"If ever you need speak to us, simply call our name in the mirror. I’ll have to enchant a new one, because one stays with Sirius at all times for emergencies. But I want you to have this one." Harry blinked, tired brain trying to let the information settle for a moment. He realised, after all the stories he'd heard and heard again, it couldn't be so strange. No, it absolutely was not strange in the slightest that his dad and Godfather had managed to enchant a mirror and possibly patent a spell that would be very useful and revered even. This was not strange in the slightest. 