So after I added the first half of this chapter I realized it had been over a year since I last updated. OMG, I am so sorry! Anyway, check back to the othr chapters if you want. I edited them just a bit, but not enough that it alters the story. You dont need to but only if you want to.

Chapter 5: Mirror Communication (Part 2)

Harry held the two-way mirror above his head, ready to smash it into the ground in his seething rage. How could you?! How could you just leave me, Sirius! I hate you! Tears of rage ran down the fifteen-year-old's face. He was just about to smash it into the ground when—

"Harry? Harry, can you hear me?"

Harry heard a voice that sounded strangely like Sirius' voice.

"Sirius?" he asked to the air in the empty room. "What am I saying?" he sighed in agony. "Sirius is dead and I'm so deep in denial that I'm hearing things."

"Harry, I'm not dead."

Harry lowered the mirror and looked at it and then jumped back in surprise. "S-Sirius?" he asked in disbelief. "Is that you?"

"Listen to me. When I fell through the veil in the Department of Mysteries I didn't die. I fell into the past. I'm back in my fifth year at Hogwarts. I don't know how to get back, but I think what I'm going to do is stay here and see if I can't re-write history."

"What are you planning on doing?" asked Harry. His eyes widened as the full-realization of what his godfather said hit him. "Fifth year?" he asked. "Then does that mean—Is my dad there? Can I talk to him? And my mom, what about her?"

Sirius smiled. "Yes you can talk to them both. I'll patch you through to James and see if I can't—" Sirius looked up from the looking glass and called at someone that must have been walking past him. "Lily!" Harry heard him call.

"What's up, Sirius?" Harry heard a female voice ask. "What are you doing, James?" she asked, annoyance laced in her voice.

Harry blinked at the red-head in the mirror. Her emerald eyes were identical to his. "M-mom?" he asked in disbelief.

"James, what are you—?" She did a double take. "Sirius?" she asked. Her face had gone all pale. "Who is this? Who am I talking to? And why does he look so much like James? But why does he have my eyes?" By this time Lily's eyes were pretty wide.

"I'll explain later, Lils. Just get James, Remus, and Peter in the common room and make sure we're the only ones there. I'll be up in a few minutes. Half-hour at the most," he said. "I'll talk to you in a bit, Harry. And please let the Order know I'm okay. That includes Ron and Hermione."

Sirius' face disappeared from the surface of the mirror and Harry was left looking at his own reflection. He blinked slowly, trying to understand what just happened.

He hesitated. Should he tell Ron and Hermione what just happened or would they think him mad? But he felt like he should tell someone. He felt to the need to let somebody know what just happened. Of course, if anyone was going to believe him it would be Ron and Hermione.

Harry got up off of his four-poster bed and carefully put the looking glass into his pocket. He walked down the stairs to the common room and almost ran into Ron who was on his way up. "Ron—"

"Harry—" started Ron at the same time.

"I need to talk to you," said the boys at the same time.

"What's up Ron?" asked Harry. His could wait. It wasn't that important. Well yes it was, but it could wait.

Ron looked around to make sure nobody was around. "Come with me. Hermione sent me to look for you and said she'd meet us in the common room."

The boys walked down the remaining steps to the Gryffindor common room and noticed that they were the only ones there, besides Hermione who had just slipped in.

"Harry, I was in the library browsing when I came across this." Hermione slammed the book that was under her arm down on one of the tables in the common room. It was titled Ministry of Magic: Untold Secrets Revealed.

Harry's eyes widened. "Does it say anything about what lies beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah it does actually. There's a whole chapter in here dedicated to it and I've been reading it for the past hour and a half. You want to know what it says?" Hermione flipped the book open to the chapter that had to do with the veil. She flipped a few pages and stopped on a page that had highlighted text.

Nobody knows for sure what is beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries but I have come to the conclusion that it isn't death. Everyone that I have talked to who has seen someone fall through the veil say they still can't see thestrals. Everybody who couldn't see them before, that is.

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione. "I have to agree with the book because I have something I want to tell you guys. I wasn't sure if you'd believe me because I didn't even believe myself at first, but after reading that I don't think I was dreaming."

"What is it, Harry?" asked Hermione impatiently.

Harry drew the mirror out of his pocket. "Sirius contacted me on this."

