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Chapter Two: The Two-Way mirror

Harry was woken up by something pecking him at the shins. He stirred and found Hedwig. He quickly remembered why he had fainted and searched for the mirror. It was lying on the carpet. He quickly picked it up but alas his godfather's face had disappeared from the mirror. He shouted Sirius's name three or four times before finally collapsing on his bed. ''Maybe you were hallucinating" said a sly voice in his head. "Maybe I was" thought Harry.

But Harry was not going to give up that easily. He thought that there might be some trick in using the mirror which Sirius hadn't mentioned. Harry tried throwing the mirror on the ground which made it shatter but it magically repaired itself again. He then tried yelling Sirius's' name at the back of the mirror which only made his throat sore. He then heard a knock on the door he put the mirror on the trunk and opened the door and saw an enraged Uncle Vernon trying to hide his temper by faking a grin and failing miserably.

Since his arrival from Hogwarts the Dursleys had been distant from Harry. Dudley was scared of Harry because of the dementor incident and refused to come within fifty feet of him. Harry didn't find this annoying. On the other hand he had found this approach somewhat of an improvement. The Dursleys were no longer yelling at him to do things around the house and they had been feeding him properly. The Dursleys most probably had taken the order's threat seriously.

"Why are you yelling?'' asked Uncle Vernon in a falsely nice manner. "For nothing" Harry lied. Uncle Vernon glanced out of the window to make sure that no one was looking. ''Just to warn you boy, you are not to leave your room again," "Why?" asked Harry "because your Aunt Marge is coming to visit and I do not want you to meet her, understand?" said Uncle Vernon in a half bad, half good mood. "Yes" replied Harry rather stubbornly and closed the door. The last time he had seen his Aunt Marge was three years ago when he had swelled her and ran away from Privet Drive. The obliviators from the ministry had come and modified her memory. Harry didn't know what they had made her think where he had gone. He turned back and saw the two owls which he had seen earlier still there, he took the letter from the eagle owl.

Dear Mr. Potter

This is an official apology from the minister of magic.

We apologize for the inconvenience that Dolores Jane Umbridge has caused you and anyone else at Hogwarts, the Ministry decrees and bans ranging from educational decree number twenty-one to educational decree number twenty-eight on you or anyone else shall be lifted immediately; your firebolt shall be returned to you when you arrive at Hogwarts.

Cornelius Oswald Fudge

Minister of Magic

Harry threw the letter aside and took the one from pigwidgeon.

Happy birthday Harry,

Things are much quieter here than before since Sirius's mothers painting has a silencing charm on her. But then she goes in another painting and starts yelling, but it's ok. At least it's far away from my room. We asked Dumbledore if you could come here, he said that he would think about it. Hope the muggles are treating you alright, mate. Did you get your o.w.l results yet? I'll tell you mine later. I got you something for your birthday by the way. Well actually, it's from Fred and George but I also got you something.

Cheers,

Ron.

Harry opened the package and saw ton-tongue toffees, headless hats and a couple of extendable ears. He also opened Ron's present which was a foe glass.

Harry wasn't sure Dumbledore would allow him to come to Grimmauld place and he wasn't sure he wanted to come either. That place would always remind him of Sirius.

Since the ministry of magic had acknowledged the return of Voldemort they had been somewhat slaves of the Order of the Phoenix. They didn't of course know about the Order. But they were doing everything Dumbledore told them to do. They had sent messengers to the giants but they were all gone. Harry read this in the Daily Prophet who had finally started printing the truth.

Harry took the letter from the small white owl. "Just another stupid letter" he thought throwing it in his dustbin. The people who had sent hate letters to him during the time Harry's interview had been published in The Quibbler were now sending their apologies to Harry for telling him off. He had been very ignorant of these letters. He just chucked them in the dustbin after glancing at them. He had also been very silent since his return from Hogwarts. He spoke only when he was spoken to.

