𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 | 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

9 || The Mirror

I was gently shaken awake by Harry.

"What did you find?" I asked, wide awake once I saw his excited green eyes.

"I didn't find Flamel," he said in a hushed voice. "But I did find something else." I sat up straighter at the tone of his voice.

"What was it?" I questioned eagerly.

"A mirror," he said quickly. "A mirror that showed me my parents." I froze.

"So-so I could-"

"Yes," Harry nodded frantically. "Tomorrow night, I'll take you to it and you can see yours."

"Thank you," I said, bringing him into a hug. He returned it, and I felt the sleepiness returning. "I'm going to go to bed," I chuckled, pulling away.

All I remember is flailing asleep as soon as I hit the pillow, jubilant at the thought of seeing my parents.

Harry had decided to bring Ron along the next night, and the three of us moved very slowly because Ron kept stepping on my feet.

"Ouch, Ron," I said crossly, reaching over to smack him but being stopped but Harry's shush.

"It's freezing," Ron said. "Let's go back."

"No-I know it's here somewhere-" Harry hissed. Just as Ron started moaning his feet were going to fall off from the cold, Harry stopped.

"Yes-this is it!" My heart started to beat quickly in my chest. He pushed open the door of an unused classroom-and there it stood. The mirror.

Harry dropped the cloak and ran up to the mirror.

"There they are-my folks-see?"

"Harry," I said slowly. "I don't see anything."

"Me neither," said Ron, pushing both of us aside. "Hold on-wait-there's something-"

Harry and I looked at eachother.

"Can you see your family standing all around you?" Harry asked. Ron shook his head.

"No-I'm alone-but I'm different-I look older-and I'm head boy!"

"What?" Harry dashed back in front of the mirror.

"I'm wearing the badge like Bill used to--and I'm holding the house cup and the Quidditch cup--blimey, I'm Quidditch captain!"

Ron tore his eyes away from the mirror and looked back at Harry and I, excited.

"Do you think this mirror shows the future?"

"How can it?" Harry said. "All my family are dead--let me have another look-"

"It's my turn, you two, I've never known my family-" I said, shoving Ron.

A sudden noise outside in the corridor put an end to our discussion. Harry threw the cloak over us again, and stood stone-still as Mrs. Norris came around the doorway, her yellow eyes looking right where we stood before leaving.

"This isn't safe--she must've gone for Filch--let's go back," Ron whispered.

"You git," I shoved him again. "I didn't get to see my parents-"

"You can maul Ron later, okay?" Harry hissed. "We have to get out of here."

The next morning, the snow outside still hadn't melted.

"Want to play chess, Harry?" said Ron the next morning at breakfast. I was putting strawberry jam on my toast and froze to listen.

"No."