Chapter 2: At the Dursley's
He vaguely heard aunt Petunia's voice. "Boy you get down here this instant and cook our dinner!" The words barely registered in Harry's mind. He had been home for nearly three whole days now. He had only ventured from his room in the middle of the night to sneak some food. The only sleep he'd had been when he had passed out from exhaustion the night before. Tonight he was determined to get through to Sirius. Harry sat huddled on his bed, Sirius's mirror before him on the bed. He leaned forward peering deeply into the depths of the mirror; he thought he had seen movement inside. "Sirius, I'm not giving up, I know you are not dead, Sirius?" He whispered.
That thought stirred another memory, he glanced at his desk, and yes it was still there. How could Gringotts think Sirius was dead? He couldn't read the cover of the envelope from here but he knew well what it said. "Last Will and Testament of Sirius Black" like he was going to read that with Sirius missing. He would give it back to him when he returned. The cover letter from Gringott's was nearly as cryptic.
Mr. H. Potter,
Per the wishes of Mr. Black we have forwarded to you his Last Will and Testament.
We would also wish you to visit us at your earliest convenience.
Our Deepest Condolences for your recent loss.
Sincerely,
P.R Ripag
Gringotts Solicitor
His attention returned to the mirror before him, he picked it up. Looking deep into his own reflection he once again muttered: "Sirius, I'm not giving up, I know you are not dead, Sirius can you hear me?"