The train trip, was both spectacularly slow and far to fast.

Hermione fretted over the nonexistent end of the year tests, Quirrell's attempt at murder had distracted the teachers enough that the exams for the younger years were called off as they investigated.

Ron complained about going being stuck in a small house with the twins and Percy for the summer. But Harry could see the happy twitch to other boys lips as he did his best to keep how fond he really was of his older brothers a secret.

Harry himself toyed with the small shard of the mirror that had previously embedded itself in his shoulder, one of three small shards that had made up a larger piece that shattered upon hitting his shoulder bone. He'd just barely managed to swipe the tiny sliver before Madam Pomfrey had disposed of it's brothers.

He knew that if he bothered to take it out of his pocket, he would still be able to find his own blood stained on it's silvery surface.

But despite how his hand played with it, his thoughts were far away from the Mirror of Erised. No they were focused upon the small conversation he'd had with Dumbledore, and following that Madam Pomfrey.

The short exchange with the Old Gnome-like man, had been just as informative as it had been mystifying. But if harry were honest with himself, had been expected. Dumbledore seamed dead set on filling the role of mind bending mentor figure.

On the other hand, Madam Pomfrey had been far more explanatory to Harry. Informing him he would be required to see a Hogwarts Sponsored Mind Healer once a week for the rest of the summer, and depending on the results the next school year.

He didn't know if he should be surprised as he was that Hogwarts had an official policy to a Student Killing an attacking professor.

Otherwise the trip had been unremarkable, other than Malfoy stopping by to taunt them for some reason or another. Harry hadn't paid him any attention, instead he'd asked Ron for a quick game of chess to pass the time. Ron had seemingly followed Harry's lead in ignoring the Ponce, took out a chess board and set the game.

Hermione Followed along soon after, giving harry advice on what to do when she bothered to look up from her book, as Ron quickly gained the upper hand.

None of them were really sure when Malfoy and his goons left the train compartment, but it was welcome nonetheless.

After arriving at the station, Harry was quick to say his goodbyes and disappear through the barrier to kings crossing.

As soon as his uncle managed to get his School things into the trunk of the car, he'd handed the waleish man the letter's Professor Mcgonagall had given him for his Aunt and Uncle.

The man's face turned purple at the "Abnormality" of the parchment, and harry almost expected the man to rip them to pieces. Instead his uncle had merely stuffed them into his pocket with a growl before joining Harry in the car.

The ride was short, and almost before Harry could think they were pulling into Privet Drive. His School trunk was quickly stowed underneath the stair in Harry's cupboard, while Harry was shoved off into his own room.

He stared at the door to his room, something he still found somewhat novel to have only to gasp as he turned around to find something he never thought he'd see again.

It's frame was a freshly polished gold, and it's inlay seamingly crisp and the inscription newly printed on bright gold. The silver oval in it's center appeared almost liquid silver as the room itself was recreated on its surface. As it sat in the corner of Harry's room.

The only flaw being a tiny missing sliver on it's reflective surface, a Sliver that was nested in Harry's pocket.

For the Mirror of Erised was standing before him showing only a single sign of its previous state, and as Harry slid closer without thought as he pulled the tiny sliver of the mirror from his pocket, still covered in his blood without even thinking he slotted it into the cracked mirror.

He couldn't help but feel as though he'd found a lost friend, as the previous damage glowed bright gold before merging with the Mirror that showed not your face, but hearts desire.

The smile on his face said as much, as he announced with an almost reverently "Thank You." He knew the mirror wasn't alive. It was just a mish mash of enchantments, none of which would allow it thought. But he'd read that sometimes enchanted Items took on a life of their own sometimes, especially strong ones.

So even if there was only an off chance,he had to thank the Mirror, even if it wouldn't understand just what it had done for him.

But that answer would have to wait.

Now he had a promise to keep, after all he knew the mirror Sirius wasn't the real Sirius and while the mirror's words likely meant he would have achieved his goal had Sirius actually been there, it didn't mean it was over.

It had only happened just the once after all, and he fully intended to keep making Sirius Black Proud of him for the rest of his life.

And if the Mirror Of Desire hummed in quiet approval at Harry's determination… Well, that'll be our little secret.

Meanwhile In Azkaban:

Sirius Black was worried.

And no it had nothing to do with the little red stone Sirius kept on his bed and hid whenever the guards came.

No it was the Dementors that had Sirius worried. It been a month or so since the stone had popped on his nose like a little meteorite, and maybe a week later the Dementors had, changed.

It wouldn't be apparent to anyone new to the island, and even the guards didn't seem to feel it, what with all the time they spent in the heavily guarded barracks they probably would have shrugged it off as their imagination if they had.

