Long time, no see. Well, have fun with this one, folks. And if you please, write a review. I'm needing a little inspiration as of late. - M.


The phone rang, and Harry nearly jumped out of his own skin. No one ever called him on that thing, not even Hermione. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the small numbers on the gray screen, one eyebrow rising ever so slightly as he spied Malfoy's number there.

"What the bloody hell does he want at this hour?"

Carefully he opened it, listening instead of giving the normal greeting.

"Potter. Oh come on, Potter. Stop being so childish and answer me. I've got news of Hermione."

That did it. Harry was on edge, every fiber of his being reaching for something, anything that would make everything all right again.

"Hello? Yes, what is it Draco?"

"Diana saw her mother."

Draco's voice was strained, soft even. Harry had never heard it with such sadness before, but truth be told, there was no one who held more fault than Draco for this whole mess. It was a lot to carry upon one's shoulders. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he answered.

"What do you mean, Diana saw Hermione?"

On the other end of the line, Draco leaned back into his plush chair, suddenly feeling older than his actual age. He fingered the sliver of mirror in his hand, looking at it curiously.

"Do you remember that mirror of Sirius', the one you held in your own palm, years and years ago, Potter?"

The hairs on Harry's neck stood up on in, a cold draft drifting through the air to him at the thought of his godfather. His own voice came out as but a whisper upon the cold wind.

"Go on…."

"Well, Potter, it seems my Diana has gotten hold of a piece of it, and she swears by Merlin's beard that she spied her mother in it."

Harry dropped the phone, clearly shaken. With a trembling hand, he picked it up, speaking clearly into the receiver.

"I'll be right over."