Harry Potter and his whole world belong to JK Rowling. I am borrowing a few characters from her J

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Plans and Actions

Remus was sitting around the table with Mrs Weasley and Tonks. Harry held up the mirrors for Remus to see.

"Perfect," he said. "Those are exactly what we need."

Mrs Weasley pursed her lips, but didn't say anything. Tonks, however, looked at Harry curiously.

"Need? For what?"

Harry opened his mouth to answer, but Remus shook his head at him.

"Oh, just a project that Remus and I are working on," Harry answered instead. Remus stood up, nodded to the two women and followed Harry up to the study.

"Fred and George brought them for me. Ron told them that we needed two mirrors."

Remus didn't look at all surprised. He grinned at Harry and took the mirrors from him. Harry watched as he studied them.

"I can't believe they found two that are so perfect. How close did you look at these?"

"Not at all. They gave them to me and I came running to find you," Harry said honestly. Remus held them out again. Harry took them and gasped in surprise.

One mirror had tiny little dogs all over the plastic moulding. The other had tiny broomsticks. Harry looked up at Remus again.

"Maybe they know more than they're letting on," he said with a grin. Remus nodded and took the mirrors back. He placed them on the table between the armchairs and placed what Harry recognized as an Unbreakable Charm on them.

"Okay, that's done," he said softly. He glanced up at Harry, and then raised his wand once more.

"Transpectus Speculum!"

Blue light shot from the end of Remus's wand and the mirrors glowed white for an instant. The light faded and the mirrors lay there once more.

"There," Remus said. "Shall we test them?"

Harry grabbed one up and looked over at Remus.

"I'll go to Buckbeak's room," Remus said. "You go to the kitchen."

They both exited, Harry going down the stairs while Remus went up. Both Mrs Weasley and Tonks looked up at him as he entered. He smiled at them and sat at the table. Mrs Weasley placed a butterbeer on the table in front of him.

"Cheers, Mrs Weasley," Harry said with a smile.

"Harry Potter. Can you hear me?" The mirror spoke to him. Harry felt the smile spread even wider as he looked down at the mirror. Remus was smiling up at him.

"I can hear you, Remus!" he answered. "Cool! It worked!"

"What's that you've got there?" Tonks asked, moving over to sit beside Harry. "Cool, Talk Mirrors!"

"Is that what they're called?" Harry asked. Remus looked over at Tonks as well.

"Well, I'm not sure," Tonks answered, looking perplexed. "That's what I've always called them."

Remus chuckled. "We called them Detention Boredom Breakers. Not that I ever got detention," he added with a grin.

Harry laughed. "Sure, sure, Mr Prefect. You probably did all the dirty work while Dad and Sirius served the time."

Remus winked at him, his grey eyes twinkling. "Never me, Harry, never me." The mirror went blank.

* * *

"When can we try them?" Harry asked Remus later, after they'd all eaten. Mr Weasley and Bill had both been quite surprised to see Harry sitting at the table when they'd arrived back to headquarters. Both had greeted him by telling him how happy they were to see him. They'd also mentioned how nice it was to walk in and not have to worry about being screamed at by Mrs Black. Harry had laughed at that.

"Not just yet Harry," Remus answered softly, glancing around the room. "We'll have to wait until we can get down to the Ministry in secret. I'm not sure how we're going to do that, as of yet."

Harry sighed. His eyes wandered over to where Ron and Hermione were sitting on the window seat, deep in conversation. As he watched, Ron reached up and smoothed a bit of hair away from Hermione's eyes. Harry raised his eyebrows. He couldn't remember another time when Ron had actually touched Hermione. He'd have to keep an eye on that development.

He looked around the sitting room, feeling the closest to contentment that he'd felt in ages. Mr Weasley and Bill were playing wizards chess on the other side of the room, Mrs Weasley, Ginny, Fred and George were deep in discussion about Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, and he, Harry, was just sitting here with Remus. The only thing that would have made it perfect was if Sirius were sitting with them.

Harry shook his head, shaking out that melancholy thought as soon as it entered his head. If all went well, he'd be talking to Sirius soon enough.

"Soon, Harry," Remus said quietly, as though reading his thoughts.

Mr and Mrs Weasley were the first to leave the room for bed. Bill went not long afterwards, clapping a hand on Harry's shoulder and telling him again that it was good to see him. As soon as he'd gone, Hermione and the remaining Weasleys had crowded around Harry and Remus.

