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Confused

Sirius was confused. In fact, he was beginning to think he was more confused than he had ever been before. And he'd had some pretty confusing times.

He had got up that morning prepared to dodge Harry for as long as possible in the hopes that he would forget about the little incident the night before. Well, he had managed to spend months in hiding from the Ministry of Magic but he only managed to avoid Harry for about five minutes after leaving his room. He had been fully prepared to be yelled at or ignored but Harry just smiled at him said something about a meeting and walked off. This was why he was confused.

He knew Harry couldn't have forgotten. He remembered very clearly and he was definitely the more drunk of the two. So why would Harry act like nothing had happened? He was pretty sure that most people would feel a bit awkward if their godfather suddenly kissed them. It was just one of those things that didn't happen every day.

He walked down to the main room in a kind of puzzled daze. When he got there the room was totally full and everyone's attention was focused on Harry, who was saying, once again, that he would be gone for a while. Sirius was puzzled at this. The way Harry was speaking sounded like he was intending on going away by himself but surely he wouldn't do that? Anything could happen. When he was done talking Sirius swallowed his nervousness and went to speak to him.

"So you're going to get the mirror?"

"Yeah." Harry was adjusting some papers on one of the desks and wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Alone?"

"Yeah, well I don' really need anyone do I? I know what I'm looking for and I know my way around Hogwarts. I'll be quicker alone." He didn't sound convinced but Sirius couldn't be sure as he was still refusing to look at him.

"But it's abandoned now. It's not safe for you to be on you own."

"I'll be fine Sirius. Now I'm sorry but I have to get some things ready." He swept past Sirius, up to his room. Sirius was beginning to think that maybe Harry hadn't forgotten about the kiss at all.

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Harry waited until it was dark before leaving. He slipped out of the door silently unaware of the other man following just behind him.

Sirius knew that there was no way he could convince Harry to let him come but he wasn't about to let him go alone. He had decided to follow in the shadows, just in case something came up. Most likely it wouldn't but he wanted to be there. Just in case.

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Wormtail was crouched behind a large rock. The space was cramped and it was made any better by the other Death Eater standing behind him, leaning over his shoulder, breathing in his ear all the time.

"Is that them?" Wormtail didn't answer. He didn't know and he didn't want to speak to the man more than necessary. This was a bad idea. He felt a sharp pain in his foot as his partner stamped on it.

"I said, is that him?"

"I think so."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

The man behind him sneered.

"Well what are you going to do? Just stand here? Follow him you fool!"

Wormtail swallowed his pride and nodded. He wanted to get through this without being crushed to dust.

"Yes, of course Severus."

The two men watched as Harry turned a corner and followed him.

"Is he alone?"

"I think so."

Snape sneered again. He seemed to do that a lot.

"Idiot boy. He always was arrogant. Thinking he could do everything himself. See where that's got him now."

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Harry wished he had brought his firebolt to get to the school. He had forgotten how long it took to walk the journey. He had been in a rush to get out of HQ and be alone but now he had got what he wanted and was completely on his own he would rather have been in HQ with everyone else. When it was so quiet he had too much time to think.

He was thinking about a lot of things. The first one was the night before and Sirius. He had been surprised when he'd kissed him. He hadn't liked it, of course he hadn't. He didn't think… He wasn't as sure as he wanted to be but he put the whole incident down to how drunk they were. Sirius hadn't known what he was doing. He probably didn't even remember or he would have mentioned it. He had been disappointed that Sirius hadn't brought it up… no he hadn't he was glad. It would have been awkward and he hadn't liked it. He hadn't liked it…

He was so busy convincing himself that he hadn't enjoyed kissing Sirius that he almost missed the turning for Hogwarts. Cursing under his breath he turned up the path and up to the main entrance vowing to keep his mind more firmly on the job.

There was a time when breaking into Hogwart's would have been almost impossible but now it had been deserted for years and all the old enchantments put in by Dumbledore were fading. It almost made Harry sad how little of a challenge it was.

It was weird to be back after so long. Especially now there were no people around. Everything seemed to echo around him. He had never realised how huge the castle was before. He pushed forward to try and find the mirror in a busy, efficient way, hoping that if he got buried enough in the job he would forget about the slight feeling in his stomach that was telling him he wished he'd brought someone with him. He was too stubborn to admit he'd been wrong and there was no way he was going to admit to anyone, even himself, that he was even the slightest bit nervous.

It didn't take long for him to find the mirror. For some reason it had been put back in the same room he had found it in first year. It was odd but he wasn't about to complain. It was about time he had some luck.

He paced around it. It seemed obvious that all he had to do was smash the mirror, that was easy enough, but that had to be more to it. He somehow didn't see Voldemort hiding a bit of his soul in something that could be destroyed if it fell over. As he paced he saw a piece of paper tucked into the back of the frame. He pulled it out and unfolded it. It had a couple of lines of loopy writing across it:

'Breaking a mirror 8 years bad luck'

He recognised the writing straight away; it was Dumbledore's. He cursed under his breath. Dumbledore had known about the Mirror before but hadn't told him He must have been working on it himself. Any other time Harry would have said he didn't believe in superstitious things like that but now didn't seem a great time to risk it and if Dumbledore had believed it… He couldn't break it himself. He looked up into the glass and almost jumped out of his skin when he saw someone standing just behind him.

"Sirius, what're you…?" He spun round and realised there was no one there. When he turned back Sirius was still looking back at him smiling. His heart rate settled slowly. He was very glad no one had been there to see that. Having comforted himself that he really was alone he stared into the mirror again.

The Sirius in the glass wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder from behind, gazing at his face and smiling. Harry's hands reached down to his middle to touch the hands but all he felt was empty space. As hard as he tried to feel that what he was seeing was wrong he couldn't. How could something really be wrong when it felt so completely right? He was so lost in himself that he didn't notice the man standing by the door.

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