A/N: Okay hey it's my second story! Still haven't finished the first because I have no ideas and I only have 4 reviews! Right...on to this story. Here are the clarifications necessary for this chapter:

-After Harry broke the two-way mirror, he repaired it hoping it would still work just in case.

-The setting is during their 6th year.

-Ron has gotten incredibly awesome over the summer and now never lets a single shot in.

-Ron is going out with Fleur.

Okay, here's the beginning. Hope you enjoy!

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Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize and everything you don't. (I got this disclaimer from someone else's story. I like it because it's short and it gets right to the point!)

Flights and Quills

"She asked me to go with her to France" Ron said dully. "She talks about places like the Effel Tower or something."

"No Ron. It's the Eiffel Tower. Ah, yes. I love that monument. Being one of the Seven Wonders of the World located in the heart of Paris, it is most well known for..." Hermione raved on.

"How would you know?" Ron asked, wondering if this information was found in Beauxbatons, a History.

"Don't you ever pay attention? It's in France, the place I went to this summer. It's a beau--- "

"You went to France?!" Ron asked bewildered. "I thought you had a dentist show to go to in the United States!!"

"Well, yes" said Hermione, turning slightly pink. "But the flight had to land in France due to bad weather conditions. So we cancelled the tr--"

"FLIGHT!" Ron screamed, cutting her off again. "Flight?" he repeated more civilly.

"Yes, flight. You know that thing, when you go on a plane? Oh hello Harry."

Harry grunted in response. He was looking into an old mirror, which Hermione and Ron hadn't seen prior to their sixth year at Hogwarts. He wouldn't reveal what it was, and, one time when Ron thought he saw something etched onto the back of it, Harry made a subterfuge and distracted Ron by telling him that the Fat Lady had disappeared from the portrait. (She was, however, in the next portrait over.)

"So, what's going on?" Harry asked, finally looking up from the mirror and stuffing it into his robes.

"Fleur asked Ron to France!" Hermione said gleefully.

"DON'T TRY TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT, HERMIONE!" Ron yelled, still raging. "Why were you on a flight?"

"To travel." Hermione said coolly, ignoring Ron's anger.

"Yeah, well...well..." Ron was at a loss for words.

"Yes? Go ahead Ronny." Hermione said in a voice pretending to act sweetly that she sounded like Umbridge.

Ron gave her a disgusting look, however, did not comment.

"Why didn't you take a car?" he managed to choke out.

"Because we had to cross the Atlantic to get to America."

"So?"

"Cars don't float in water. For heavens sake, Ron, haven't you ever heard about the theory of buoyancy?"

"Enough of those theories and all the other crap! I want to know why you didn't just bewitch a car and fly there."

"There are complications Ron!" Hermione said, her temper now rising at Ron's stupidity.

"Such as?"

"One: Not enough fuel to last the whole way there.
Two: My parents don't like objects that aren't...normal.
Three: They wouldn't want the car to get seen by muggles, either.
Four: They wouldn't drive it and I can't because I'm underage."

At this remark, Ron looked up at Harry and smiled. Harry, smiling back, remembered when Ron and he had stolen Mr. Weasley's enchanted car right before the start of the second year.

"And five." Hermione continued. "Someone would have been expecting us to be departing the plane at the airport once it would arrive."

Ron gave up on the argument, knowing that no matter what he said, Hermione would of course come up with some better comeback.

There was a long silence, which Harry decided to break. "So, are you going to Ron?"

"Going to what?" Ron asked.

"Well, go to France of course. But you probably forgot because of all the bickering you guys have been doing." He said darkly.

"Harry, please don't start! You were improving, you really were! You had your temper controlled and everything. Maybe Umbridge got a point across to you!" as soon as she said this, Hermione realized that she shouldn't have.

Both Ron and Harry started shouting at her.

"Got a point across? You're such a git! I can't believe you would even think Umbridge could do any teaching!"

"So you're siding with Umbridge now, are you?"

"Okay, stop! I'm sorry; I really didn't mean that. It just, came out! What I meant to say was that you really have been keeping your temper under control lately and that you shouldn't rev it back up again. So, how was your summer, Harry?" Hermione said, trying to change the subject.

"Um...fine" said Harry, no longer seething and turning his attention away from the other two.

"Well, at least I am happy that you all got into McGonagal's transfiguration class with me! I'm glad to see that the planner finally got its message across to you." Hermione said, trying to keep Harry in the conversation.

Harry's expression brightened up. He was very please with his grades on his OWL's and now thought there was a slight chance that he could become an auror. He was also very excited that his first quidditch match was coming up (he was now back on the team) and that McGonagal's homework assignment was all about quidditch because she wanted to show her support for the team.

"That reminds me" said Ron. "I am actually all caught up on my homework!"

Hermione opened up her mouth in shock.

"You're finished? With your homework? For the WHOLE week? How?"

"I found it pretty easy." Ron smirked. "The transfiguration in particular. Besides, I wanted to get the homework for the week done so that I could be at quidditch practice more often."

"I had trouble with the transfiguration!" Hermione said pouting. "I am stuck on two questions! I never thought I would say this, but I need your help."

Ron and Harry laughed. Hermione was asking Ron for help? What was this world coming to?!

"Sure, it'll be a nice change that for once I'll be the one helping you!"

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...And there he was falling down. Any minute now, he'd come out on the other side of the veil. But he didn't. Maybe he was playing a game, Harry thought. "SIRIUS!" Harry waited expectantly for Sirius to pop out his head and say, "Got you!" But he didn't. Remus explained to Harry that he wouldn't. "NOO!!!" Harry screamed.

Harry awoke with a start. He was having the dream...again. It replayed over and over again in Harry's mind, every night. Replaying the scene of Sirius's death. Haunting Harry forever.

Harry slipped out of bed and got the two-way mirror Sirius had given him in case of a problem in lessons with Snape. Had Harry opened the package in the first place, Sirius probably wouldn't have died. It was all his fault.

A/N: So...do you like? I know, it's not that great. I dunno why I added the whole dream thing. I'll have to build on that. D Anyway I will only write the next chapter with reviews! Keep 'em coming! I am open to any suggestions you have. Also, please read my other story! Give ideas for that because I NEED them!