Chapter 1
Harry was agitated, the sixth year was kicking off to a bad start. Sirius was dead, Hermione and Ron were not on speaking terms, and he was getting hurtful training from Snape that was making him angrier and angrier.
It all came to a head at dinner a few hours earlier. Harry was in the middle of their little trio, Hermione and Ron sat on either side of him and with them on the outs, Harry got the brunt of it all.
He stormed off after yelling at them to stop their little game or leave him out of it before stomping off followed by a deafeningly silent great hall.
He found an abandoned room and was trying to calm himself down.
That’s when he heard it.
Looking up, Harry saw a small mirror sitting on the table. It was rattling.
Moving forward, Harry noticed that the glass was foggy.
He should have known, based on past experience, that picking up magic items that he’s never heard of is a bad thing, but his curiosity won out.
Picking up the mirror, Harry frowned at the Golden words filtering across the glass.
‘Your wish is granted, look closer...’ Harry bent a bit to get a closer look, unconsciously following directions.
There was a bright white light, that had him stumbling back into a table.
Rubbing his eyes, Harry took a few steadying steps to the right before composing himself, there wasn’t any time like the present to get back to his rooms.
He ignored everyone as he walked, but he did hear a few confused whispers when he passed a few students.
When he got back to his bed, he frowned at the red blanket that was lying on top of it, his name embroidered on the top in big golden letters.
Mrs. Weasley didn’t make this, her skills were limited to sweaters and monograms.
Now that he looked, everything looked... different.
Backing up in confusion, Harry rushed to the bathroom, and when he got here, he stopped at his appearance.
He was taller—not by much, but notable—his hair was neatly trimmed back, and his clothes looked a bit less ‘new’ as his previous clothes were. But the most notable attribute that was changed, was the scar on his forehead, or more like, the absence of the scar on his forehead.