Hermione and Ron exchanged looks. "But how?" asked Ron.

"I thought he forgot to take his with him."

"He did forget so I don't know really how he did it, but he said he'd contact me again soon."

"Harry? Harry, can you hear me?" I asked into the mirror as soon as I hung up with James and Remus.

"Sirius?" I heard Harry ask even though I couldn't see him or what he was doing. "What am I saying?" I heard him sigh in agony. "Sirius is dead and I'm so deep in denial that I'm hearing things."

"Harry, I'm not dead," I said. It pained me to hear him say that.

The next thing I know he mirror landed on his four-poster bed. "S-Sirius?" he asked in disbelief. "Is that you?" He picked up the mirror.

"Listen to me. When I fell through the veil in the Department of Mysteries I didn't die. I fell into the past. I'm back in my fifth year at Hogwarts. I don't know how to get back, but I think what I'm going to do is stay here and see if I can't re-write history." I was talking fast. I don't know why. I guess I thought that if somebody walked into the room they'd think something was going on.

"What are you planning on doing?" After a minute his eyes lit up. "Fifth year?" he asked. "Then does that mean—Is my dad there? Can I talk to him? And my mom, what about her?"

I smiled. I was happy seeing him so excited. His reaction reminded me of James so much. Like father, like son. "Yes you can talk to them both. I'll patch you through to James and see if I can't—" I looked up to see Lily walking by a tree close to me. "Lily!" I called to get her attention.

"What's up, Sirius?" she asked as she walked toward me. When she got close she looked at the mirror that was in my hand. "What are you doing, James?"

I opened my mouth to say something but Harry beat me to it.

"M-mom?" he asked in disbelief.

"James, what are you—" Lily did a double-take. At second look she realized it wasn't James that I was talking to. Her jaw basically dropped. She had to admit it looked like his twin (if he had one.) Those eyes—James were hazel. This boys'…This boys' eyes were emerald. They actually resembled hers almost perfectly. "Sirius?" she asked. Her face had gone all pale. "Who is this? Who am I talking to? And why does he look so much like James? But why does he have my eyes?" By this time Lily's eyes were pretty wide.

"I'll explain later, Lils. Just get James, Remus, and Peter in the common room and make sure we're the only ones there. I'll be up in a few minutes. Half-hour at the most," I explained. "I'll talk to you in a bit, Harry. And please let the Order know I'm okay. That includes Ron and Hermione."

After I hung up with Harry I went looking for Regulus but instead I ran into Evangeline. "Evangeline?" I asked. She wasn't looking at me and she didn't even look around when I said her name. "Vangie, look at me. I'm sorry. I—I—"

"Just be quiet, Black. You're not sorry so just leave me alone. That was embarrassing and humiliating. Besides, it would never work for us. I'm Slytherin and you're Gryffindor. It be like Romeo and Juliet, you and me." She walked off not even giving me a second glance.

I stood there stunned. Great…more book talk. I get that enough with Moony. And what did she mean by "Romeo and Juliet"?

Please. Don't judge me. I know what you're all thinking. 'He hangs out with Remus Lupin and he doesn't even know who Romeo and Juliet are.' That's not the case at all. I'm just confused at the reference she made. I mean, if she didn't like me at all, why compare us to Romeo and Juliet?

"Tough break, mate," came a familiar voice from behind me.

I turned around and found myself face-to-face with Regulus. "Reggie!" I shouted, jumping on him and hugging him. "I need you to come to the Gryffindor Tower with me," I said turning around and heading back toward the castle.

"Why?" asked Regulus.

"I—It's—Gah!" I said, for once at a loss for words. "I'll explain everything when we're up in the tower. It's too complicated and far-fetched to explain now. Besides, there are too many people out here. I don't even know if you'd believe me anyway."

"Try me, Sirius," challenged Regulus.

"I'll tell you when we get up to the tower."

I realize I'm drawing this out, but I think it's better than jumping in over my head all at once. Besides, I have to think of a few kinks that I have to remove. I mean, think about it. Voldemort read the prophecy and it could either be pointing to Harry or Neville. Well, if he goes for Neville just think about the future of the wizarding world. I mean this is Neville we're talking about here...Sorry, I'm not trying to bash but seriously.

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