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A.N Thanks again for the reviews. I would thank you all individually but you dont want a whole chapter for an A.N! lol. So without further delay, here is the next chapter. 16 days to go! My deadline is in 15 days, great. Will be updating frequently.

Mungos and Mirrors

Mr Weasley said that everyone could visit Ron in St Mungo's the following day, so at 9AM the next morning Harry was dressed, fed and in the hallway waiting anxiously for the others to be ready. The curtains to Mrs Black were closed and Harry was happy to see that she never shouted insults whenever she heard noises, in fact, she never spoke at all. Harry was glad that he managed to do something right. His threat obviously did the trick, everyone soon found the change in Mrs Black and no one needed to whisper in the hallways anymore. Fred and George came rumbling down the stair case, carrying a large box wrapped in brown paper and tried with a piece of string.

"What's that for?" asked Harry, eyeing the box curiously.

Fred tapped his nose and George smiled happily. "This my friend, is for Ron" he said happily.

"After we give him this, he will have to forgive us." Fred continued. They set the box down on the floor by the hat stand then looked up at Harry, suddenly serious. "Look Harry-" Fred began quietly.

"We're sorry about-"

"Shouting at you-"

"Not to mention picking you up-"

"We were just mad that Ron got hurt."

Harry didn't say anything for a moment. Hewasn't expecting an apology. He completely understood why they treated him that way.

"Don't worry about it" he replied, feeling slightly happier yet worse at the same time. Did he need to get something for Ron too? Would Ron open Fred and George's gift and then look expectantly at Harry? His stomach dropped several inch's. He needed to get him something, fast. Bill, Charlie and Hermione came down the stairs, Harry smiled at them quickly whilst danching past them up the stairs, then Harry looked back at Hermione a second, what did she do to her hair? It was smooth and layed neatly on her shoulders, a closer look would have told Harry she was wearing mascara too. Harry shook his head slightly and continued to run for his room.

"Hi Harry" Ginny said as she bobbed down the upper stair case towards him.

"Oh hi-" Harry said rather distractedly. He had to find something for Ron. Everyone would be leaving soon. He ran into his room and threw open his trunk. Books - no ron would never want another book. He shifted the leather bound books aside. His invisibilty cloak - But that was my fathers. He carefully placed the cloak on his bed. Then Harry saw the small brown pakage. The two way mirror. Then he got an idea. But maybe Sirius did have the mirror with him? But if he didn't...Harry had to look. Where would Sirius put a mirror? Somewhere safe, away from people. Mrs Weasley was calling up to Harry. He had to find it, quickly!

Harry bolted up a futher stair case and wrenched the door open to Buckbeak's room. Buckbeak jumped up alarmed, Harry bowed and waited for Buckbeak to bow too. But once he did, he didn't go up to stroke Buckbeak, he went across to the small dresser across the room. He opened the drawers. Please be here, please be here. Then Harry's heart stopped beating, and time stood still. There it was, the other mirror, but what's more, there was a note addressed to Harry on the mirror. It was Sirius' handwriting.

"Harry! WE - NEED - TO - GO!" Mrs Weasley screamed, Harry jumped and stuffed the two mirror's in his pocket and ran down the stairs.

A.N okay okay okay I know this is really short but I thought it would be a fantastic time to stop for a chapter. Interesting stuff huh? I particularly enjoy the symbolism in this chapter. Well don't forget to review and more is on the way!

Daisfunk.