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Ok, on the prgh spacing that u reviewers told me abt, I add in a lot of prghs, but they never show up on ...its weird...so I'll try my best this time. Thx for ur reviews so far, and I'm hoping to get more...(wink)(wink)-(bambi eyes) ok, this is chapter 3 of my story,..ENJOY!

That voice. It seemed so familiar, yet no;it couldn't be, he was thought to be dead and gone.

"Sirius? Is that you?" Hermione asked feebly. Harry motioned for her to stay behind him and gripped his wand tightly.

"put that down Harry,..you won't need it," Harry's heart did a backflip. Was it really Sirius? He couldn't be alive, he fell behind the veil last year. He was overjoyed at the very thought of having his godfather back again.

"Yes its me, Sirius, I'm here, in your broom, twist off the top handle of your broom Harry,.." Harry and Hermione's jaw dropped; they couldn't believe what they were hearing.

"well, come on, don't just stand there, I want to see you!" Sirius' voice called.

Harry and Hermione looked at eachother and went up to Harry's dorm to get his firebolt. Once they unscrewed the handle, they found what looked like a rolled up piece of glass. Harry cautiously took it out and surveyed it a while before unrolling it. It was a mirror. Wisps of green smoke unfogged the mirror and Sirius' beaming face greeted them.

"Hello Harry," Sirius said.

"Wha?..n...but..how?" Harry barely managed to get his words out. Sirius didn't have his mirror on him last year when he fell behind the veil at the deparment of mysteries last year, and out of frustration, Harry had shatterted his own.

"I always carry a mirror with me, Harry, and I knew that you would try to contact me with the one I gave you last year, but that one only works with an identical one. The one we are using now, its not the same as the one you had last year." Harry and Hermione were still shocked, but before they asked a thousand questions, Sirius continued on,

"I don't know if I'm dead or not, and quite frankly, I don't know where the hell I am," Harry laughed. It was indeed Sirius Black who was speaking to him.

"you see, no one really knows what happens to a witch or wizard who falls behind the veil..not even the ones who fall behind it,"

"so you don't know where you are? You have clue?" Hermione spoke up. Harry pulled her onto his bed next to him as they gazed into the mirror.

"I'm sorry, I really wish I knew,...its nice here, lots of people here too,..but everyone is sleeping right now, and I'm the only one awake. Does that make any sense? I'm awake...am I?" Sirius somehow reminded Harry of a mental patient now. He wasn't making much sense at all.

"I see you've taken the brightest witch of her age off the market already,...wise choice,

Harry,"

Hermione and Harry turned bright red. They looked at eachother for a moment, and smiled. Was their relationship that obvious? Harry knew that if it was, it could mean danger for Hermione. They would have to keep it secret for as long as they could manage. They knew that if the secret ever got out, not only would Voldemort come after them, but the whole school and all the newspaper reporters would as well. Harry remembered their fourth year when Hermione was rumored to be his girlfriend. She had to deal with a great number of letters ridiculing her about dating Harry. Some people would send howlers, or dieseses of some sort. Altogether, it was horrible for her.

"um,..yeah..." Harry replied.

"I was wondering when it would happen, I knew it would soon though..." Sirius laughed. "so whats been happining?"

"well,..i chased after Bellatrix and fought her,...she got away and Voldemort showed up..he took over my body and the pain was so great that I lost the will to live..Dumbledore came and released me from Voldemort, and he told me about the prophecy later.."

"I thought as much. You know you have to fulfill your destiny Harry. Think of all the lives lost to him, and all the lives you will save; including yours mind you. You must vanquish him once and for all. Even Hermione's life depends on it,"

Harry looked down at his feet. He would have to murder Voldemort, or be murdered and let Hermione and Ron become Voldemort's next victims. He was angry. Angry and frustrated and tired of losing the ones he loved. He was tired of always being expected to save everyone. He was mostly tired of being Harry Potter, the bloody "boy-who-lived". Yet he knew Hermione depended on him. Everytime he thought of her he knew he had to protect her; he cared more about her than living; no matter what it took, even if every bone in his body was broken, down to his last breath, he'd still always fight on for her.

"Sirius, with this mirror, we can contact you whenever we want?" Hermione asked.

"of course! Anytime at all, and by the way..you two aren't planning to do anything more than sit on that bed are you? I mean, I personally don't think it would be the right thing to do at the moment,...but I am happy for you ,..truly I am. You fit perfectly together."

"Sirius! You're not SERIOUS ARE YOU? What did you think we were going to do?? We SITTING on the bed, and we're not going to do anything more," Harry and Hermione's faces were both beet red and Harry felt a sudden urge to crawl under his bed and hide.

"I'm just joking mate, take it easy, but you know when you do,"

"yes, I know already! Would you please shut up.."Harry snapped.

"well I must be going then Harry,..I miss you both so much..we'll talk soon, I promise!" Sirius smiled.

"thank you Sirius, you have no idea how glad we are to see you again," Hermione beamed.

"talk to you later padfoot,"Harry said. The green mist returned and Sirius' face disappeared from view. The mirror rolled it self up and levitated back into Harry's broom, where it lay hidden once more. Harry was still as red as a tomato, and Hermione gave him a quick kiss before going downstairs for breakfast. He lay on his bed shocked until Ron got up and followed him downstairs to meet Hermione for breakfast. Harry told Ron everything that happened that morning with Sirius, leaving Ron just as shocked as he was. Ron finally spoke in Transfiguration.

"So he really didn't know where he was?"

"yeah, its weird alright," Harry replied. He left out the things that Sirius said about Hermione and him. He knew Ron had liked her for the longest time, and telling him would only upset him.

All of the sudden his scar seared and Harry screamed in pain on the ground as Ron looked down at him; his face full of fear. Harry then heard a woman scream out,"NOOOOOOOO".