Full Summary: After the death of Sirius, Harry muses over the time he had with Siri. But as the new year at Hogwarts approaches, he gets an idea from a comment that Luna Lovegood said at the end of 5th year. In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that's all. You heard them. Now, Harry is heading back to the Department Of Mysteries to rescue Sirius And only one other person is going with him: Luna. Will they survive or is this the end of the wizarding world as we know it?

A/N:. I just had to write this after Sirius' death in OotP..... It was so sad.....

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. Tonks, Luna, Harry, Remus and all the others belong to the great JKR. Just one question for her, tho: WHY SIRIUS?!

Ch. 1 Reflections

Once a person held his life together, now it was to be a mirror. Pulling his battered trunk nearer to his rumpled bed, Harry Potter slowly opened it. Memories plagued him as he pulled out random things from the trunk: the Marauders Map (he snickered at the thought of their comments at Professor Snape), his Firebolt (a gift from his godfather), and finally that dreaded mirror. After staring at them for the longest time, Harry stood and put the Firebolt in his closet and placed the map on the bed stand.

There's only one Marauder left, thought Harry.

There was no denying that now. Prongs had been dead for the past fifteen years. Check one. Wormtail was as good as dead, being with the Dard Lord and all. Check two. And now Padfoot. Gone through the veil in the Death Chamber made him as good as dead. Check three. No more would the Marauders be together . . . unless Remus was the next on Voldemort's list to go.

Just peachy, Harry thought disdainfully. All I have to remember my godfather by is a blasted mirror.

Picking up the wrapped up mirror, Harry threw it against the mattress. On impact, the shattered glass flew across the room, almost hitting Hedwig in her cage.

"Sorry, Hedwig," mumbled Harry as he retrieved the pieces that had scattered.

Pulling them back to his bed, Harry painfully began to piece together his life – and the mirror. Sweat marred his brow as he placed each piece of shattered mirror into what he hoped was the correct spot. Each piece cut into his flesh as the mirror grew back to its original form. Deeper and deeper they cut but his less and less did his life get better.

Within a few minutes, the mirror was whole. Spell-o-Tape worked wonders when needed. But Harry often wished that it could repair his broken life.

"Blast that veil!" shouted Harry. Tears were now streaming down his pale face, leaving thin stripes. "Why couldn't I have found this blasted mirror before this happened? It's not fair Sirius. No one's here anymore. And you're never coming back."

Sobs racked Harry's tired body. It had only been a matter of weeks since Sirius Black had passed through the veil, taking him away from Harry forever. Sitting on his bed, Harry held the mirror to his face, seeing the gauntness, sunken green eyes, and messy black hair that could never be tamed.

He's dead, chanted Harry in his head. He's really dead.

He's not dead, Harry, said a small voice in his head.

"Not dead?' he said aloud. "How can he 'not be dead'? He fell through the veil, stupid. He's dead. Dumbledore even said so."

Don't you remember what Luna said before you left? Remember? the voice persisted.

Harry racked his brains for what Luna Lovegood had said to him in the corridor. "Yeah it was rather horrible.... And anyway, it's not as though I'll never see Mum again, is it?" What did she mean by "it's not as though I'll never see Mum again"? Was there some way to get Sirius out of the veil?

Oh come on, the voice said, mimicking Luna's voice. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn't you?

"Yeah . . ."

In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that's all. You heard them.

There may just be a way, thought Harry with a smile.


As the night wore on, Harry tossed and turned in his bed. Lightening flashed and thunder boomed not long after. The dingy sheets twisted around his legs like serpents as he thrashed. Suddenly, Harry sat up, damp with cold sweat, his face illuminated by the lightening.

"Sirius," mumbled Harry.

It was the same dream again. Watching endlessly of Sirius being hit by Bellatrix's curse, sending Sirius to his doom. Over and over it played as it had been since he had left Hogwarts. And now it was only a fortnight before he was to return to Hogwarts for his sixth year. Turning on the lamp beside his bed, Harry put on his glasses and grabbed the school letter off the stand. He had received his letter concerning his O.W.L.s (Ordinary Wizarding Level) just a few short weeks ago. He had received an "Outstanding" in Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts; an "Excellent" in Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures; an "Average" in Herbology, Potions, Astronomy and History of Magic; and a "Poor" in Divinitation. All in all, he had done well. He was to owl McGonagall on what classes he would be talking within the next two days.

Already, both of them knew that Harry was going to be taking Advanced Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. McGonagall just wanted to make sure that he could still get into Advanced Potions and Herbology to become an Auror.

Sighing, Harry returned the letter to its original spot on the stand and stood up. The rain was losing its intensity and a faint light could be seen on the horizon. Harry sighed once more. He was to leave for Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place within the next few hours and stay there with the Weasleys, Hermione Granger, Remus Lupin and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix until school began. Having the sudden urge to write someone a letter, Harry made his way to his desk. He pulled out a piece of parchment, his ink well and a quill. He sat there for hours, not a thought of what to write coming to him. Growling in frustration, he put them away and began to pack.

Going to his closet, he grabbed his robes (Quidditch and normal) and his Firebolt. Along the way he grabbed the map from where he had placed it just months ago. Throwing these items half-hazardly into his trunk, Harry reached for the mirror.

This is a two-way mirror. I've got the other.
If you need to speak to me, just say my name
into it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be
able to talk in yours. James and I used to use
them when we were in separate detentions.

He's not dead, thought Harry. It was just a very bad dream. I can just talk to him from here.

Bringing the mirror to his face, Harry clearly said, "Sirius Black." His breath steamed up the mirror. Wiping it clear, Harry repeated himself. "Sirius Black! SIRIUS BLACK!"

Tears began to sting his eyes. It can't be . . . it's just not true . . ." He pounded his fist against the table. It just had to be Sirius! Didn't it? You just had to have him back, Dad. You had him for how long - more than the seven years at Hogwarts while I only got two! I bloody hate you, Dad! And you couldn't stop him, could you, Mum? No one understands!

Hedwig twittered softly in her cage.

Remember what I said before, Harry, piped up a voice.


Remember what?

Gah! Don't you pay attention to anything but Quidditch and Cho Chang? Remember what Luna told you. You may get to see Sirius once more.

"Yeah . . . but – "

The sound of Aunt Petunia opening the door and then closing it cut off his train of thoughts. Footsteps traveled up the nearby stairs and stopped at his door.

"Harry?" came a familiar female voice.

Harry walked to the door and opened it, revealing the speaker.

"Tonks!"

"Hiya, Harry," said Tonks. Nymphadora Tonks, a member of the Order, an Auror, and a Metamorphmagus, walked into his room, bubble gum pink hair all spiky and short, violet eyes shining. "Ready to – " She stopped short after seeing the mirror in Harry's hand. "It was from him, wasn't it?" she whispered. "The mirror. Sirius."

"Tonks!" came a voice from below. "You coming or not?"

"Coming Remus!" she shouted back down. "C'mon, Harry. Let's get the rest of your belongings and we can going." She waved her wand once over the room and everything that Harry would need for the coming year flew into the open trunk.

The two walked silently down the stairs. Harry gave the Dursleys a curt farewell and the three of them walked out of the house and back into a world full of turmoil.