Author's note: Here's your Christmas present from me! Enjoy!
The note had appeared on the table nearly ten minutes ago. Yet no one had worked up the courage to open it. Lily was crying into James' shoulder. James was trying to comfort her. Remus looked like he was in complete shock. Sirius had ran out of the room the moment it had appeared. No one else was at Grimmauld Place.
Finally, Remus snapped out of it, and opened the note. It was simple.
Harry's with me. Voldemort is gone forever.
Death
Remus laid the note back on the table and went to his room. James and Lily soon followed.
Break
"How could you leave me?" shouted Sirius to no one.
He reached into one of the drawers of a dresser, and pulled out a mirror. "Harry Potter," he shouted already knowing it wouldn't work. He knew Harry's mirror was back at Hogwarts in the bottom of his trunk broken. He stared at his own reflection. "Harry Potter," he tried again. He fell back on his bed and lay there for what seemed like forever. Tears slowly rolled out of his eyes. He tried one last time. "Harry Potter!" Nothing. He felt anger building inside him. He threw the mirror against the wall. The mirror crashed against the wall and then the floor.
Sirius lay on his bed, not wanting to move, not wanting to talk, not wanting to go on. He was startled out of his mood by a female voice.
"Sirius?" she asked. It sounded like she had been crying.
Sirius looked around but say no one.
"Sirius?" she asked again, "Are you there?"
Then he noticed the fragments of glass on the floor now showed the broken reflection of a lady. One he recognized well.
Break
Voldemort's appearance on her island came as a complete shock to her. Now she was alone in her demolished house. There were three men lying on the floor. All of them appeared to be dead. She went over to the dark haired boy and knelt beside him. "Harry, you've got to get up," she cried, "You have to be alright."
She sat there crying for several minutes. Then she heard a voice of a man. "Harry Potter," he said desperately. She looked around the room. There was no one in any condition to be speaking. She heard it again. This time it heard like it came from next to her knee. She looked down, and found a mirror. On the mirror was a note.
Use well,
Death
She removed the note. However, the mirror showed another room she caught a quick glance of the man who was shouting for Harry. Then the picture in the mirror moved quickly, like it was flying. Then there was a crash and the picture in the mirror appeared to be broken.
"Sirius," she whispered, "Sirius? Are you there?"
Break
"Reparo," said Sirius. The pieces of the mirror flew back together. "June?" he asked. She appeared to relax a little, but tears were pouring down her face. "What's the matter?"
"It's Harry," she said.
"Harry's with you!" exclaimed Sirius.
"Yes, but he's not breathing," she cried.
"What happened?" Sirius asked.
"You-know-who attacked," she said, "He killed Peter…"
"Peter's there too?" interrupted Sirius.
"Yes," June continued, "Harry, created a tornado that stopped the killing curse, but when it stopped it went everywhere. It hit You-know-who and Harry. I think there both gone. You've got to help."
"Where are you?" asked Sirius.
"I don't know," she said, "It's some island in the middle of the ocean. It's not trackable."
Sirius looked thoughtful for a moment, and then said, "Put the mirror on the floor away from furniture."
June obeyed. Sirius turned the handle on his mirror. It began to grow and transform into an archway. Sirius walked through the archway, and found himself in June's living room.
"Harry," he said, when he saw the boy. He knelt down next to the boy. He wasn't breathing. His scare had reopened and was bleeding. He looked like he was in bad shape. "Harry," he said concerned. The boy suddenly jumped. He squirmed like he was in a lot of pain. "Harry," Sirius repeated. Then he pulled him into a hug. He lifted Harry up and carried him back through the archway.