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Hello! This chapter is not a chapter. Well, technically it sorta is, but in reality, it is not.

What it is, is both a short scene which I deleted from HDD, and a short preview of the sequel I said I wouldn't write but am writing anyways. I hope you enjoy them =]

The bonus scene was supposed to take place before the big quidditch match, and then... well, just read it!

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As he sat in his dorm, pretending to be working on an essay, James found that he just couldn't focus. The first Quidditch match of the season was going to take place in just a few hours, and James could think of nothing else. Well almost nothing else:

No matter how hard he tried to focus on his potions essay or on even on the big match, the image of a certain red head popped up in his head to distract him. Drumming his fingers on his desk with irritation at his lack of progress, James looked away from the blank page that was his essay and into the small hand mirror next to it. Lifting the glass, James examined his reflection appraisingly. He found himself looking much the same as he always did with a thin face, jet black hair that just refused to stay neat, expressive hazel eyes and round glasses.

In short, his appearance was no more impressive than usual, so James began struggling to get his hair lying flat. He had been at it for a while when he heard a familiar chuckling.

"Sirius?"

For a moment the mirror clouded over, and then James's best friend's laughing face appeared in the glass.

"Prongs- trying to fix your hair- aw gold! What possessed you mate?" Sirius was shaking from laughter in the other end of the enchanted mirror, and James was getting rather annoyed, "Padfoot…exactly howlong were you watching me?"

Sirius smiled innocently, "For the past half hour or so, why?"

"Didn't you have anything better to do!"

Sirius looked pensive for a moment, then he grinned evilly, "Nope, watching that was definitely the most amusing activity for me to do by far. Aw that was hilarious, Spoons! You'd push some hair back, then some more and the first batch of hair would spring back up again! Then the second would pop up while you fixed the first bit! What exactly is your hair made of, mate?"

James sighed and decided to change the subject, "Forget my hair; shouldn't you be preparing for the big game, Captain? It's in, what, an hour?"

"That's why I mirrored you actually, Prongs. To tell you to meet me down at the pitch."

"Alright I'm com- wait…did you just say…mirrored?"

"Yeah…you know, it's like, to phone and phoned, to talk and talked and –"

"To mirror and mirrored?"

"Exactly!"

"Mate, mirror isn't a verb."

Sirius grinned, "Ah, but then what are we doing right now?"

"Talking?"

"No! We're mirroring!"

"Well, yes, but..." James sighed, knowing that arguing would be pointless, "I'll go meet you down at the pitch then."

"See you there, Prongs. Now, what do muggles say here? Left and Right? Side to side? Up and down? Round and round?"

"Over and out?"

"Oh yeah…Over and out."

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Now, to prove that I'm a complete and utter hypocrite, here is an excerpt of the sequel to HDD I vowed I'd never write. So, please read on…

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James walked down the dungeon hallway with no inkling of where he was going or why. He just needed to get away from everything; to try and vent some steam. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the dark figure ahead of him until they were only meters apart. It was Snape, and he stood still in front of James, blocking his way. He had, apparantly, been waiting for him.

"What do you want, Snape?" James asked, fixing the Slytherin boy with a tired but contemptuous glare.

But Snape only shrugged , "Nothing really, Potter. I was just watching you enjoy your well deserved misery."

James frowned, narrowing his eyes, "I'm not the miserable one."

His tone was challenging, but Snape only shrugged once more, "If you say so. But don't worry, Potter, if you're not miserable now, you soon will be."

"And why, pray tell, is that?"

At that, Snape's mouth twisted up into a smirk. "Don't you know? Well then, I suppose I'll have to enlighten you." he began, speaking slowly, "First of all, you've grown to hate one of your best friends, and you've forced the second one to choose between the two of you. As for the last so-called friend... well, you never really did care about the last did you? Your little dream team just isn't as glorious as it used to be, I'm afraid, and without them, Potter, you're nothing. And one of these days dear Lily's going to realize that, and leave you all alone."

Snape paused to let his words sink in, and then gave James a malicious smile, "Your time is over, Potter. You're over."