"Harry? Harry?? Was that you?!" he snatched the mirror back and secluded himself in his bed once more. Staring back from the mirror, panting slightly as if he had run for the mirror, was his godfather. A wide grin split his face, though it quickly dimmed into something more nervous, "Harry!" he exclaimed joyfully before looking vaguely away from the mirror to somewhere just beyond it, "Moony! Moony, it’s Harry!" Harry couldn’t help but feel buoyed slightly by how glad Sirius was to see him. Their previous conversation still left a sour taste in his mouth, but he tried not to dwell on it now.  