A Changed Lestrange (1-2) (under editing)

10: My Dark Desire

After sneaking in the library's Restricted Section under Harry's invisibility cloak he had got for Christmas, Filch almost caught them and the two fled. They ended up in a room with a large, full-length mirror.

Ashton went close to the mirror and saw in the mirror... there was him. At least he thought it was him. It looked like a 17-year-old version of him or something. And there was a girl. With brown hair, bushy, curly brown hair. And brown eyes. She looked all too familiar. She looked like... Hermione?! They were hand-in-hand and smiling brightly at him. Older Ashton mouthed something to the younger version, "Seven."

Why was the mirror showing him with Hermione? And why were they older? And why didn't it show him and Harry in the distance like it really was? And why did he say 'seven'?

"Harry!" said Ashton as his best friend rushed over. "Look - in the mirror!" 

"What about it?"

"I... um..." he got slightly embarrassed about telling Harry he'd seen teenage versions of himself and Hermione together, so he just said. "I saw something different. What do you see?" Harry stepped in front of the mirror and he looked amazed. He touched his shoulder delicately and looked back at the reflection. 

"Mum? Dad?" 

"You see your parents?" asked Ashton.

"Yeah..." said Harry, amazed. Ashton knew Harry had said his parents had died at the hands of Voldemort, who he recently discovered was an incredibly dark, evil wizard. Ashton couldn't help but wonder if he had something to do with his parents. Harry touched the mirror longingly, yearning for his parents back. I know how that feels.

"Come on!" exclaimed Harry. "We need to go show Ron!"

The two of them began parading upstairs, unaware of whether or not they woke up their dormmates. 

"Ron, you've really got to see this! Ron, you've got to see this!" said Harry eagerly. Ashton yanked Ron's covers off his bed under the Invisibility Cloak as the two boys removed it from their body. "Ron, come on, get out of bed!"

"Why?" groaned Ron.

"There's something you've got to see!" said Harry. The three of them re-entered the room Ashton and Harry had found before. "Come on! Come! Come look, it's my parents!" Harry, expecting Ron to see his parents just like him, looked eagerly.

"I only see us." said Ron, frowning.

"And I see..." he stared at the frame of a teenage version of him and Hermione. "something else."

"Look in properly!" he yanked Ron's arms, and moved him slightly away from Ashton. "Go on, stand there." Having seen the expression on Ron's face, Harry thought Ron could see his parents as well.

"That's me!" exclaimed Ron. "Only I'm Head Boy. And... I'm holding the Quidditch Cup. And bloody hell! I'm Quidditch captain as well!" Harry stared into the mirror, confused. "I look good. Harry, do you think this mirror shows the future?" 

Ashton snorted in laughter. "You wish." Ron gave a sarcastic look to Ashton, who sneered in reply. They weren't enemies anymore, but they weren't exactly best friends either. 

"But how can it show the future?" questioned Harry. "Both my parents are... dead." After Ron left, Ashton and Harry spent hours in front of that mirror - Ashton was constantly watching him with Hermione as 17-year-old Ashton kept saying 'seven', as if trying to give him a message, while Harry sat and watched his parents stand beside him. What Ron said got Ashton thinking - was that the future? Were he and Hermione going to end up together?

This was too confusing.

It couldn't have been the future. Ron would never be the winner of the Quidditch Cup - or Captain - or look good, for that matter.