But the Dementors aura had increased by tenfold at the very least, some of the older prisoner had keeled over dead from the change in mere hours. Then there was the oddness that the Dementors would participate in every night or so.

From what Sirius and a few of the more sane inhabitants could piece together, they would just stand in front of the cells night after night, cell after cell until they were seemingly satisfied.

Sometimes the Demons would even enter the occupied cells, Something that shouldn't be possible with the wards placed specifically to keep them out. But they wouldn't even attempt to kiss the occupant, they would just glide through the cell for a while before leaving.

And now a single Dementor stood (Floated?) By the bars of Sirius's cell glaring directly at him and he couldn't help but feel like this was going to be almost as bad as the day Lily had found James in the girls changing room.

As Sirius quickly came to realize he was wrong, It was far worse.

The Dementor itself didn't do much, it just sat outside his cell without moving. It's 'Kill yourself' aura on the other hand just got stronger and stronger.

Frost covered the cell in a matter of moments, Sirius started to shiver even the fur of Padfoot did nothing to hold the chill at bay. Memories scraped away at his soul, his Dear mother casting the Cruciatus curse on Regulus.

Being informed by a Death Eater of all people that his brother was dead, Leaving Harry to Hagrid with an empty promise of returning, Convincing James to use Peter as the Secret keeper, finding James And Lily dead and all because of him.

At some point he'd thrown secrecy to the wolves and dug the familiar ruby stone from his mattress, it's warm magic doing barley anything at all to the ice that nested in his malnourished bones.

The strong willed Sirius Black, who had managed to weather almost twelve years of passive Dementor exposure quickly found himself ground away into little more than a whimpering mass of despair and misery as he begged for to be released from his mortal coil.

So when felt a bony finger prod his side.

Barely managing to turn his head, Sirius was only just able to register that the aura of chilling misery had disappeared, as his eyes landed on the form of a Dementor as it prodded him like some sort of curiosity.

This wasn't going to turn out well for him was it?

Apparently, Three letters really can change everything.

Harry hadn't even been in the house for more than two days when he realized something was different.

His chores list was shorter for one, and for another, when he woke the day after returning, he found his trunk in his bedroom. At first he simply though it was his aunts way of taunting him before taking it away or punishing him for opening it.

After a couple day of it sitting in his room with no retribution, he shrugged it off. But then they gave him allowance for doing his chores! And even took him to the store with Dudley so he could buy something with it!

Leading Harry to the conclusion that his Aunt and Uncle had been confounded, probably by one of the letter he'd had to deliver them.

Not mind you, that Harry was complaining, no if anything he took it for everything it was worth

First thing he bought was leather bound journal, and then had the mirror recount every bit of advice Sirius had given little Harry so far as he jotted them down with clearest handwriting he could.

The journal quickly became Harry's gospel. Whether it was because his brain felt like he'd shoved a nail in it as he did his best to memorize all of last years course books, or because Dudley and his gang were being a jerks.

Just reading it held Harry back from doing something he would regret on many occasions throughout the summer.

("Don't get angry kiddo, get even, and as Lily always says, the best revenge is a life lived well!")

He was pretty sure his aunt and Uncle noticed his restraint as well, as he found his allowance far larger when he didn't punch Dudley for insulting his Parents.

The therapy session were going well according to the mind healer, a nice woman named . Harry himself found the session's rather odd, he was apparently supposed to talk about himself, but that had always been a bit of a tough topic for the boy.

If only because he didn't find himself very interesting.

So he just said whatever came to mind, and apparently that satisfied the woman. By the end of the first month Harry realized he had yet to get a single letter from both Ron and Hermione. After digging through his Trunk for Hermione's number and borrowing his Uncles phone he rather surprised to answer the too a very miffed Hermione Granger, who quickly calmed down upon realizing he hadn't gotten any of her letters.

Both of them quickly reconnected after that, with Ron being tagged in after the girl of granger ended each phone call.

Other than that his summer had been great, and his Aunt and Uncle apparently decided to "reward" his "good behavior" by buy him a movie ticket at a nearby theater,

Of course Harry new they just wanted him out of their hair for business meeting with the "Mason's" or some other name.

Harry was ecstatic as he walked home from the movie theater, the movie was amazing and he was in high spirits as he made the mildly long trek back to Number 4 Privet Drive.

Naturally that was when things started going wrong.

He walked onto the block just in time to see his Uncle throw some small trollish creature with big ears threw the his bedroom window.

Harry wasn't sure what was going on, but an unknown creature of (more than likely than not) magical origin being in his room without permission or his knowledge just screamed "BAD IDEA!"

So following, his Mind Healers advice in taking his problems head on, Harry tackled the creature before it could get up.

Such was the life of Harry James Potter.