Hello and welcome to another great story by Hurt Deep Inside. I promise that I will finish my other Fanfics, but I just got off the phone with my best friend, and I just had to write this story! I would also like to point out that for the sake story it's called 'phone calls' when it's really a… I guess you would call it a 'mirror call' but that doesn't sound right. And I would also like to point out that in this story, Dumbledore didn't die, and Harry never dated Ginny. So without further ado, here's the new story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Sharpie, but I do own all the books and a number of Sharpies!Phone Calls, Sharpie Highs, and Lack of Sleep
"Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"I'm still not sure how you managed to do this," Harry whispered into the mirror that Hermione had sent him with his last letter.
"It's not that hard, I just a matter of finding that mirror you cracked, realizing that there was no hope of fixing it, and duplicating the spell, now we have the two-way mirror!"
"How do you manage to do that kind of stuff?" Harry asked in awe.
"It wasn't that hard, besides, if anyone related to you could do it, it couldn't have been to hard," Hermione said smirking.
"Don't talk about my family like that," Harry said in a mock hurt voice. "Except maybe the Dursley's," he added as an after thought.
"Oh, I'm so incredibly sorry, I might have to stay shut up in my room for weeks to get over the grief I have caused you. I'm so sorry Harry." Hermione sighed sadly, but her strait face didn't last long. She began laughing, and so did Harry.
"Are you trying to get me in trouble?" Harry asked as he heard the sounds of the floorboards creaking under his Uncle's massive weight.
"I wasn't planning on it, but it is an added bonus."
"If I get in trouble, I won't be able to see you and Ron over the summer," Harry remaindered her.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Hermione asked, frowning slightly as though she was trying to solve a particularly hard problem.
"Shut up!" Harry said tapping the mirror with his wand so it went blank. He waited a while and Hermione's face came back in the mirror.
"That wasn't very nice!" she said mocking a hurt voice.
"And what you said was?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"Yes it was, thank you," Hermione said firmly.
"I have half a mind to hang up on you."
"No you don't. You only have half a mind in the first place, therefore you only have a quarter of a mind to hang up on me."
Harry just stared into the mirror watching Hermione smirk at him. "Smart ass," he finally muttered.
"Better than a dumb ass!" Hermione exclaimed cheerfully.
"Hey, is it possible to make a 3-way mirror?" Harry asked, choosing to ignore Hermione's last comment.
Hermione thought about it for a moment, "theoretically no. The mirror is only capable of showing you one other person. But for a while, they didn't have 3-way calling on a phone, and I'm sure I would be able to do it, you'd have half the mirror showing my face, and the other half showing whoever else you were trying to call. I would assume that would be Ron, right?"
"Yeah, I think that between the two of us, we might have a full brain, that way you're more entertained."
Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment, "I don't know. You two are both morons, so I don't think you'll have a full brain. But I'm amused by just your stupidity, and I don't think that Won-Won wants to spend days on end talking to us."
"They broke up, why do you still bring that up?"
"Because I feel that it's my duty to remind him that he is way stupider than you. I mean really! How can anyone be so shallow as to like her? That's almost as bad as liking Cho!"
"Ok," Harry said trying to figure out if he should drop the subject or not.
"So," Hermione began continuing the conversation as if Ron had never entered it. "How are the Dursley's treating you?"
"Oh just splendidly! It's been a real treat living with them! I don't want this vacation to ever end!" Harry said sarcastically. "They've been great, just yesterday they said that if I leave my room again, then I won't get food for a week!"
"That's horrible!" Hermione gasped.
"Send me food, and it won't be so bad," Harry said with a pleading look in his eyes.
"You left your room?" Hermione said shaking her head.
"I had to go to the bathroom," Harry said defensively.
"I'll send food tomorrow. When did this horrible punishment start?"
"Today, and boy am I starving!"
Hermione shook her head once again. "It's 12:00, they started yesterday," she managed to say glancing at her clock.
"It's midnight already? I hadn't noticed"
"Do you think we should get off the mirror and get some sleep? It is pretty late."
"Midnight isn't late. 6:00 is late."
"How is 6 later than 12?"
"I meant 6:00am, without going to bed. I thought you were the smart one?"
"Talking to you tends to lower the intelligence level."
"So if I talk to you throughout the entire summer break, then by the time we get back to school, you'll be as talented as Neville!" Harry said laughing as Hermione shuttered at the thought.
"I can't wait for our 7th year at Hogwarts!" Hermione said excitedly. "We should be getting our school letters really soon, I wonder who'll be Head Boy and Girl…"
"You know you're going to be Head Girl," Harry said simply.
"Don't say that, because then when the letter comes, and I'm not Head Girl, I'll come after you for building up my confidence!"
"I'm shaking," Harry said trying to conceal a grin but failing miserably. "I suppose that defeating Voldemort was just a warm up for you. Then again, you know where I live, and could probably get into Hogwarts easier than Voldemort, and once you're there, it wouldn't be to hard for you to hex me."
"That's right. You should be very afraid," Hermione said laughing at how much thought Harry had given this.
"Shh," Harry said quickly hiding the mirror underneath his pillow. Vernon Dursley had just entered the room to check on his least favorite person in the world.