Harry took the letter from Hedwig.

Dear Harry,

How are you Harry? I hope you're not angry at us for not telling you anything, I've got a good excuse. I'm here at Egypt. These Egyptian tombs are really fascinating. You ought to come here some time. Mom and dad didn't want me to come here because they thought it was dangerous. You know they watch all type of mummy movies. Anyway, I bought you something for your birthday.

With love,

Hermione

Harry opened the package and found a very large book. It was entitled "1000 curses and their counter curses". He looked at Hedwig who was very tired from her long journey. It was a very heavy book. Harry wondered how she could have carried from such a long distance. He glanced at the package and saw a note. "Don't worry Harry; I bought a strengthening solution for Hedwig. It should wear off after a few hours. But don't worry; Hedwig will probably get to you by the time it wears off".

Harry opened the book excitedly. It was a very detailed book of curses and a few lost ones. There were pictures of the curses being performed. Harry began memorizing the curses and was almost at "electriya" (a curse which gives the receiver the sensation that he is being electrified. The curse had been invented by a muggle born) when it happened. He heard his name being called coming from his trunk. Harry got his wand and approached his trunk carefully. When he got there he saw the mirror in which he had supposedly seen his godfather's face. When he got there he once again expecting to see once again his godfather's face but when he saw a skinny man with untidy black hair just like his. The air seemed to have vanished in Harry's lungs.

"Dad?" asked Harry uncertainly. "Yes, Harry," came the reply. "Dad, is it really you?" croaked Harry "sit down, Harry" came the calm reply. Harry obeyed. He heard a woman whisper "He looks just like you, James". "Yes, except for your eyes and temper" replied James. "Mum is that you?" Harry asked surprised. "Yes Harry, it is her" said James with an air of impatience. "How did this happen?" Harry asked questioningly. "It appears that the mirror that you and Sirius have is more powerful than I thought" replied James with a sound of amusement in his voice. "I never dreamed it could communicate with the dead". "Dad can I speak with anybody who is dead" Harry asked curiously. "Yes," James said bitterly "but I am sure you would not want to speak with some very great people like your Professor Quirrel whom I had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting," Harry laughed. "What did you say to him?" asked Harry. "Well I would like to say a lot of nice things to the person who tried to tried to help Voldemort kill my son" said James sarcastically, Harry laughed louder. "Oh give me that," said Lily's irritated voice "hello Harry," said his mother. "Mom, oh mom I've got so much to tell you…"Lily interrupted him. "No need Harry, Sirius has already told us everything," "Sirius?" Harry asked. "Is he there?" "Of course he's here, how else would be able to talk to you," said Lily. "But when I was at Hogwarts, I said his name to the mirror, nothing happened," Harry implied curiously. "I believe I have the answer to that," and the face of Sirius Black appeared in the mirror "sorry I startled you back then, Harry" Sirius said with a grin "the reason that the mirror did not operate then was because you did not say my full name which I forgot to mention in the note as I was in a hurry," "but I did say you're full name. I said Sirius… "you did not say my middle name which was a code name, in case someone found out what we were doing," interrupted Sirius "then what is it" asked Harry inquiringly "Its padfoot," replied Sirius "Sirius "padfoot" black".

"Harry we have a lot to tell you," said James "first let me tell you that…" "I already know about the prophecy," Harry interrupted "we know that you do, Harry, Sirius told us that Dumbledore planned to tell you that night" "then what..? Harry asked confused "Harry," he said slowly

"you're a metamorphmagus". 

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My thanks to Dumbledore style who is currently the only reader of my story and the only reviewer. I'm seriously thinking of deleting this story due to lack of reviews. Well I only got one review. ONE FREAKING REVIEW (no offence Dumbledore style) I KEPT CHECKING MY MAIL FOR ANY NEW REVIEWS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. Anyway if I do not get any reviews for this chapter I WILL DELETE THE STORY. Good day to u all