A/N: Hi! We're extremely sorry for the delay but this has been a very long chapter for us. And considering we can only write together on Thursday afternoons for about 3 hours, it still took a long time. LOL! That's probably because we're always laughing our heads off at our own stupid jokes that we try to put into the story. We doubt you'll laugh at anything, but if you do, let us know. Also, our teachers seem to think that we don't have lives since they are giving us so much homework like regular homework on top of a final exam review packet. But we will keep trying to update quickly. The next chapter is going to be all Harry and Ginny, so Ron and Hermione lovers, you'll have to wait a while, even though we don't have that many readers. But who cares?

Disclaimer: We don't own Harry Potter…So stop rubbing it in! But we do own the way Lily, James and Sirius act all together, so we can own at least personalities.

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Falling through the mirror was like nothing Ginny had ever experienced before. She felt like she was flying but she knew she was falling. When she felt the hands grab her, her mind started reeling with questions. Is this dark magic? Is something bad going to happen? Is this one of Dumbledore's tricks? And most importantly, who pulled me in?

But these questions vanished once she felt the warmth and happiness fill her. It can't be bad if I feel so happy, Right? The chamber didn't feel like this, it felt cold and unwelcoming. As soon as she thought this, she hit warm, soft ground that cushioned her fall. It took her a while to realize she wasn't falling anymore and when she did, she sat up and looked around.

All around her was warm, soft, white fog except for a blurred black dot in the distance on the ground that sent a wave of panic through her. She looked down and saw she had fallen on what seemed to be a cloud. She carefully started to get to her feet, unsure if the cloud would hold her weight. Jumping up and down experimentally she twisted around to see the black dot again.

"Harry!" she shouted towards the dot. Her voice echoed in the emptiness of the foreign place. Slowly the dot shifted and seemed to be looking towards her, confirming her speculations that it was Harry. Before she knew it, she was running towards him at great speed she didn't know she possessed. Reaching Harry's side, she looked down and saw he was exactly the same as he was, unharmed. Relieved that he was OK, she let out a sigh.

"Harry," she repeated serenely, "Do you know where the hell we are?" she asked urgently.

"I have no idea. I looked around and there is no one here, or at least that I know of," Harry answered.

"But there must be someone here, I felt hands pull me in," said Ginny.

"I know, that's what happened to me too,"

"Well let's think. We fell through the mirror and your parents were in the mirror, for both of us…" she paused having a sharp intake of breath. "Your parents!" she exclaimed.

"What!" Harry asked suddenly alarmed.

"Your parents!" she half shouted pointing wildly over his shoulder. Harry turned around quickly and excitedly in the direction Ginny was pointing. And there he saw two figures. One small and petite, the other tall and broad, like himself, walking towards them, parting the fog as the came. And before Harry knew, he was looking into the faces of Lily and James Potter.

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Hermione woke up the next morning, rubbing her eyes to adjust to the morning sunlight pouring in through the window. Swinging her feet over the edge of her bed, she slipped her feet into her slippers. She walked over to her dresser and pulled oout her school robes. Then the prefect looked around and saw that no one was in the dormitory and decided to hurry up since Hermione Granger was never late.

She pulled on her robes in a hasty fashion and took glance in the mirror. She had figured out how to tame her hair over the years, a way that took much less time than the potion for the Yule Ball. It was now more sleek than frizzy, and she could have it curly or straight, so everyone knew her cat was separate from her head. After making sure she was presentable, she headed down to the Great Hall.

As soon as she entered into the cheerful atmosphere, she spotted who she was looking for. One of her best friends who was extremely tall at 6'2" with flaming red hair and beautiful blue eyes. But yet her curiosity was sparked when she saw he wasn't as happy as everyone else, slumped over his food with his head hanging low.

"May I ask who's winning?" Hermione whispered into Ron's ear when she reached him.

"Huh?" he jumped, focusing in on the world around him.

"Well I was wondering who was winning the little staring contest your having with your food?" explained Hermione.

"What do you mean?" he asked sleepily.

"Well you're the biggest pig I know and if your not eating, something must be wrong in the world. Or the house slves have lost their touch, which might mean they've gone on strike since they're not getting paid. Oh, good for them!" she said. At that Ron looked up at her, clearly annoyed by the look on his face. " Sorry, just trying to see if your still there, even though you are the treasurer." she scolded.

"Was Hermione. Was the treasurer. Spew was never even in existence," Ron corrected.

"S-P-E-W! How many times do I have to tell you, Ron! Nevermind, why do I even bother? Now tell me, what's wrong?" she said as she rolled her eyes.

"Harry never came back last night," he growled out, while smushing his toast with the marmaladeon it in his hand." Aw! Gross! Damn you Harry!" he yelled while wiping his sticky hand off on his napkin.

"Ronald Weasley! I can't believe your still on about that. But are you sure he never came back?" she asked, somewhat concerned.

