Harry Potter: Who Took My Horcrux?

Voldemort's eyes reddened as he howled, “Which one of you touched my Horcrux?!” (Background: In a huge European-style full-length mirror, a handsome man with black hair and red eyes paces around inside. Sometimes his head pokes out over the top of the mirror; other times he runs headfirst into its frame.) Queen: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all? Voldemort (swallowing his anger): You are, Your Majesty. Inner thoughts (Is there something wrong with your brain? Why keep asking questions here instead of dealing with that legitimate heir to the throne!) That's right, the old Voldy has successfully transmigrated, and he's ended up in Snow White: Enhanced Edition. Snow White: Ahahaha! Can't you dance any better? It's your adorable daughter's once-in-a-lifetime wedding~ Voldemort: For Merlin's sake, I finally waited until Snow White turned fifteen, and you stupid queen still haven't killed her? Why did you send the huntsman to do it? The potions I taught you were all deadly poisons, and what did you do? You made a half-poisonous apple, basically just an enhanced Sleeping Death potion! She wakes up after eating the apple! Do you even know what it means to get rid of the body? You deserve to dance to death in those iron shoes. King (caressing the mirror, smitten): Your beauty is not the only thing without equal. Everything about you is unique in the world. Ah, I've finally found you, my beloved. Voldemort: Let go of me! I'm a mirror now! What is wrong with your family's genes? Your younger brother is a necrophiliac, and you're a fetishist! I thought you were clever, so I helped you take the throne! Who touched my Horcrux and trapped me inside a mirror?! I want to go back to the wizarding world! King (smiling): Forget it, darling. I'll find someone for you to drain the life force from, and then you can be my queen.