A Co-Write, by

Perr and Jas

Harry's POV

I wake up too early for school. It is still dark outside; the boys are asleep. Ron's turning in bed, muttering something. Must be dreaming about Quidditch again. It is snowing in Dean Thomas's West Ham poster because Seamus was tampering with it.

I think about the day's time-table. Double Transfiguration with Slytherin. I have not been practicing those vanishing spells. Then there would be Draco Malfoy who would occasionally turn to me and smirk, probably thinking of another prank to play on me. I don't know what's up with that boy. There's just something about him that is so... interesting.

Something in me wishes that Malfoy would quit playing childish pranks, especially on me. Like he would anyway. Considering the fact that we have been enemies for seven years. Maybe I should initiate a truce. Wait, am I trying to befriend him? Not exactly, said a small voice inside my head. I decide to go along with the idea of a truce, and I find my quill and a small piece of parchment.

So what do exactly do I write? Maybe I should just keep it short. I scribble a few lines, and look up. I see a wrapped package at the edge of my open trunk – the two-way mirror I just bought. I remember Sirius giving me one before he died.

This is a two-way mirror; I've got the other one of the pair. 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 them when
we were in separate detentions.

Initially, I had intended to pass one to Ron, but perhaps this could help me in a way now.
I wrap the small, square mirror with brown paper. Ron stirs. "Why are you up so early?" he says. "Couldn't sleep. Listen, Ron, I'm heading to the Owlery for a while, meet you guys at breakfast?"