Harry walked past the wall three times, and suddenly a door appeared.

He slipped in, but unconsciously left it open. He walked into the center of the room and there it stood, just like he remembered it.

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He looked into the mirror, but didn't see anything, instead he saw what was behind him. The door, and a dog peeking through.

"Sirius,"

The dog padded up to him and sat down beside him, leaning against him and whimpered.

"I know Sirius," he murmured down to the dog, reaching out and rubbing his head affectionately. He looked into the mirror, expecting to see himself and the dog Sirius staring back. But he saw the human Sirius, the laughing one in the picture in his album.

"Sirius," he whispered.

"Hello," he mirror imagine said back.

"You can talk!" Harry looked down at the dog, it stared back at him and nodded toward the mirror.

"Yes Harry, I can. You're using this mirror like the one I gave you before I went into the curtain." Harry nodded.

"What happened Sirius?"

"I'm actually not quiet sure. I remember it being quiet dark and I could feel anything. I tried to moved my arms or touch my face, but I had no arms, and I had no face. I was just… being, I suppose." Harry stared at him in awe. "You've been depressed lately Harry. Why?"

Harry looked down, "I though you of all people would know why…"

"I do, Harry. I know you're sad because I can't change back… but why does that sadden you?"

"Because I want my godfather back! Not the dog form of you!"

"Harry, listen to me. I'm just still happy I'm alive. I was just floating behind the curtain, my conscious was. My body went somewhere else. If we could just get my body back…" he trailed off. "But I don't know where it went."

"Maybe It's still just beyond the curtain…"

"If it is, how do we get it? We can't go through without being stuck in there for eternity!"

The dog paced around, and in the mirror the human Sirius did too. The human Sirius walked out of the frame and back in, out and in, out and in. And each time he went out Harry saw a cloudy mist taking form, but it disappeared when Sirius walked back into the frame.

"Hang on a second Sirius! Step back out of the frame." The dog/human mirror image stepped out of the mirror.

Harry watched intently as the mist started to take a defined form. Harry held his breath.

He pulled back in disgust. The mirror image showed the body of a dead Sirius.

***

Now Harry paced back and forth. Why would the mirror show the dead body of Sirius. Harry noted that it had not decayed. Why… He needed the body of Sirius to change him back? Yes…

Harry looked back at the mirror, the dog Sirius was sitting in front of it, staring into it, looking forlorn.

"What is it Sirius?"

Of course he couldn't talk to the dog Sirius though, Harry stepped back into the frame.

"James…" the human Sirius whispered, "And Lily, and Remus…" his voice cracked. "They're dressed up like they're getting married. I'm there too," he stared at Harry with an intense gaze, "That was the happiest day of my life." he stopped and looked up, "and then they were just gone… It's all my fault," Sirius didn't cry, but he looked so lost and so hopeless it made Harry want to.

"It's not you're fault Sirius!" he said forcefully, "It's not. You were only trying to do what was best. How could you have known that Pettigrew had gone to the Dark Side?"

"But I did!" cried Sirius, "I had clues!" the dog Sirius howled, "It all pointed to Peter! But I didn't believe it!"

The human Sirius flopped down onto the ground in the mirror. "I could have saved them… I could have…"

"Sirius! You can't blame you're self! You were loyal to you're friends, and you didn't believe it. You were being a good friend! It was Peter who wasn't! Peter who had done wrong! He's the one that deserved to die!"

"I trusted that BASTARD!" Sirius slammed the ground in the mirror. "I could have killed him… I could have…" But Sirius was calming down.

"It wasn't you fault." Harry whispered, "It was Peter's,"

***

Harry was staring at the dead body of Sirius in the mirror. He tried to figure out where the body was, but it's place was undistinguishable. He stared at it for a long time.

Another person walked into the frame. And another, and another.

Harry stood up with interest. They were deatheaters.

"Sirius, there are other people in the frame," he whispered.

