At last, it was time for summer vacation for all the students at Hogwarts. Most of the students were upset about leaving their friends. But not as much as Harry was. Life with the Dursleys wasn't exactly like winning a contest where you get five hundred galleons.

All the students were boarding the train to take them to King's Cross. All of them except Harry, of course. Snape had asked him to stay in his classroom for a few minutes for "reasons." Harry was sure that it was for Snape to give him extra summer homework...and he was right.

"And don't forget to write an essay about the Fimblewood Potion," Snape said with a grin. "If you get a bad grade on that essay, you'll get detention. Or expelled if I can get around Dumbledore"

Harry sighed. "Anything else?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter," said Snape. "Sing a song to Draco when you see him on the train. And after you sing him the song, write the lyrics on green parchment. GREEN parchment. No other color."

Harry had no idea how singing a song to Draco could improve his potion skills. But then again, Snape hated Harry's guts. Harry rushed out of the Potions classroom, and started running to get to the train. But before he could get outside of the castle, he crashed—straight into Draco Malfoy.

"No running in the castle," said Draco.

"Shut up, Malfoy," said Harry, annoyed. "Get out of the way, I need to get to the train."

"Aww, but Potter, I want to have a duel with you before you go," said Draco. "I feel like I haven't ruined hurt you physically enough this year."

One of the last things on Harry's To-Do List was to fight Draco. But if he didn't duel with him, Draco would probably put some hex on him to turn into a pink dog.

"Fine...," said Harry. "On the count of three, we'll both zap a spell at each other."

"I count," said Draco. "One...two...three!"

Harry casted a Stunning Charm at Draco. Whatever spell Draco cast caused a red beam of light. Harry didn't know how he knew, but he could tell that the spells mixed and didn't work.

"You filthy git," complained Draco. "You should know that a Stunning Charm doesn't work when the opponent casts a Wiffleziffle Charm."

Suddenly, Harry heard the sound of footsteps. Harry turned around and saw Dumbledore walking toward them.

"You two should be getting on the train," said Dumbledore. "But since you're here, I'll give you a gift."

Knowing Dumbledore, Harry thought that he would give him and Draco some Chocolate Frogs or Lemon Drops. But to his surprise, Dumbledore gave him and Draco gold portable mirrors.

"Use them wisely," said Dumbledore as he walked away.

There was a poem on the back of the mirrors. It said: Snow, fog, tornado, and rain. The spell will be fixed when you feel the other half's pain.

"What does that poem mean?" asked Draco.

"I don't know," replied Harry.

"That old git can't come up with a decent poem," said Draco.

Harry and Draco started walking to the train. Fortunately, they both reached it right before it drove away. Harry found where Ron and Hermione were sitting and joined them. After a discussion about some new Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Harry got ready to fall asleep. The last thing he saw before he feel asleep was the gold mirror, clutched in his hand.

A few hours later, Harry woke up. His eyes were still closed. He didn't feel like opening them.

"Wake up!"

What was that voice? Harry wondered. Harry guessed that it was probably from Hermione and Ron's voice. But that voice was much deeper than Hhermione's and Ron's. Harry opened his eyes and gasped. Looking at him wasn't Hermione or Ron—it was Crabbe and Goyle.

"You're up, Malfoy," said Goyle.

"I'm not Malfoy...," said Harry, feeling weird. Saying that didn't feel right. His voice wasn't his usual voice. It was a different voice.

"Uh, yeah you are," said Crabbe. "If you don't believe me, take a look at yourself in that mirror you've been holding."

Harry picked up the mirror and stared at it. The mirror didn't show his face. It showed Draco's face.

TO BE CONTINUED...