THE MIRROR OF ERISED
“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 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.”
“You’re only holding the Quidditch Cup, what’s interesting
about that? I want to see my parents.”
“Don’t push me —”
A sudden noise outside in the corridor put an end to their dis-
cussion. They hadn’t realized how loudly they had been talking.
“Quick!”
Ron threw the cloak back over them as the luminous eyes of
Mrs. Norris came round the door. Ron and Harry stood quite still,
both thinking the same thing — did the cloak work on cats? After
what seemed an age, she turned and left.
“This isn’t safe — she might have gone for Filch, I bet she heard
us. Come on.”
And Ron pulled Harry out of the room.
The snow still hadn’t melted the next morning.
“Want to play chess, Harry?” said Ron.
“No.”
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