Harry hadn't seen the Mirror in years. It was third-year now, and here was the mirror, on Privet Drive!
He cautiously approached it. But it wasn't his parents he saw. It was like a trick mirror that showed a long hallway beyond, also covered in mirrors.
But it was magic, had to be. Harry prodded it with his wand. The wand passed through harmlessly.
Well. He looked back at the door. Aunt Marge was driving him nuts.
"Anywhere's better than here."
He stepped through.
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I turned with surprise. We weren't expecting any new agents today. Certainly not, right?
A boy stepped out, with a lightning scar on his forehead.
I gasped, then stopped gaping. Sparks automatically danced in my hands from the intruder, and I swiftly doused them with a click of my fingers.
Damn John, he could at least tell me when the portals were active!
I straightened my priestess hakama, and bowed.
"Welcome, Harry Potter, to the American White Lotis Order."