He watched carefully as the three gathered around him and pulled of their mask's.

"Father, what are we doing with this lugs body?" It was Draco Malfoy and his father and…

"Did you teach you're boy to be out of line Lucius?" hissed Voldemort in a snake like voice.

"No, I did not," he said coolly, glaring at Draco, he looked murderous.

"To answer you're question my boy, we have here Sirius Black's body." Voldemort hissed. Draco surveyed it with interest. "Also know as Harry Potter's godfather,"

"So he wasn't a deatheater?" walked around the body.

"No, he was never a deatheater, Pettigrew framed him," All three of them had a smug look on their face. "I'm sure you can get the details from you're father later, Draco" he smiled a wicked smile, and Draco smirk/smiled back.

"Come one!" Harry pleaded silently out loud to the mirror. "Where are you?"

"What are we going to do with it," asked Lucius in a serious tone.

"It might come in handy," hissed Voldemort, "From the body I might be able to concoct a potion to make a live replica. And how would Harry Potter feel if he though his poor godfather had turned into a deatheater after we rescued him from the Curtain of Eternity?"

"What if he knows? You can't pull someone back out of it curtain" Draco inquired, curiously.

"He won't, he doesn't know!" he gave a short laugh, "That will make him think I'm much stronger than I am. Even back in my human form, I don't have all my strength back yet. But I will soon…" and Voldemort seemed to stare right at him through the mirror. "I WILL SOON!" he screamed toward Harry. Was it possible he knew he was eavesdropping? Harry ran out of the frame.

The dog barked and went into the frame. Knowing that Voldemort and the Malfoy's wouldn't be in the frame if Sirius was there, he stepped back in.

"What did you see?"

"You're body, in a room. Voldemort and Draco and Lucius Malfoy walked into the room. They were discussing you're body. They're planning to make a replica of you to bring back alive, and frame you again. That will scare the Ministry. And they thought you were dead, but you're not. But I think Voldemort knows now, he looked straight at me from in the mirror and I ran off."

Human Sirius had a thinking look. "Interesting," he murmured, " They don't know I'm alive… Are you sure Harry? Are you sure they're not playing a trick on you again?"

Harry was quiet.

"No, I'm not…"

***

"Where was the body?"

"A large room,"

"Describe it to me,"

" Well, you're body was there, and there was a big fireplace. There was furniture up against the walls, you're body, the Voldemort, the Malfoy's and a big snake. I think I remember it from somewhere." Harry racked him memory for such a place.

"Yes! I remember. It was 4th year… over the summer, I wrote to you about my scar hurting, remember? And the dream that came before that… it was in the same room. And I was this other guy…Frank Bryce… and they killed him, Voldemort killed him."

"Do you remember where this room was?" Sirius held his breath. Harry racked his brain trying to remember…

"Little… something… Little something. I can't remember!" Harry explained exasperated.

))FLASH BACK((

((parts taken directly from the book, chapter 1, GoF. DON'T SUE ME!))

The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it "the Riddle House,"

Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest of building for miles around…

The Little Hangletons agreed that the old house was "creepy."

Fifty years before, at daybreak on a fine summer's morning, when the Riddle House had still been well kept and impressive, a maid had entered the drawing room to find all three Riddles dead…

Frank Bryce was the Riddles' gardener.

By the following morning, hardly anyone in Little Hangleton doubted that Frank Bryce had killed the Riddles.

A team of doctors had examined the bodies and concluded that non of the Riddles had been poisoned, stabbed, shot, strangled, suffocated, or harmed at all.

…each of the Riddles had the look of terror upon his or her face- but as the frustrated police said, who ever heard of three people being frightened to death?

"It could be done with out Harry Potter, My Lord,"

…Quidditch World Cup…

…flash of green light, a rushing sound, and Frank Bryce crumpled…dead before he hit the floor…

Harry started.

"Little Hangleton, The Riddle House,"