Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the mirrors! The rest belongs to J. K. Rowling.
I know my grammar sucks at some points, but don't blame me.. I'm not from England…
'Hey, Harry! Wake up!' Harry slowly opened his eyes. Ron was standing over his bed, shaking him.
'What time is it?' Harry asked lazily.
'It's 7.30. We have to eat breakfast.' Ron answered while he put his robes over his head.
Harry got to his feet, grabbed after his glasses, put them on, and started dressing. Then he went to the bathroom to brush his hear (though it wouldn't make any difference if he didn't) and teeth. He took toothpaste on his toothbrush, walked over to the large mirror… and screamed. The mirror didn't reflect him. Instead, he saw a girl brushing her hear. She had flaming, red hair and nutty-brown eyes, and was wearing a white nightgown with blue flowers. Harry jumped back, stunned. Then he ran out of the room, his toothbrush still in his hand. He ran towards his dormitory, the picture of the girl, whoever she was, flashing through his mind over and over again. He nearly noticed that he'd run straight into Ron half ways.
'Err… Harry? You alright?' Ron asked, raising one eyebrow.
'What? Err… yeah, of course.' Harry answered, trying to sound as convincing as possible. However, Ron didn't look convinced at all.
'Are you sure? You look as though you ran into Baron Blood on the way. And why are there still toothpaste on the brush?'
'Oh would you look at that?' Harry answered, sounding surprised.
'Come on. We have to get some breakfast before classes start.' Ron laughed as he started to walk down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.
Harry ran to their dorm and put the toothbrush in its place. Then he ran down to the common room, where Ron stood, talking to Hermione.
He stopped a few feet away from them, but close enough to hear every word they said.
'What do you mean, you don't know?'
'I… Ron, please….'
'Hey Harry! Come on, let's go.' Ron noticed Harry, and obviously didn't think it was a good idea to continue the conversation with Hermione.
'What was that about?' Harry asked him. Hermione was still standing on the same spot, looking after them. She looked as though she could burst out in tears every minute.
'She's in love with Draco.'
'WHAT?' Harry screamed, a little too loud. Several students, on their way to the great hall as well, turned their heads after them.
'So I guess that means you're not dating her anymore.'
'No, I obviously don't.'
'But why Draco? That stupid, slimy git. I mean… well, he's changed the last three years, he can actually be quite nice, but… Hermione and Draco? No way…'
'Looks like there is away, though, dosen't it.'
They'd reached the great hall. The ceiling was clear blue this morning. They sat down at the Gryffindor table. After a few minutes Hermione arrived as well. She sat down next to Harry.
'So… you're dating Draco now?' Harry asked her, staring down at his plate.
'Harry, please…' She answered in a begging voice.
'What for, Herm? I thought you loved Ron.'
'I still love Ron, but not the way I used to, though sometimes I wish I still could. I loved him, I really did, but time changes, and I have no power to change it. There's no point in pretending. I still love him, but only the way I love you, Harry- as a friend. . I… Harry, I love Draco..'
At this, Ron dropped his fork on the plate with a rattle, stood up, and grabbed his bag.
'Come on, Harry. I can't listen to this bullshit.' He murmured, and hastily wiped away a tear from his eye.
That was it for Hermione. She stood up as well, and ran out of the Great Hall, tears streaming down her eyes constantly. Draco, who'd obviously seen it all from the Slytherin table, sent Ron an understanding look, and ran out after Hermione.
Harry sat there, stunned. Ron was still standing, holding his bag in his left hand. After a while, he spoke.
'I guess that was it…' he said.
'Ron, come on… we have to go. History of magic starts in 5 minutes.' Harry knew this wasn't the most comforting thing to say, but he'd never been good at those things, and he didn't want to make Ron sadder than he already was.
