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4. Blackened
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"Blood magic is powerful," Hermione reiterated as she held the burnt mirror. For some reason, hours after her last meeting with him, the mirror turned black as if scalded.
She had a feeling it had to do with the blood ritual they performed. She should've cleaned the mirror more thoroughly, using a cleansing spell instead of just wiping it.
But why were the consequences so grave?
Had he planned this? Did he not want to see her again and this was his way of playing a trick by destroying her mirror?
But he said they'd meet again, in the flesh.
Why would he lie about that?
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Regulus paced his room, his fist clenched.
He regretted showing off.
He wrecked her mirror and now his was useless without anyone to talk to. He shouldn't have showed off his knowledge of dark magic! It had just been plain and stupid showing off.
He should've just asked her out. If he'd asked more sincerely, he felt sure she would've relented about the whole secret location and Order of the Phoenix headquarters thing she couldn't tell him about.
Of course, the ritual had worked. His magic never failed. They would meet in the flesh.
The problem is he didn't know when they would meet. There was no time limit on the spell.
Yet they would meet again.
His blood magic never failed.
It was as pure and powerful as the blood that ran through his veins.
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A terrible thought occurred to him.
Had her mirror burnt because her blood was impure? Was she a mudblood?
He didn't even want to think about that. For, worse than being a blood traitor, he knew he'd still want to see her.
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"What have I done?" Hermione thought.
She had a large book about blood magic open and gasped when she saw the spell he had performed.
"Mirrors reflect the light of our soul.
Temporarily, they show us what no other magic can show us: ourselves.
Magic mirrors are even more powerful because they can
contain both ours and another's souls.
Thus they can be used to communicate over vast distances.
Nothing is faster than the speed of the light of the soul. Magic mirrors can reflect the light of the soul across any time or distance.
When sealed with blood, the light of the soul can even transcend death-if the corresponding
mirror is brought again to reflect its light."
"Shit. What have I done?"
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She ran to find Sirius.
"Do you know who this mirror belongs to?"
A flash of something came into Sirius's eyes as he held the mirror. "It was mine. There were only two made, one belonging to James and one belonging to myself."
"What happened to the one belonging to James?"
"James accidentally destroyed his, sometime after I ran away and I was staying at his house."
"Then this is the only one?" Hermione breathed.
"Yes. So it won't be much use now, the mirror can only communicate with its corresponding pair. Since the other was destroyed, well there's nothing left to talk to." Sirius sighed irritably.
"But I talked to someone, I just did!"
"That's impossible," Sirius said almost angrily.
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Thanks everybody, I will post the next chappie in a few hours if someone wants to read it :-)
(Also I made up complete gibberish about the mirror and magic mirror stuff so please don't take it seriously! Though it sounds sort of real doesn't it? "The light of the soul")