The Weasley of Slytherin: The Philosopher's Stone

Chaoter 17: The Mirror

"You could have woken me up," said Ron, crossly.

"And you could've just told me, I was awake and all." I told Harry.

Harry had told us all about his little trip when we woke up this morning, how he'd broken in the restricted section of the library, how he had almost gotten caught, and how he'd found a mirror that showed your entire family.

"You can come tonight, I'm going back, I want to show you the mirror."

"I'd like to see your Mum and Dad," Ron said eagerly.

"And I want to see all your family, all the Weasleys, you'll be able to show me your other brothers and everyone."

"You can see them any old time," said Ron.

"Yeah not like we can pop round yours and visit your family." I thought, taking myself by surprise. I didn't know where that thought had come from.

"Just come round our house this summer. Anyway, maybe it only shows dead people. Shame about not finding Flamel, though. Have some bacon or something, why aren't you eating anything?"

"Are you all right?" I asked Harry, he had suddenly looked nervous, almost scared. "You look odd."

That night the three of us threw the cloak around ourselves, it was actually quite spacious, although we did have to walk slowly so not to pull it off of us.

We tried retracing Harry's route from the library, wandering around the dark passageways for nearly an hour, and as I much as I wanted to see this mirror I was starting to think Harry had dreamt the whole thing.

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

"No!" Harry hissed viscously. "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 with cold, Harry lit up.

"It's here — just here — yes!"

We pushed the door open. Harry dropped the cloak from around his shoulders and ran to the mirror.

I shrugged as Ron looked at me. I folded the cloak neatly, before joining Harry and Ron at the mirror.

"See?" Harry whispered to us.

"I can't see anything."

"Yea it's just the three of us." I said staring into the mirror confused.

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

"I can only see you." Ron commented sounding confused.

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

Harry stepped aside, and Ron took his spot while I stood there watching them. Ron, though, was staring transfixed at his image.

"Look at me!" he said.

"Can you see all your family standing around you?"

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

"What?" I said staring intently at the mirror.

"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 this splendid sight to look excitedly at Harry.

"Do you think this mirror shows the future?"

"How can it? All my family are dead — let me have another look —"

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