Harry and Ron went quietly down the corridor towards the History of Magic classroom. (A/N: I can't remember who's teaching HoM. I'm sorry!) Harry didn't know what to say. Besides he assumed Ron didn't want to be talked to right now either. When they'd reached the stairs, Harry saw a mirror he'd never noticed before, a few feet away. He suddenly remembered the girl with flaming-red hair, and, before he could help it, he was standing in front of the mid-large mirror, as though he was driven there by a strong magnet. He looked in the mirror. At first the mirror only reflected him. Then, the image started to whirl around and around. When Harry started to feel a bit dizzy, there were a sudden smoke, and the same girl he'd seen the last time in the bathroom, reflected in the mirror, only this time she wasn't brushing her hair. She didn't wore a nightgown either. She was sitting at a desk, fingering one finger through her long, curly hair. She had her face down, as though she was reading something. Her eyes flashed from side to side. She wore a red top with half-long arms, and blue jeans, though they were almost not visible under the desk. She suddenly looked up. First Harry thought she was staring at him, but then he saw the look on the girl's face. It was a dreaming look, like the one people get when they're staring at a thing without actually seeing it.
'Dumbledore, I need to speak to you. It's urgent!'
'Mr. Potter, shouldn't you be in class? History of Magic, I assume.'
'Yeah, but please, Professor. I really need to speak to you. I was looking in the mirror that stands a few feet away from the marble staircase, and the mirror reflected a girl. She…'
'I think you'd better come with me to my office.' Dumbledore interrupted Harry, with a serious look on his face. Harry followed after Dumbledore, who was walking so fast that Harry had problems keeping up with him. After a few minutes they were standing outside the door leading up the stairs to Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore murmured the password, and the door opened. They walked quickly up the moving stairs, and entered Dumbledore's large office. To be so large, it was really cosy.
'Please sit down.' Dumbledore said to Harry. Harry sat down in the large chair standing in front of an even larger desk.
'Just a minute, Harry. I have to fix something.' He said, and went over to the fireplace, where a big fire was sparkling brightly. It only took two minutes, and when he came back, he settled himself in the chair on the other side of the desk.
'Well… you saw a girl, you said?' he said with a little smile. 'How did she look like?'
'She had long, curly, flaming red hair and brown eyes. The first time I saw her, in the bathroom, she wore a nightgown.'
'Strange… really strange…' Dumbledore muttered to himself. They sat there in silence for a while. Dumbledore looked like he was thinking very hard. Every now and then Harry could hear words like 'No, weird and cousin.' Suddenly there were a popping sound, and the next second a man with black hair that used to be long and greasy, but were now shorter and shiny jumped out of the fire, and walked towards Harry and Dumbledore.
'Sirius!' Harry jumped out of the chair and greeted Sirius Black with a hug. He hadn't seen him in quite a while, 'course he had been on a mission with Remus, Snape and some other people from the Ministry. Harry guessed he still was.
'Hey, Harry! How're you?'
'I'm fine. But what are you doing here?'
'Really, I don't know…' Sirius noticed Dumbledore, that was now standing beside his desk, smiling.
'You called for me Professor?' Sirius asked him.
'Yes. Harry, why don't you tell him about the mirror?' Dumbledore said to Harry. Harry told the story about the girl he saw in the mirror to Sirius.
'Now that's weird.' Sirius said when he'd finish.
'So you have no clue who it might be either?' Dumbledore asked.
'No… I can't imagine. It might be a cousin, but… I mean, I knew Lily and James for, I don't know how long, so if Harry has any relatives except the Dursleys, I shh…'
Sirius didn't fulfil the sentence, 'course at that moment, his wand started to jump, or whatever it did, on the inside of his robes.
'What the…' Sirius took the wand out of his pocket, and before anyone could say anything, there was a blending light and a bang. When the three of them got their sight back, there were two people standing in front of them. They wore midnight blue, long robes. It was a man and a woman. The man had messy, black hair and dark, brown eyes behind a pair of round glasses. The woman had flaming, red hair and light green eyes.
'I don't like to be talked to in present tense.' The man said while the two of them brushed their robes. Harry just stood there, like Sirius and Dumbledore. He couldn't believe what just happened. His parents, James and Lily Potter were standing in front of him. He'd only seen them once before in his fourth year, that was almost 3 years ago, but never as clear as this. They looked like normal people, except that it was as though there were a bright light around them, though Harry couldn't see it. At the sight of Harry, the woman got tear in her eyes. Then a little smile formed her mouth. The man standing next to her, were now smiling more broadly. The woman began to speak.
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