Jack's POV

I walked down the empty darkened corridor with my hands stuffed into my pockets. I sighed thinking over the events through my head. I can't believe that just happened. I looked out the window and stared at the stars as they twinkled in the darkness.

Everyone was in bed or was supposed to be. I too but I always find myself walking down this same route. I stopped and stared at the silky fabric and clutchEd it tightly in my hand. I don't know why I torture myself but I found it addicting.

With a quick flick of my wrist the fabric cascaded around its golden frame. I stared at my reflection my white hair, blue eyes and thin frame. But within seconds I stared back at the brown eyed brown hair boy I used to be. Tears welled in my eyes as I looked down towards my little sister giggling as she took hold of my hand.

"Jack!" She said pressing her hand against the glass that separated us. I pressed my pale palm over hers and wiped at my tears. "I miss you little sis." I whispered. "I miss you too Jack. But remember that we will always be with you." she took her hand a pointed at my chest. "In here."

"We are always here." My mom said approaching behind me. I sobbed before I grabbed fistfuls of my hair. "Why?!" I yelled before I pounded my fist into the glass causing the image to fade as a crack crawled across its surface.

I collapsed to the ground pulling my knees close to me as the tears fell down my face. "Stop crying, stop crying." I whispered to myself. "It's okay to cry Jack." I looked up to see my brown haired self. He smiled at me through the cracked mirror. "Shut up." I mumbled to him. "You are not me." I told him pulling my knees closer. "I'm the person you want to be." He said quietly crouching so we were looking face to face.

"Stop making yourself feel bad because of what happened. Your friends love you, your family.Theres a lot of people who care about you." I could feel myself shake as the tears stopped. I pushed myself to my feet and faced my broke reflection. "Don't tell me what I don't need to know. I don't care about anyone and no one cares about me." I punched the mirror watching shards of class fall to the floor.

Looking at my bloody knuckle I began pulling out piece of glass. I would never cry again, I will never cry again.

Author's note:

I really wanted to add this in the story but I just couldn't find a place for it. I wanted to show the battle that Jack went through during his few years at Hogwarts. How he blamed himself for everything that happened.