Magical Frequency

Chapter One:

A sense of fear gripped Harry as he woke once more from his nightmares. Seventh year was midway through and nothing he did could pull him out of his slump. Ron and Hermione were going out their sixth year, then they had a huge fight that nearly destroyed their friendship, his and Ron's that is. Harry had sided with Hermione during one of the fights, about NEWTS no less (which he desperately need to pass) and Ron said something about them being trivial causing Hermione to go off on Ron. Harry stepped in before Ron could do too much damage, but it was already done. She left the room in tears, Ron left with a black eye.

Sitting up, he rubbed the remaining amount of sleep out of his eyes. Reaching onto his night stand, he grabbed his glasses and slide them over his eyes. Grabbing the mirror that Sirius had given him, he moved over to the window to watch the night sky. Recently he had done more of that, soul searching, then ever before.

The war was going worse, much worse..... Hermione had been seriously hurt only weeks before and now was just getting back. He avoided those memories and stared down at the small mirror as the Northern Lights, mystical colors and all played across the clear night sky.

"I wish there was someone there to help me understand. I wish you were here." He brought the mirrior to his chest and closed his eyes.

"Sirius?"

Harry nearly dropped the mirror as he looked at it. The voice came again. “Sirius, where the hell are you?” It was his father, James, or rather, as his father should have looked when Harry was born. “Sirius?”

“This isn't Sirius,” Harry said looking down into the mirror.

“Who are you? Where's Sirius?” James said quizzically.

“I'm you're son, Harry,” Harry said, trying to hold back his tears. Here was his chance, his chance to speak with his father

“My son is only a year old, not some teenager,” James said growling.

“You're name is James Potter, married to Lily Potter, I was born on July 31^st 1980, your best friends are Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettrigrew,” Harry said, staring intently into the mirror. “You, Sirius and Peter are all Animaguses. You're a stag, Sirius is a large dog, and Peter a rat. Remus is a werewolf. You are all the Marauders.”

“How do you know all of this?” James said, his look of shock plain

“I'm you're son,” Harry said, tears coming into his eyes.

“But you're only…..” His voice trailed off.

“I don't know how……” Harry said, looking up at the night sky and lights dancing there. He began to wonder. These mirrors allowed them to communicate between each other, but now somehow, the one James had was commuciating with the one in the present. “All I know is I'm your son, and you're may father.”

“Who's you're godfather?” James asked, still not convinced.

“Sirius,” Harry said smiling slightly. His eyes clouded over at a moment. A moment of silence occurred and Harry stared out of the window, still holding the mirror.

“My god……” Jarmes said. “You're eyes, their emerald like-like-”

“Mum's,” Harry finished. James nodded.

“How is this happening?” He voiced the same question Harry had been thinking. “Its really you insist it?”

“Yeah.”

“How are you?” James asked.

“I turned seventeen this past summer,” Harry said.

“That would make it 1997?” James asked. Harry nodded, but the image fluttered.

“Dad? Dad?” Harry asked, staring intently into the mirror.

“I'm here, I haven't gone any where,” James said.

“I though I'd lost you,” Harry said with a sigh of relief.

“What do you mean? I'm still there aren't I?” Harry shook his head.

“You died, when I was young,” Harry said, tears coming to his eyes. He wiped them quickly and held the rest back.

“What? How?” James asked. The life appeared to be sucked out of him.

“On Halloween, Mum and you were killed……” Harry said, doing his best to hold back his tears.

“Halloween?” James asked. “That's tomorrow.” Harry's neck snapped up.

“Dad, listen to me, get us out of the house tomorrow, do be there,” Harry said frantically. The mirror flickered again. “Dad! You hear me?”

“Why? What's going to happen?”

“Dad, just listen, you can't stay at Godric Hollow, leave get mum and me out of there,” Harry pleaded. The mirror flicked again, this time the image staying out longer.

“First thing-start to pack…..get out of……” James image kept going in and out. “…..you son.”

“I love you too dad,” Harry said to the blank mirror.