meant to be (1)

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We tried retracing Harry and I's route frome the library, wandering around the passageways for nearly an hour.

"I'm freezing" said Ron. "Let's forget it and go back."

"Yes, maybe it's better if we didn't go back to the mirror." I agreed with Ron.

"No!" hissed Harry. "I know it's here somewhere."

We passed the ghost of a tall witch gliding in the opposite direction, but saw no one else. Just as Ron started moaning that his feet were dead, Harry spotted the suit of armour.

"It's here - just here - yes!"

We pushed the door open. Harry dropped the Cloak from our shoulders and ran to the mirror. I couldn't drop the bad feeling I had about that mirror.

"See?" Harry whispered.

"I can't see anything" Ron answered.

"Look! Look at them all... there are loads of them..."

"I can only see you."

"Look in it properly, go on, stand where I am."

While the boys where talking, I stood next to the door on the other end of the room. Honestly, I was kind of scared of the mirror.

"Look at me!" Ron said as he was staring transfixed at his image.

"Can you see all your family standing around you?" I asked, speaking up for the first time.

"No - I'm alone - but I'm different - I look older - and I'm Head Boy!"

"What?"

"I am - I'm wearing the badge like Bill used to - and I'm holding the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup - I'm Quidditch captain, too!"

Ron tore his eyes away from his splendid sight to look excitedly at Harry.

"Do you think this mirror shows the future?"

"How can it?" I quietly asked, finally speaking up for the first time.

"All my family are dead" Harry said. "Let me have another look."

"You had it to yourself all last night, give me a bit more time!"

"You're only holding the Quidditch Cup, what's interesting about that? I want to see my parents."

"Don't push me-"

Hearing the boys fight like that, proved my point. There was definitely something wrong with that mirror.

A sudden noise outside in the corridor put an end to their discussion. They both hadn't realised how loudly they had been talking.

"Quick!" I said.

Ron threw the Cloak back over us as the luminous eyes of Mrs Norris came round the door. We stood quite still, all of us thinking the same thing - did the Cloak work on cats? After what seemed like an age, she turned and left.

"This isn't safe - she might have gone for Filch, I bet she heard us. Come on." Ron said as he and I started pulling Harry out of the room.

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The snow still hadn't melted next morning. In the meantime Ron and I had a private chat about the mirror and Harry. Ron had now agreed with my thoughts about the mirror and we both agreed on telling him to stop going there.

"Want to play chess, Harry?" Ron asked.

"No."

"Why don't we go down and visit Hagrid?" I asked.

"No... you two go..."

"We know what you're thinking about, Harry, that mirror. Don't go back tonight." I started.

"This again?" Harry asked annoyed.

"Harry, I agree with Julie. I've also got a bad feeling about it. And anyway you've had too many close shaved already." Ron continued.

"Yes, Filch, Snape and Mrs Norris are wandering around. So what if they can't see you? What if they walk into you? What if you knock something over?" I finished.

"You both sound like Hermione" Harry answered.

"That's not a bad thing" I defended my best friend.

"We're serious, Harry, don't go." Ron said.

But it didn't seem like we convinced him. He definitely was going back tonight. We couldn't stop him.