AN: I apologize for taking so long, but I'm currently in a show. We just opened, so the last few weeks have been crazy. In that time, I wasn't able to use my polyjuice potion to become J.K. Rowling, so I still don't own Harry Potter, the characters, and the first five books. I do own this story. J Thanks for all the reviews! Please keep them coming!

            "Harry?" asked Remus Lupin.

            "Hey," replied Harry. The lights were now on in the room. Buckbeak was lying down in the corner.

            "How are you?" Remus practically whispered, as if not trusting his voice. "I guess you got my message."

            "Yeah, yeah, I did. I … er …. see you're starting to clean already…"

            "Not really. I just got the boxes out."

            There was an uncomfortable silence for a minute.

            "Uh…Professor Lupin?"

            "Please, call me Remus. Yes, Harry?"

            "Remus, how do pensives work?"

            "I should have known you'd ask that. Personally, I've never had a pensive. Sirius…" he cleared his throat, getting choked up, "starting one when he arrived here. I guess by releasing some darker memories he was able to deal with the current hardships. I had spoken to him about this particular pensive, though. See, this one's different. If you notice, the liquid is a darker, almost blackish color, rather than the usual silver. Sirius put a spell on it, if it should fall into the wrong hands. If anything important about the Order had been recorded here, he wanted to make sure nothing would be revealed. The pensive has a password to show true memories; otherwise it mixes fact and fiction. What you saw was true, but you might not be so lucky next time…"

            "And do you know the password?"

            "Of course not. Sirius was my best friend, but what happened if I had been captured, given truth serum, and revealed the password? An odd thought, I admit, but Sirius learned not to fully trust people at an early age, thanks to his family. And ever since Peter, he doesn't even full trust his best friends, except maybe you, Harry."

            "So no one knows the password…" replied Harry, disappointed.

            "Yeah…listen…do you know anything about the mirror Sirius was talking about?"

            "Um…I might have an idea. Are we cleaning now, or…?"

            "Well, I thought I heard noises up here, so I just wanted to check there wasn't a bogart hiding out or anything. We have a meeting of the Order in a few minutes. In fact…" Lupin looked at his watch, "I better get going! If you want, look around or come downstairs. We'll be about 15 minutes."

            Harry nodded as Lupin turned to leave.

            "Oh, Harry! I just wanted to tell you…um….I realize I'm not your father or…uh….Sirius…but if you ever need to talk to someone, I'm here, ok?"

            Harry nodded. His face broke into a smile for the first time in about a week.

            "Thanks Remus!"

            Remus returned the smile. "See you later."

            Harry spent the next hour in his godfather's room. In a way, this was like therapy. He cried, but he found that he was finally coming to terms with the loss. Realization had long since hit him, and now was the recovery period.

           He found some old notebooks and photo albums of when the Marauders were younger and attending Hogwarts. He, however, still hadn't found Sirius' mirror.

            Harry opened his bag and took out the broken mirror.

            "Reparo!" he said, touching the mirror with his wand.

            The mirror pieces magically flew into the air and into the frame. The pieces turned and seemed to melt into place. Not one part of the mirror seemed broken.

            *OK,* Harry thought to himself. *I looked through most of the room and still no mirror!*

            He decided to find it the easy way.

            "Accio mirror!"

            Three mirrors flew at Harry. One was the mirror hanging across the room near Buckbeak, one was a handheld wooden mirror, and one was the full length mirror from by the bed. Harry was knocked down. However, still no ….

            "Accio MAGIC mirror!"

            All of a sudden, the pillow on Sirius' bed shook…

            *What?*

            Harry rushed over and lifted the pillow. A mirror flew into his hands. He gasped.

            *Sirius's mirror!*

            He turned the mirror around. Scribbled on the back was:

            During school (and beyond), I turned into this at the rise of the full moon

            Harry ran to the pensive and yelled, "Grim!"

            All of a sudden, the murky liquid turned to a silvery, clear color. The thoughts and events in the life of his godfather were now his . . .