"Are you going to tell us now?" Fred demanded.

"Tell you what?" Remus asked blandly.

George glared at him. "You know what, Professor!" He grinned. "Don't act all innocent."

Hermione snorted. "You two wouldn't know innocent if it bit you on the-"

"Okay, Miss Prefect, enough out of you," Fred said with a grin. Hermione smiled at him and looked back at Harry.

"We know you're planning something, you two, so you might as well just tell us," she said bossily. "You know we'll figure it out anyway."

Remus laughed softly. "I'm sure you will. I'm not at liberty to say. If Harry wishes to share, then by all means, do. You'll get nothing from me." He sat back in his chair, his arms crossed, and his face impassive once more. The others obviously saw that he was speaking the truth and turned as one to Harry. He smiled at them, but shook his head.

"Not just yet, I'll tell you after we know if it will work or not."

Soon after, Hermione and the other Weasley's went up to bed. Harry stayed in the room with Remus who got up and locked the door, placed a quick Imperturbable Charm on it and came back to Harry.

"Okay," he said, waving his wand. A small three dimensional map filled the space between them. It was a map of the Department of Mysteries.

"Do you remember how to get to the room with the veil?"

"Well, no," Harry answered, somewhat dispiritedly. "The first room spun, remember? It could be any door. But they all seemed to be interconnected, because Neville and I got to the room with the veil through the Brain Room, plus there's a door that leads straight to it from the spinning room."

"Right," Remus said, waving his wand once more. "I'm not sure if there's any particular pattern to the way the doors spin or not." Two miniscule people had entered the map and the room had indeed started spinning. Harry remembered all too well how the wall had spun around and around. He'd had the vision of blue flame burned into his eyes from watching the candles spin so fast.

"When we got there, we went straight ahead to the door across, once the room quit spinning," he told Remus now. "It was the Brain Room."

Remus waved his wand again and the two figures marched forward, heading determinedly toward the door they were facing.

The map shifted, and Harry saw that the two figures were, in fact, in the Brain Room. He could see a miniscule glass tank in the centre of the room. Had the room been to scale, the tank would have been roughly the size of the study in Sirius' house.

"So the room spins the same way. And you said that the room with the veil was through this door-" he waved his wand again, and the door he meant glowed red. "Right?"

"Yes," Harry answered. "That's how we got in, after the brains attacked Ron. They chased me because I had the Prophecy." Remus waved his wand and the room beyond the door appeared. Harry pointed as he talked. "They chased me here, and the floor seemed to give out." As he spoke, one of the figures that Remus had in the map were doing as he said. He watched as it went rolling down the stairs as he had done. "I'd hit the stairs at that point, and I hadn't realized it." He started as more figures entered the room, and he realized that they were the Death Eaters that had chased him. He stared down at the map for an instant and then looked up at Remus, who was watching him intently, a look of understanding growing in his eyes.

"I'm not doing anything, Harry. The map is listening to you, and you said others chased you. It provided the others. I don't think the map is going to give us the answers to what's going to happen when we go." He explained this very patiently, his eyes tired. Harry looked back down at the map and watched as a lone figure scrambled through the door to the room, and Harry realized with a shock that it was Neville.

"But I never said anything about Neville!" Harry cried. Remus looked down at the map with a frown. He watched as a large Death Eater grabbed Neville from behind and pinned his arms to his side. Another Death Eater approached, and Harry could imagine Lucius Malfoy's sneer.

"It's Longbottom, isn't it? Well, your grandmother is used to losing family members to our cause…your death will not come as a great shock."

Harry felt anger welling up inside once more. Neville's nose had been broken, he'd sounded as though he'd had a bad cold, barely able to talk. He'd fought so bravely. Harry looked away as a small figure raised her wand and the small figure of Neville started twitching and shaking. Harry remembered Bellatrix Lestrange placing the Cruciatus Curse on Neville.

He heard a sharp intake of breath and looked back towards Remus. His eyes were fixed on the map and his mouth was slightly open. Harry looked back down and saw that five more figures had joined Neville, himself and the ten Death Eaters.

He didn't even wonder who they were. Sirius, Remus, Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt had come bursting through two doors. There to save Harry and his friends.

And it had cost Sirius his life. Harry stood up and walked away from the map. He knew how it ended. He didn't need to watch it again.