"Yeah, I went out with Harry and Ron to look in the restricted section," I said nonchalantly. It was the day after the mirror incident and I was at breakfast with Fred and George. I decided not to tell them about the mirror because I was afraid they would want to see it and I didn't want to go back. Whatever small part of me was happy to see her, the rest of me was reminded that she wasn't here. And I didn't like to think about that.