"Of course I'm sure! I was up all night worrying like the damn mother he doesn't have. It was very annoying!" he complained.

"Well at least someone is worrying for him," Hermione said.

"What are you talking about? He's got the whole wizarding world worrying for him!" shouted Ron

"Don't start that again. And besides, why are you worrying about him. He's a big boy, he can take care of himself."

"Because he's my best friend," he shouted in agitation.

"Would he still be your best friend if he went out with your sister?" she asked with wit. All she got as an answer though was silence. But as she looked up at his face, she realized it was filled with stubbornness and longing." Anyways," she continued," you know you would still be friends, you guys are inseparable, you wouldn't even notice if I wasn't here with you all the time."

"That's not true! We'll always need you," he replied quickly without a secong thought, makine Hermione smile the smile he loved so much.

"But maybe we should go to Dumbledore since he always knows everything that's going on. And frankly, I'm starting to get worried too." So with that, she sat doen to a quick breakfast with Ron at her side, shoveling down food, back to normal. Ah. How I love my pig. She thought to herself.

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Harry had dreamt of this moment every night of his life, so much that he believed it could never come true. He thought it was just another one of those dreams, but he knew somehow it couldn't be true. A slight touch on his arm that was all too real made him jump out of his thoughts.

"Harry," Ginny whispered, "Harry," she whispered more urgently this time, trying to get Harry out of his shock, but to no avail. Harry kept his gaze intent on his parents. "Thanks for being so helpful," she hissed at Harry."Hi," she greeted as she turned to the Potter's, "Well, seeing as he's not talking right now, I'm Ginny Weasley, a friend of Harry's. it's very nice to meet you. Sorry for the silence, but it's kind of a shocker to see you, seeing as your dead. Oh, sorry if that was impolite, I didn't mean it as an insult, but anywhoo, I'll let you talk to your son now. You'll probably get a lot in since he doesn't seem very talkative today. Harry." She added as a warning.

"Son?" James asked hesitentally, "Are you alright?" worry filling his eyes.

"Mu-Mum?"Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Um, No. I'm Dad," James said to his son.

"James!" Lily scolded while smacking him backhanded across the chest. "Yes Harry?" she asked him gently.

"It's you? Is it really y-" he was cut off from his realization by a familiar shout coming from the distance.

"I'm here, I'm here! Sorry I'm late" shouted Sirius, who turned into the big black dog at that second and started sprinting in dog form towards his four companions. In a matter of seconds, Harry was on the ground getting a shower of licks from his dog of a godfather. Despite how bad he wanted to see his godfather, the guilt began to well up and he pushed him off and got off his father as quick as he could and back up to Ginny. In response to this movement, Ginny grabbed his hand to comfort him and held tight. Her spirits lifted when she felt a squeeze back, knowing she was able to make him feel safe and hold the hand of the one she loved.

"Harry," Sirius said with a surprised look on his face, "It's not your fault. It's mine, your no the reason." There was a silence as Harry processed what Sirius had said. "So what'd I miss?" asked Sirius cheerfully, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet and swinging his arms. "Sorry to knock you over too James, I was really only aiming for Harry. Ron might have some experience with that. Right Harry?" he winked and nudged Harry at his joke. "Come on, you guys could at least tell me what's going on. I mean, I wasn't that late. I was playing chess with God. And of course he-I mean she-I mean…it won again. How does it always do that?" he exclaimed. "Stop staring at me. Someone talk." He said at the two couples who were staring at him in dead silence, "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEBODY SAY SOMETHING!" he shouted.

"Well Padfoot, my wife and I were just getting reacquainted with our son. It was a rather touching moment until you came along and drowned my son in your saliva."

"Sorry about that Harry," apologized Sirius after seeing Harry wiping his face on his school robes.

"It's okay, I killed you," said Harry solemnly.

"He talked. He said a full sentence. Praise the Lord!" Ginny exclaimed. "Sorry," she added with a guilty look towards Harry.

"Harry," Sirius said sternly, "I want you to understand this. It is not your fault I died. I don't want you to be unhappy because I'm not there and happy. If anything I'm happier here, I'm a free man here, and I want you to fix that mirror I gave you. I'm sure with the help of Dumbledore we can somehow find a way to communicate through it." At that Harry's eyes lit up. Finally, I will be able to talk to someone anywhere. Threee people actually. Thought Harry. "But if you don't, I shall know. We can see what goes on down there." Sirius explained while motioning to himself, James and Lily.

A confused look came over Harry's face, "What do you mean down there? Are we in heaven? Are we dead?" Harry demanded, suddenly afraid for him and Ginny, hoping they hadn't died before they could have a life together.

"Yeah, Where are we?" asked Ginny.

"We're in Vie dans Ciel. But you two have nothing to worry about you can get back," stated James.

"But how did we get here? All I can remember is falling throught the mirror that somehow opened," explained Ginny.

