Harry could sense the magic oozing through the mirror. Many powerful wizards could hold the mirror and not feel the magic. But not Harry. Holding it he was reminded of Sirius. Wondering if the mirror is somehow connected to Sirius, it after all was found near the veil he said "Sirius". He felt a rush of magic from him going to the mirror. The mirror's magic now felt familiar yet unfamiliar.

"Boy, come down this instant" Vernon shouted from below. He sounded furious and this was why Harry despite, feeling the connection between the mirror and his magic grow, replied "Yes Uncle Vernon"

He put on a submissive face and went downstairs. Dudley was sitting at the dining table with an empty plate and fork. "I was hungry" It seemed that Dudley ate the food meant for Vernon just because he wanted something more to eat.

"Yes, honey. The boy is going to cook you your favorite noodles. Eat all you want, you are a growing boy after all "

Sighing at his misfortune of having to live with such relatives, he let his mind wander to the mirror.

'The mirror has connected to my magic, meaning its magical properties have increased. That could be bad, or good depending on what it is made for. That leads to the question of why the word 'Sirius' made it active.

Why does the aura of the mirror similar to the aura Cedric had when he died and almost the same as the echoes of my parents in the graveyard? The veil, what was it made up of? What was it supposed to do? Do the unspeakables feel the same about it as me as that it is an entrance to the death world?

I need to hide it so that Dumbledore can't find it. Perhaps another trip is necessary.'

He served the noodles to Dudley and fake yawned. He then went upstairs to 'sleep'.

Harry had been going out of pivet drive after his second-year summer. He had called Dobby when the Dursleys didn't give him any food for a week as punishment for asking Dudley to say 'please'.

He was not ignorant of his inheritance or his parent's wealth or the wizarding ways.

He spent his afternoons and nights at Potter mansion in the countryside. He learned family magic and experimented with delicate light magic. He practiced dark arts and sword fighting. He knew spells complicated spells that might not be known to Dumbledore and Voldemort. He had read different kinds of books in a library that could put Hogwart's library to shame. He realized how many things were wrong with the way things ran in the wizarding world. And how much past powerful leaders' view has diluted to suit the needs of those with power.

That day too he planned to call Dobby and go to the Potter villa, where he usually went to relax and read history books.

When he entered his room he saw that the mirror was glowing. Unable to understand what was going on he peeked at the mirror.

What he saw took his breath away. There was a white room with beautiful white furniture. It was filled with see-through mist. Sitting on the couch, with two black-haired men was a woman with beautiful flowing red hair. They seemed to be laughing at something.

Curious he held the mirror. There was a rush of magic then nothing but black.

Author's note

Sorry for the short chapter. Did you like my cliffhanger? I have already written the next chapter but you won't get it unless I am satisfied with the no. of reviews. Enjoy

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