A/N: Okay, well I'm going to keep writing for a while to see if I get more readers. Because it seems that even more of my reviewers have left:( But keep reviewing please!

RECAP: When lunch was over, and most of the people had cleared away from the tables, Hermione lingered behind, gathering her books. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure beside her. She stood up.

"Oh, Ron." She sighed, relieved. "You scared me."

"Sorry" He said, shifting his weight from one foot to another. He looked nervous.

"What's the matter?" She asked.

"Can we talk?"

"Is it important? We have class…" She trailed off at seeing the look on his face.

"Yeah, it's kind of important."

"Um… ok. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay… For now at least."

Chapter 20 – Death's Mirror Part I

Hermione's brow furrowed. "Why, what happened?" She asked in a concerned tone.

"I don't know… maybe I shouldn't bring you into this."

"Ron, you know you can tell me anything…"

"Okay… But it sounds really odd. And you have to promise you wont think I'm insane or something."

"I promise."

"Where do I even start?" He asked, thinking.

"At the VERY beginning."

"Well I was born on a Sunday…" Ron sniggered at his own lame joke.

Hermione rolled her eyes "Not THAT beginning."

"I know, I know."

"Get to the point already."

"Okay. So you know when Harry came to visit you over break at Merlin's?"

Hermione nodded.

"Well I was damn bored since mum wouldn't let me go. So I decided to go down to Diagon Alley and look at broom sticks– I've been saving up you know. So I went down there and looked at some for a while, then I went to the Three Broomsticks to get some butterbear and look for Hargid, but he wasn't there. There really wasn't anything to do at Diagon Alley… So I decided to go look around Nocturn Alley."

Hermione frowned. "Ron… You shouldn't be wondering around there alone. You know it's dangerous."

Ron ignored her. "I hadn't really been to many stores there before so I thought maybe I could find something cool. And I did."

"What did you find?"

"Hold on there. So I was just leaving this one creepy store when all of a sudden I see a really familiar man with blonde hair hurrying out of a different store."

"Lucius Malfoy."

"Yep! And That's not all. I saw him drop something. He apparently didn't notice though, and continued on his merry way. So I hid behind a garbage can until he was gone, then I ran over to it and picked it up."

"What was it?" Hermione asked, looking at him intensely, awaiting his next words.

"A mirror. But not just any mirror. It was a very expensive looking mirror. Around the actual mirror part it was a silver rim, and there were serpents engraved all around it, and some other odd lettering which I couldn't make out. I looked all over it but I couldn't really find anything out of the ordinary about it… aside from it looking really regal and shit. So I just took it home. But when I got home I had to go help mum with dinner so I just threw it into my trunk and forgot about it. And I really didn't think about it for a few days… Then something really weird happened."

Hermione was sitting on the edge of her seat. "What?"

"It was like… a week after I had found it, and I was just reading, when all of a sudden I felt this urge to go to it. To touch it… to hold it again. It was weird really… I didn't care for the thing, but it was like I needed to have it in my grasp, or I would… I don't know. Go crazy. So I went over to my trunk and opened it and the second I had opened it I was blinded by this odd burst of green light. And when I looked down, it was the mirror. The mirror was glowing."

Hermione's eyes grew wide.

"I took it over to my bed and looked at it… but there was nothing different. I didn't understand why it was glowing… or what I was supposed to do, so I just sat it on my bed and after a while it stopped. But then a couple days later it happened again. And again. And when we were about to leave for Hogwarts I couldn't leave it. It was like… I needed it with me always. But after we arrived here the urge got more powerful. And I started hearing these voices in my head. Calling me to it."

"Ron that's not right… there is something wrong with that mirror!"

"Yeah, I figured that out after I started hearing the voices. Last night I thought it would be best to take it to McGonagall or Dumbledore or something. I tucked it in my robes and headed off down the Hall. But as I was walking I ran into Harry, and we were talking, until all of a sudden I got this burning desire to wrap my hands around his neck and wring it. It was like I had no control over my body. I pulled myself together and made an excuse to leave… I knew if I had told Harry he would have been upset and taken it really seriously."

"It is serious!"

"Will you just let me finish?"

"Fine. Continue."

"As I was saying. I realized that the thing I was carrying was evil. I shouldn't have had it in my possession to begin with. I was scared that if I had brought it to one of the teachers I could have been in trouble. So I ran out to the lake at night and tossed it in, in hope of being rid of the horrid thing forever. But today I was worrying that my decision may have not been the best one. And I knew I should come to you for help, since you always know what to do."

"Wow Ron. I don't even know what to say…" Hermione trailed off.

"Ha. Hermione Granger, speechless. Never thought I'd see the day…"

"Well first of all you should have gone to Dumbledore right away. You shouldn't have waited so long. And you shouldn't have thrown the damn thing into the lake!"

"There are many things I shouldn't have done, but I did do them… and we should focus on how to fix it."

"I agree. I'm completely mystified as to what the mirror was. But it belonged to Lucius. And I think there may be a way I could find out…"

"How?" Ron asked quizzically.

"Draco Malfoy."

A/N: Slightly boring explanatory chapter. But I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Although three reviews would be nice, they won't be required for an update this time since not too much happened in this chapter.