"Who were you talking to?" He snarled at Harry's back.
Harry lifted his head slowly, rubbed his eyes, and looked at his Uncle making sure to look as though he had just woken up. "Huh?" he said looking at Uncle Vernon with unfocused eyes.
"You know bloody well what I'm talking about!" Uncle Vernon said through clenched teeth. "Who were you talking to?"
"How could I be talking to anyone? You just woke me up," Harry stated rubbing his eyes.
"Get out of bed," Uncle Vernon commanded.
"I'm going to search it."
"For what? You would have been able to see if someone had been hiding in here."
Uncle Vernon stared for a minute, the shrugged; "You could have a cell phone hidden in your bed."
"Why would I have a cell phone? You haven't given me one, and people like me don't use phones. You found that out a couple years ago."
"I heard you laughing."
"I just woke up."
"I heard you talking, and you are pretty good at acting innocent you filthy boy!"
"I talk in my sleep," Harry said truthfully.
Uncle Vernon laughed, "don't lie to me boy!"
"I'm serious, ask Dudley, he's heard me."
Uncle Vernon scowled for a moment, then walked out the door, muttering threats under his breath. Harry waited until he heard his uncle's door close before reaching for the mirror.
"That was a close one," Hermione said from the other end. "But I do have good news!" She held up a small mirror, very similar to the one that she and Harry were speaking on right now. "It should work as a 3-way mirror."
"Are you sure it will work?"
"There's a simple test, I'll just use these two, and you should be able to see two of me!"
"My worst nightmare!"
"Watch it Potter," Hermione said as she raised the third mirror to her face. "Harry Potter," she said clearly.
Harry watched as his mirror was split into two sides, each showing Hermione's tired, yet thrilled looking face. "Nice one!" Harry congratulated her.
"Thanks!" Hermione said wiping one of the mirrors blank. "Nice save with your uncle by the way."
"It wasn't that hard. Dudley really did hear me sleep talking about Cedric in our 5th year."
"That's horrible," Hermione said covering her mouth with her hand.
"It's not that bad, not as bad as being locked in your room for 2 weeks with no food."
"You said it was only a week."
"Uncle Vernon will be pissed at me in the morning, my punishment will have gone up a week. Thought even that isn't as bad as having to talk to you for the past 2 hours," he added as an afterthought.
"Maybe I won't send you food!"
"Then I'll starve and you'll feel guilty about it for the rest of your life."
"How do you know?"
Harry wrapped several blankets around himself like shawls. "Because the inner eye knows," he said in his most misty voice. "I have seen your future, and it is a grave one. You probably won't last through the week, the Grim is everywhere."
Hermione looked in shock at Harry for a moment, but recovered herself quickly. She looked distressed and then said in a quite voice, "How long do I have to live?"
"The inner eye didn't have a chance to see that part, but it knows that your fate will be horrific. You will suffer, but you will be happy about it."
Hermione's strait face vanished instantly, "I'm glad I dropped that subject, that was the worst class I ever had! You do a very good impression of that old fraud," she added.
Harry began to laugh to, but quickly fell silent as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. It turned out to be a false alarm, and he returned to his previous conversation with Hermione, to find that she was playing with a large collection of Sharpies.
"You collect Sharpies?"
"Yes I do," she said picking up a particularly large one.
"Why would anyone need a Sharpie that big?"
"I bought it when I was getting school supplies for the Muggle School I thought I was going to, but then I got my Hogwarts letter, and the rest is history."
"Why do you need a Sharpie that big?" Harry repeated, dumbfounded.
"It's the only size of Sharpie I didn't have. The sent on this is a lot stronger than most Sharpies though."
"You could get seriously high on one of those," Harry said laughing. "Is that why you collect them?" Hermione rolled her eyes, but didn't answer. Harry took that as a yes, and continued to make fun of her. "I mean really, I know that school is stressful and everything, but you don't need to resort to Sharpie highs!"
"Harry James Potter I'm going to hurt you!"
"The middle name, now I'm really in trouble!"
"Yes you are! How dare you accuse me of being a drug addict!"
"Technically I called you a 'Sharpie addict'." Harry said calmly. Hermione looked as though she was going to blow up and laugh at the same time. "Are you ok Hermione?"
"Oh, yes. I was just wondering what would happen if I mixed a leg-lock curse with a tickle charm."
"Can't be to horrible," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Well the next time I see you, you can tell me from experience. Maybe I'll even throw in an extra curse for fun!"
"I'm buying one of Fred and George's shield hats."
"That won't stop me," Hermione said darkly.
"It will if you're high on Sharpies."
"You're dead Potter!"
"I'm shaking Granger."
They both simultaneously burst out laughing. Hermione yawning cut off their laughing, and then Harry followed suit. "I think we should go to bed," she said as she yawned once more.
"2:00 to late for you?"
"And if it is?"
"Never mind. I'll talk to you later, I'm going to sleep."
"Good night Harry."
And with that, they broke the connection, and fell asleep.
And there's chapter one! I'm not sure if I should end the story here, or keep going. I could have another chapter, and have Ron in it, but I hate Ron, and will probably kill him off every one of my stories at one point in time, so it might be easier just to leave him out of this one. Anyway review and tell me what you think!