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Chapter Five: Mirror Mirror On The Wall

    Harry woke up surrounded in soft midnight black sheets, in a divinely warm bed, feeling contented for the first time in an age.  He couldn't remember if he dreamed or not, that produced an odd queasy feeling, was Sirius gone, had his dreams finally abandoned him too?

    He opened his eyes slowly, letting them focus as best they could.  Once he had discerned the out line of a bedside cabinet he reached over and sure enough found his glasses.  Pulling them on he looked around.  His bed was a lavish affair, with black velvet drapes and ornately carved cherry wood.  The room its self was dusted in shadows, there was a bookcase, a vanity and a chest all in the same carved wood, a rich red carpet and a writing desk and wardrobe accompanied these.  The windows had heavy red material blocking all light.  The pitch was staved off only due to an oil lamp on the desk. 

    Harry threw back the sheets, and looked startled, he didn't remember changing, however, he was no longer wearing his own clothes but some dark green cotton sleep slacks and a matching top. 

    Padding around the surprisingly warm room he found robe hung on the front of the wardrobe.  Deciding it must be for him, considering the actual wardrobe was empty, he struggled into the gothic outfit, not unlike the one he had seen Ethan in.

    Harry estimated that he had been awake for an hour or so, however he couldn't tell what time it was because there were no clocks in the room and the curtains wouldn't open to see out side.  He had tried the door, only to have a mirror on the far wall tut at him telling him he was far safer inside the room for the time being. 

    Harry had considered this for a while before agreeing.  Not that he was in the habit of taking advice from bedroom furnishings, it just seemed like a smart idea, he couldn't find his wand and it seemed safer to stay somewhere you were relatively familiar with than gallivanting round god knows where.

    "I'm turning into a Slytherin!"  Harry muttered to himself in a fit of annoyance, there would have been a time in his life where he would have shot out of the bed still in the night clothes he woke up in and gone racings round, well, where ever the hell he was but now he was sitting bideing his time, doing next to nothing.

    "There could be a lot worse fates."  The mirror replied, startling Harry.

    "I can't think of many."  Harry murmured back.  "So, can you tell me where I am?"   Harry could have sworn he heard, actually heard the mirror smile.

    "Now that's a Ravenclaw approach."

    "Excuse me?"

    "Well then, it's been a long time since I hung on a Hogwarts wall, but I can't imagine Hogwarts with out Ravenclaw house."

    "Yes, Ravenclaw is still there, but what do you mean, 'a Ravenclaw approach'?"

    "Well, if you were a Gryffindor you would have left the room already searching for a way out, if you were a Slytherin you would be analysing the room, weighing up everything you know about the people who brought you here and the situations surrounding it and such like, If you were a Ravenclaw, you would have asked me, or looked for a painting to get information from, a Slytherin wouldn't have done that for fear of being double crossed and Gryffindor would have thought I was automatically against them.  A Hufflepuff would have started yelling for someone, gone looking for a person, someone they could deal with face to face.  I would have said you were Slytherin, if not for your earlier comment, so I suppose you're Ravenclaw?"

    "Gryffindor actually."  Harry shifted nervously, he had never met a mirror that actually knew things, they usually just went on about his hair and clothes and were as a group, shallower than a puddle.   

    "Really? I used to now some Gryffindors not so long ago, your not behaving very Gryffindor."  Harry just shrugged.

    "I'm pretty flexible." 

    "So you were asking something?"  The mirror prompted, sensing Harrys un-willingness to talk.  

    "Oh um what? Oh, yes, can you tell me where I am?" 

    "You're here of course."

    "That's not much help."

    "But it's not a lie either."

    "You're very odd do you know that?"

    The mirror just chuckled, it seemed friendly enough to Harry, but all the same, if it couldn't answer his questions, there was very little point in talking to it.  He decided to try one more time.

    "In relation to Hogwarts, where am I?"

    "Quite close actually."  Now he was getting somewhere.

    "How can I get there from this room?"

    "I told you already, it wouldn't be safe for a mortal to go out of this room just yet."

    "But why not?" he was fast losing his patience.

    "I can't tell you."

    "Fine."  Harry turned his back to the mirror and unceremoniously threw himself on the bed.  "This is just brilliant; the great Harry Potter won't even open an un-locked door on the advice of a mirror.  Snape would have a field day."

    "Say that again?"  The mirror sounder curious and just a touch excited.

    "I said, 'Snape would have a field day.' Now leave me alone."

    "Not that bit, the bit before it."  Harry sighed.

    "'This is just brilliant; the great Harry Potter won't even open an un-locked door on the advice of a mirror.'"  Harry kept his voice monotone.

    "You're Harry Potter?"

    "Yes, the great fucking-boy-who-fucking-lived-no-doubt-soon-to-be-dead."

    "As in son of James Potter, friend of Lord Sirius Black?" The mirror ignored Harry in favour of its own line of questioning

    "Yes.  Wait, Sirius never told me he was a lord,"  Harry again latched onto his own favourite topic, he was still a bit shaken up from not dreaming about Sirius and had spent much of the past hour brooding over the subject.

    "Well he isn't officially but… maybe you should have a chat to Ethan, he can tell you about it, you'll find him around somewhere."

    "But I thought you said it was dangerous for me to go out side."

    "Well yes, but that was before I knew you were James Potters son, don't worry, no harm will come to you here, your free to wander the halls and do as you please.  I would recommend seeing Ethan first though."

    "Right…Ok then, see you later."  Harry nervously edged to the door, he was well aware of how much of a bad idea this seemed to be, but then again, if Ethan really knew Sirius, there was a lot to gain in taking the risk.

    He turned the door handle and watched as the old door slid open flawlessly into a very Gothic Victorian styled hall way. 

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