Title: Broken Mirrors
Rating: PG-13, will likely increase
Spoilers: Spoilers to OotP, with a few spoilers from HBP and DH
Pairings: Daniel/Emma, other pairings to be decided
Characters: Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, James Phelps, Gary Oldman, Misc. others
Genre: Adventure, Action, Romance
Warnings: RPF, but with a twist.
Summary: They say you take on characteristics of someone you've played long enough. Waking up as the character you've been playing for eight years probably wasn't what they meant.



Disclaimer: I do not own HP. I most definitely do not own any of the actors herein. I don't know any of them, either.

AN: Okay! I've had this idea in my head since GoF the movie came out, and only just fleshed it out enough to write it! Yes, it's Dan/Emma, but it's not going to be based all around 'zomgletsgettogether'...the premise of the story sounds fun to write, so that's what I'm doing!

All actors personalities are built off of interviews they've done, blogs, personal sites, and roles that they tend toward.

That said, this is a fanfic, and just like characters, the actors will be subject to characterization.

Let it begin!

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Broken Mirrors

Chapter 1

Daniel sighed as he fell back into bed. The breaks between filming were shortening every movie, partially because they didn't want their stars growing out of their roles, and partially because they could work longer.

The whole day had been comprised of working over the final battle in the book. They'd only gotten a couple scenes done, but the physical work it had required left him utterly exhausted.

He groaned slightly, pulling a knot of sheets out from the middle of his back, and ran a hand through his hair. They'd cleaned off most of the blood makeup, but he hadn't showered yet--so his 'scar' had smudged and looked closer to a nasty bruise than a fashion statement.

Emma would take his ear off if she knew he was going to sleep in his clothes, but she didn't need to know everything, did she?

He gave a belated snort. Oliver had driven half of the cast up the wall with ear jokes. He wasn't actually in any of the shots, but had come by the set anyway for the start-of-shoot celebration.

Daniel had only heard a few, himself, but Rupert had been complaining about it every time they talked. Well, at least he's getting practice.

He sighed again. Only two and a half more years, and it would be over. It seemed like he'd been in this all of his life...it would be strange--and maybe somewhat of a relief--when it was all over.

Daniel stifled a yawn in his fist, curling up on his pillow. That was all something to think about later. Like over lunch with Emma and Rupert.

He smiled softly as he drifted off to sleep.

He awoke with a sneeze, and rubbed his head. It was throbbing enough that he almost wondered if he'd drank a few pints last night and forgotten. He blinked away the bleariness in his eyes and tried to focus on the too-bright room around him.

He frowned, squinting his eyes slightly. The room wasn't right. Okay...there is no way I even had the chance to get drunk yesterday...so... He rubbed his eyes, and sat up more fully. The room was strangely fuzzy, all blue and brown blobs.

"What the bloody hell...?"

The sound of the bedroom door slamming open cut him off, and he turned quickly in the direction of the noise, bracing to run or fight.

Four familiar figures were filing into the room, and...if he didn't know better, it looked almost as if one of them waved a wand at the door when they closed it.

Dammit...what was in that aspirin I took last night?

"...Daniel?"

"Emma?" He squinted through the haze. Definitely Emma...and Rupert...and...were those James and Oliver?

What were they doing in his hou--wherever they were?

Emma made a relieved sound. "Good. I was worried you'd be one of them, too."

"What?"

He thought she might've frowned, before walking up to him, and snatching something from the stand next to the bed he was laying on (Which he definitely did not fall asleep on). "Put these on."

"What?" He frowned at her outstretched hand. Was that... "Glasses?"

She huffed. "Trust me, Daniel."

With a sour frown, he plucked the glasses--that, upon further study, looked like the fake ones he usually wore on-set--from her hand, and eased them on.

The amused look on Emma's face was crystal clear.

"Emma...what..."

"This is going to sound strange, Daniel...but..." She glanced back at Rupert, James, and Oliver. "Umm...recognize this place?"

He gave her an incredulous look, but glanced around the room anyway. Wait...I do know this place...but...

"Emma..." He said warily. "Why are we on set?"

She swallowed nervously. Rupert spoke up before she could reply. "We're not, mate."

"What?"

"That's just it." Emma said, still looking nervous. "This...this isn't a set. This is real."

He stared at her a few moments, before turning to pin James and Oliver with accusatory looks. Obviously this is their start-of-filming prank.

"Very funny, guys." He said without much humor. "It was your idea, James, wasn't it?"

James shook his head, looking somewhat threadbare. "Not a chance, mate."

Oliver had a scowl written into his features, and was leaning against the door.

Daniel frowned. "What's gotten into you, Oliver?"

"Might be gettin' called Oliver for one." The twin shot back.

He blinked. What?

"Um...Daniel..." Emma said cautiously. "That's...not Oliver."

"Excuse me?"

"The name's George." 'Oliver' spoke up from his position at the doorway. "And I, unlike you, belong here."

CH END

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AN: So...what dya think? I really need a Britt-pick :/