A/N: Well, okay since so many of you have mentioned it (please note I've
never got round to reading the interviews) I was probably wrong about
Dumbledore's age, but I really can't be bothered to change it now, so count
it acknowledged and don't bother mentioning it cos nothings gonna change.
I'm sorry this chapter's so short, but I've just gone back to school - you
can guess the rest of it yourself. I'm looking for a beta reader for Harry
Potter fics at the moment, so if you're interested, please check out my
Biography for more details, thanks. Now, enjoy!
Since they'd got the detention they'd been expecting, they were ready to charm their quills to write their lines for them and came fully prepared for a leisurely rest. Harry could see Madam Pince, the librarian, descending on them from a distance, but James handed Harry a package and said quickly and quietly,
"Here, take this. Say my name, and it'll show me - that way we can talk. I used to use it with Sirius all the time, but he just turns it over when I want to talk about Lily. I think he's jealous, myself. You'll at least listen, won't you?" Harry sighed, he wasn't sure this was going to be so fun as James made it sound. Sirius was more likely to have had the right idea, but still, he might learn something.
"All right."
"Potter, over in that corner," Madam Pince interrupted them. "I expect you to be silent, of course, and not try to talk to the other students using the library. Black, over in that corner, Lupin come by me, Pettigrew in that corner and Jamieson over by the door."
Having been so efficiently split up, Harry sat down at the desk, lounging while his quill did the work. It only took a few minutes before he got bored. He picked up the mirror and studied it carefully. It was plain, with a simple wooden frame. There was nothing at all about it to suggest magic, but then, in the wizarding world, appearances were often misleading. Harry recognized it as the mirror Sirius had given him just before his fifth year had begun, and, knowing that, he knew the fundamentals of how it worked even though he'd never used it himself before.
"James?" he said hopefully. "Has this worked, I mean, can you hear me?" The other boy's face appeared in the mirror, grinning at him but looking relieved too.
"At last, I've been hoping for ages that you'd connect, okay, okay, a whole ten minutes then. I just remembered, I've been meaning to ask you, who are your parents? Obviously I don't know them, but are they wizards?"
"Yes," Harry replied cautiously, thinking that that at least ought to be safe.
"Come on Harry, who are they? Are they famous or something?"
"Er," Harry said, trying desperately to think of something to say. "Well, I never really knew them. They died when I was only a baby, so I don't remember them at all." James looked guilty. Harry immediately felt remorse at making his friend feel bad, however necessary he was sure it would be. James was too quick for his own good sometimes.
"I'm sorry mate, I didn't mean to remind you about it, I didn't know, honest. I couldn't know that it would upset you, could I? You never said so."
Harry smiled, he was appreciating the great irony of his father apologizing for being killed in a situation that he could hardly have prevented.
"Don't worry James, it was when I was a baby. So," he said, quickly trying to change the subject. "What do you like about Lily, I mean, you fancy her, don't you?"
"Oh yes, of course, and I like everything about her. Her eyes are so green," he paused, suddenly pensive as if just realizing something. "Kind of like yours actually. Then her hair."
And so he went on, and on, and on until even Harry, normally the best audience James could find since he usually loved hearing about his mother, was getting sick of it. Harry glanced desperately at the tally on his quill and noted with great relief that while James had been talking, he'd reached the one thousand line quota and exceeded it by twenty four. What a waste of time.
"At last," he muttered to himself, then looked back at the and said out loud. "James, I'm done. I'll see you back in the common room later, okay?"
"Cool. Can you see if you can think of what I should do next about Lily?"
"Sure, that's really easy. I thought you were going to ask something hard. You ought to ask her out for Halloween. There'll be lots of stuff you can do other than shopping, so you'll have a great time as well."
"Thanks, I never thought of that. See you." Harry carefully wrapped up the mirror in a jumper and put it carefully into his bag. He left, waving at the others as he went, knowing that they would follow at their own pace when they finished themselves.
A/n: yup, another one. Please REVIEW!!! Also, check out my other HP fanfic, Dumbledore's Army and review it too, cos I'm getting worried about it not being any good.
Since they'd got the detention they'd been expecting, they were ready to charm their quills to write their lines for them and came fully prepared for a leisurely rest. Harry could see Madam Pince, the librarian, descending on them from a distance, but James handed Harry a package and said quickly and quietly,
"Here, take this. Say my name, and it'll show me - that way we can talk. I used to use it with Sirius all the time, but he just turns it over when I want to talk about Lily. I think he's jealous, myself. You'll at least listen, won't you?" Harry sighed, he wasn't sure this was going to be so fun as James made it sound. Sirius was more likely to have had the right idea, but still, he might learn something.
"All right."
"Potter, over in that corner," Madam Pince interrupted them. "I expect you to be silent, of course, and not try to talk to the other students using the library. Black, over in that corner, Lupin come by me, Pettigrew in that corner and Jamieson over by the door."
Having been so efficiently split up, Harry sat down at the desk, lounging while his quill did the work. It only took a few minutes before he got bored. He picked up the mirror and studied it carefully. It was plain, with a simple wooden frame. There was nothing at all about it to suggest magic, but then, in the wizarding world, appearances were often misleading. Harry recognized it as the mirror Sirius had given him just before his fifth year had begun, and, knowing that, he knew the fundamentals of how it worked even though he'd never used it himself before.
"James?" he said hopefully. "Has this worked, I mean, can you hear me?" The other boy's face appeared in the mirror, grinning at him but looking relieved too.
"At last, I've been hoping for ages that you'd connect, okay, okay, a whole ten minutes then. I just remembered, I've been meaning to ask you, who are your parents? Obviously I don't know them, but are they wizards?"
"Yes," Harry replied cautiously, thinking that that at least ought to be safe.
"Come on Harry, who are they? Are they famous or something?"
"Er," Harry said, trying desperately to think of something to say. "Well, I never really knew them. They died when I was only a baby, so I don't remember them at all." James looked guilty. Harry immediately felt remorse at making his friend feel bad, however necessary he was sure it would be. James was too quick for his own good sometimes.
"I'm sorry mate, I didn't mean to remind you about it, I didn't know, honest. I couldn't know that it would upset you, could I? You never said so."
Harry smiled, he was appreciating the great irony of his father apologizing for being killed in a situation that he could hardly have prevented.
"Don't worry James, it was when I was a baby. So," he said, quickly trying to change the subject. "What do you like about Lily, I mean, you fancy her, don't you?"
"Oh yes, of course, and I like everything about her. Her eyes are so green," he paused, suddenly pensive as if just realizing something. "Kind of like yours actually. Then her hair."
And so he went on, and on, and on until even Harry, normally the best audience James could find since he usually loved hearing about his mother, was getting sick of it. Harry glanced desperately at the tally on his quill and noted with great relief that while James had been talking, he'd reached the one thousand line quota and exceeded it by twenty four. What a waste of time.
"At last," he muttered to himself, then looked back at the and said out loud. "James, I'm done. I'll see you back in the common room later, okay?"
"Cool. Can you see if you can think of what I should do next about Lily?"
"Sure, that's really easy. I thought you were going to ask something hard. You ought to ask her out for Halloween. There'll be lots of stuff you can do other than shopping, so you'll have a great time as well."
"Thanks, I never thought of that. See you." Harry carefully wrapped up the mirror in a jumper and put it carefully into his bag. He left, waving at the others as he went, knowing that they would follow at their own pace when they finished themselves.
A/n: yup, another one. Please REVIEW!!! Also, check out my other HP fanfic, Dumbledore's Army and review it too, cos I'm getting worried about it not being any good.