating on school grounds,” Lily said.

“Umm…how are we here?” Percy asked Terence, ignoring them.

“I think I know why we’re here.”

“Why?” Percy asked.

“To save me.”

“What?”

“Look around you.”

Percy looked around. Wizards with tacky ‘70s hair and he was sure that he saw bellbottoms when Sirius lifted up his arm which raised his robes.

“Can’t you feel it?” Terence asked.

“I don’t feel anything.” It was actually starting to freak him out. He couldn’t feel anything.

“Who are you talking to?” Sirius asked, looking at Terence.

“Him,” Terence said pointing to Percy.

“Maybe he hit his head, maybe he fell out of a plane,” Wormtail said.

“There’s no one there mate. You’re talking to yourself,” James told Terence, looking worried.

His boyfriend gasped and looked at Percy, like he was understanding something Percy had yet to grasp. “You don’t exist yet,” Terence said with horror in his voice.