"You opened the mirror with your hearts desires," said Lily. She looked from Harry to Ginny as her son's eyes widened while he blushed and Ginny's brow furrowed. And Harry took a sign of relief that she hadn't figured out the key.

"So how comewe were the ones to open it and no one else?" questioned Harry to move on with the conversation and keep Ginny clueless to his feelings.

"Finally, you asked!" exclaimed Lily wisely.

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"Vi dans Ciel," said Hermione to the stone gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office.

"I'm really glad that we are prefects…and you're the top of our year, or I would never have figured that out," said Ron as the gargoyle came to life and leapt aside.

"Well I am a little confused as to why "Life in Heaven" is his password. But with him being Dumbledore, you never know," admitted Hermione while the two of them stepped on to the rotating staircase.

That left them in a quiet but comfortable silence until they reached the door. Hermione reached up and knocked with the brass knocker, brushing Ron's hand as she put her arm back down to her side, sending tingles through her arm.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore," greeted Ron as the door opened, revealing the headmaster in robes of Ravenclaw Blue and his miles of white hair tied back in a matching ribbon.

"What is it I could do for you two, shouldn't you be preparing for classes?" questioned Dumbledore in his teacherly way.

"We were on our way to do exactly that sir, but we have a problem that we need your assistance with," explained Hermione.

"Yes?" asked Dumbledore.

"Well, Harry and Ginny haven't been around since last night and we're not sure of their whereabouts. So seeing as you're very wise and knowledgable, we were wondering if you could tell us…by any chance," Hermione continued.

"I cannot tell you exactly where they are, but know they are perfectly safe," said Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eye.

"Hey! I saw that twinkle! Where's my sister!" shouted Ron.

"Ron, calm yourself! Don't be so disrespectful, I have this under control," she scolded shortly.

"Well, seeing as you won't take it at that, come sit down and let me show you something," suggested Dumbledore.

"Fine. As long as you tell me where my sister is," replied Ron hotly, as he followed Dumbledore and Hermione into the circular study. Pausing in front of his desk, Dumbledore summoned another comfy armchair out of thin air, matching the one Hermione was sitting in. Then he went to the black cabinet beside Fawkes's perch. Unfortunately for Hermione, it was close to his Burning Day, so he wasn't as handsome as when Ron had first seen him. After undoing the lock on the door, Dumbledore brought out the shallow, stone basin with the runes carved in around the edges. Ron turned to Hermione as he heard he gasp at his side.

"Yes Miss Granger," said Dumbledore, "this is a Pensieve. It has helped me an extraordinary amount throughout my years. I will let you experiment with it later, but right now we have to get down to business, so you may get to class." At that, Hermione smiled as bright as an August sun, making Ron forget all about Harry and his sister.

"Thank you professor," exclaimed Hermione watching as Dumbledore put his wand to his temple, deposited some silvery thoughts in the silver-goo filled basin and then poked it to make yet another Sibyll Trelawney rise from the bowl. Although Ron and Hermione didn't see the first Sibyll to rise from the Pensieve, they recognized this one. She looked exactly like the current one. In fact, she was wearing the same clothesshe had worn on the first day of the term. To Ron and Hermione's surprise, she didn't talk in her usual dazed voice, but a hoarse scratchy one they had never heard.

"The power the Dark Lord knows not will arise again to the one with the power to vanquish him…It lies in the hands of those who gave the boy life and draws its strength from those who keep the boy living…the desire of two hearts will be the key to open the reflection of his past…The power to destroy the Dark Lord forever will arise again..as the ninth month is born, the spell will be cast." croaked the liquid Trelawney, slowly sinking back into the basin.

"I don't suppose you will tell us what that means, will you?" asked Hermione.

"No Miss Granger. I won't," replied Dumbledore, "But I know with your determination, you will have it figured out by lunch, if not sooner," he commented with a smile.

The walk back to Gryffindor tower was extremely quiet, except for the usual tid bits of conversation Ron heard of passerbys. He was positive Hermione heard none of it. After so many years of being her friend, he knew from the furrow on her brow that she was dissecting the prophecy.

God, I love this girl thought Ron, taking quick casual glances at her out of the corner of his eye as they walked. I don't know what I would do if I lost her. Probably "Ahh!" Ron was startled out of his thoughts by a swift grasp at his arm and a sudden scream of happieness at his side.

"Ron!" exclaimed Hermione, "I figured out the prophecy! I know where Harry and Ginny are!"

"That's great 'Mione! I knew you could do it with that brain of yours! So where are they?" asked Ron.

"Yeah, that's the problem. Do you remember where Dumbledore put the Mirror of Erised? Because that's the 'reflection of his past' as the prophecy says," replied Hermione.

"Yeah, I remember. Let's go!" And without a second thought, he grabbed Hermione's hand, something he was always craving to do and led her off, running down the corridors of Hogwarts to the aid of their friends.