Harry was escorted back to Privet Drive by Professor Snape.
"Thanks," said Harry with a grin. "I'll see you soon for our occlumency lessons?"
"Yes," Snape gritted his teeth. It was very hard trying to be nice to the boy that he had loathed since the day he met him. Harry was
oblivious to Snape's discomfort. He was just glad to be home, well, away from the Hospital Wing at least.
Harry entered his house and went straight upstairs to his room, whilst Snape talked to the Dursley's. It was almost time to go back to school.
Harry couldn't wait. He hadn't see Ron and Hermione all summer. He never did. He wasn't allowed away from Privet Drive for too long. This time though, he had Snape for company for the rest of the summer. It wasn't as bad as it could have been.
Harry started tidying up. He didn't know when Snape was coming again for their Occlumency lessons, but he didn't want his favourite teacher thinking he lived in a pigsty. He discovered that all of his stuff wouldn't fit in his trunk if he just threw them in so he had to tip his trunk upside down and start again. There was a lone piece of paper tucked underneath the side of the trunk, along with a lot of broken glass at the bottom. Harry didn't remember putting it there. He pulled the paper out and read it.
This is a two way mirror. I've got the other. If you need to speak to me, just say my name into it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be
able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions.
Harry frowned. He knew that the James was probably his father but the other... He didn't remember getting this mirror from anybody. The only people who were close to his dad were Remus and Peter, but Peter was dead and Remus hadn't talked to him much about his parents when he was at Hogwarts. He certainly didn't know Remus enough to receive a present from him. Who had given it to him? Harry tried to remember. He couldn't.
Harry decided that he would write to Ron and ask him.
Ron would know who it was from.
Nina