Harry lay in bed staring up at the ceiling.

"Could you please be a bit quieter?" He pleaded for the tenth time. He stared over at the mirror only to hear it yell back.

"Why don't you try living with a split personality?"

"Why would he want to do a thing like that?" Harry groaned and rolled over, shoving the pillow over his head. The mirror had been talking to itself all night. It seemed that when it was cracked it seemed to think it had a split personality and took to talking to itself.

"If you don't both shut it I will blast you to a million pieces!" He yelled from beneath the pillow.

"Well, I never!"

"Such a rude boy."

"Indeed!"

Harry groaned again and forced himself to stand up. Grabbing a holey blanket off the bed, he walked over and threw it over the mirror. It gave an ugly squawk.

"Fine! I didn't want to look at you anyways!"

"I thought it was the other way around?"

"Who asked you?"

"No one."

"Agh!"

"WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UP?" Harry yelled helplessly.

"Well since you put it that way." Harry stood still, waiting for the mirror to speak once more. When it didn't, he sighed and let himself fall face first onto the bed. Not a moment later, the room was full of the sound of Harry snoring, finally getting a good night's rest.

"I wouldn't wake him if I were you," A haughty voice echoed in Harry's sleep. He stirred slightly.

"Yes, if you wake him, I don't think it will be pretty." Harry groaned lightly and made to roll over in the bed, only to find that his outstretched hand felt no support beneath it. With an ungraceful thud, Harry fell to the floor in a tangled heap of blanket and limbs. Harry thrashed in the blanket and managed to sit up, cheeks red. He heard someone laughing and the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Harry! Harry, are you OK?" A familiar voice rang out. Harry blinked, trying to focus on the source of the voice.

"Hermione?" He blinked again and reached above his head, groping the bedside table for his glasses.

"Here." Harry looked over to see his glasses being handed to him.

"Thanks," He muttered and put on his glasses. He looked over to see that Ron was doubled over in a fit of laughter, tears falling from his eyes.

"Wasn't that funny, Ron." Harry stated flatly. He untangled himself from the blankets and managed to make it to his feet, with the helping hand of Hermione.

"B-But...It...w-was..." Ron gasped out. Hermione sighed beside Harry.

"Don't mind him, Harry. He was tricked into some of Fred and George's candies. It turns out that the side effect is uncontrollable laughter." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"What were these candies called?" He asked curiously. Hermione shrugged.

"They never said, but they looked almost like lemon drops. They were in here when we arrived a few minutes ago. They had the candies in a bowl on the table and Ron thought they were for grabs. Of course they didn't warn him. They waited for his reaction before kindly stating that they were in his debt for tasting their new product for them. Once they saw the side effect, they muttered something under their breath to each other and then left, saying they had to go sort some things out." Hermione frowned and looked at Harry.

"I'd be careful when you go downstairs. Mrs. Weasley is in a bit of a bad mood."

"That's a bit of an understatement." Harry looked over to see Ginny standing in the doorway.

"Hello, Ginny." Ginny reddened slightly. Looking around the room, she gave Harry a perplexed look.

"Why did you agree to this room?" Harry blinked and she laughed.

"This is the worst room here. No one uses it anymore and for good reason. It is haunted by that mirror." She commented, pointing at the cracked mirror.

"I beg your pardon?" The mirror demanded. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"A few years back, a person boarding here had a very bad day. He claimed that the room service was horrible and that he was never coming back here again. Tom apologized for whatever it was that happened, but the irritable man wasn't satisfied. He cursed this room by cracking that mirror." Ginny concluded with a small smile. Harry blinked in confusion.

"Why can't they just fix the mirror or replace it?" He questioned.

"Because," came a winded voice. Ron straightened, finally able to stop laughing. "Cursed mirrors can't be fixed or replaced for seven years. That muggle superstition isn't all false." He wiped his face with the back of his hand and smirked at Harry.

"You're going to get it, you know. Mum and Dad were really upset last night when Hedwig delivered your letter. It took all of our will power to convince them to leave it till morning." He stated nodded towards Ginny and Hermione. "They were all worked up. This morning Mum didn't seem so upset, so I think that she is getting over it, but don't count on it." Harry smiled dryly.

"Wonderful. Well, might as well face the music." He glared at Ron who had suddenly begun to laugh once again. Upon walking passed him, Harry punched him in the shoulder.

"Ow..." Ron whined between random gasps. He reached up and rubbed his arm.

"Whatcha do that for?" He grumbled. When he received no answer from Harry, Ron mumbled something under his breath and sulked out of the room.