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Chapter 1

Harry sank down on to his bed and unwrapped the package. Out fell a small, square mirror. It looked old; it was certainly dirty. Harry held it up to his face and saw his own reflection looking back at him.

He turned the mirror over. There on the reverse side was a scribbled note from Sirius.

This is a two-way mirror, I've got the other one of the pair. If your 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.

Harry's heat began to race. He remembered seeing his dead parents in the Mirror of Erised four years ago. He was going to be able to talk to Sirius again, right now, he knew it –

He looked around to make sure there was nobody else there; the dormitory was quite empty. He looked back at the mirror, raised it in front of his face with trembling hands and said, loudly and clearly, "Sirius."

His breath misted the surface of the glass. He held the mirror even closer, excitement flooding through him, but the eyes blinking back at him through the fog were definitely his own.

He wiped the mirror clear again and said, so that every syllable rang clearly through the room:

"Sirius Black!"

Nothing happened. The frustrated face looking back out of the mirror was still, definitely, his own….

Sirius didn't have his mirror on him when he went through the archway, said a small voice in Harry's head. That's why it's not working….

Harry looked at the mirror for another minute before hurling the mirror into his trunk, furious and frustrated. He resumed gathering his things, furious and disappointed. After another minute or so, he stopped piling his things up onto the bed and looked back at the shattered mirror in his trunk. He started at it for a few moments before sighing and walking back over to the trunk.

He pointed his wand at the shattered pieces and said, in a defeated and sorrow voice, "Reparo." He lifted the mended mirror out of his trunk and went and sat on his bed with it. He looked at it, a tear sliding down his cheek. He closed his eyes for a moment, just basking in the memories of his beloved godfather.

That's when he lost control. He couldn't stop the immense sobs coming out from his chest. He hugged the mirror to his chest, full of remorse, and fell asleep there; tears and all.