Story Title: Stare Into My Mirror, Part #2
Rating (up to PG-13 only): PG-13
Any warnings to readers (e.g. slash, other ships)? OotP Spoiler, occasional hinting at R/L
Word count for this installment: 240
Running Total # of words for entire story (5,000 or less): 631
This peice is a response to the Brand Spankin' New Challenge (http:talk. portkey. org/ index. php? showtopic 11708) at Portkey! (A/N: To use the URL, just get rid of the spaces!)
Harry jerked awake. His first reaction was to glance at the clock by his bed, which read 4:15am. He then looked around wildly to see what had woken him so abruptly. His green eyes, which were so reminiscent of his mother, fell on a very familiar old man. Professor Dumbledore stood underneath the doorframe of his room. The old man opened his mouth and began to speak.
"I'm sorry to have awakened you like this, Harry, but we don't have much time." He pulled a soda can out of this pocket and tapped it with his wand, muttering "portus" under his breath. The soda can glowed blue. Dumbledore looked up, once again, at Harry. "You have 15 minutes to pack your things."
Harry leaped out of bed and feverishly grabbed his things, shoving them haphazardly into his trunk. Within 5 minutes, he was done.
"Professor? Um, Hedwig, my owl- she's off delivering a letter."
"To whom?"
"Ron Weasley."
"I'll make sure to tell the Weasleys to send Hedwig to where we're going."
"Um, professor? Where are we going?"
"Headquarters, of course. I believe Miss Granger wrote to tell you she that she is already there?"
Harry nodded in response.
"Bring your things, we have 18 seconds." Harry and Professor Dumbledore clutched the soda can, looking very foolish indeed.
Dumbledore counted down, "3... 2... 1..." Harry felt the familiar, yet unpleasant, jerk from behind his navel, and before anyone could say 'quidditch,' Harry was standing in the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place.