y?
”are yht?” said ron. ”you look odd.”
what harry feared most was that he might o find the
mirrain. with rohe cloak, too, they had to
walk much more slowly the . they tried retrag harrys
route from the library, wandering around the dark passageways for
nearly an hour.
”im freezing,” said ros fet it and go back.”
”no!” harry hissed. i know its here somewhere.”
they passed the ghost of a tall witg ie
dire, but saw as ron started moaning that
his feet were dead with cold, harry spotted the suit of armor.
”its here -- just here -- yes!”
they pushed the door open. harry dropped the around
his shoulders and ran to the mirror.
there they were. his mother and father beamed at the sight
of him.
”see?” harry whispered.
”i t see anything.”
”look! look at them all... there are loads of them....”
”i ly see you.”
”look in it pro on, stand where i am.”
harry stepped aside, but with ron in front of the mirror,
he t see his family a ron in his paisley pajamas.
ron, though, was staring tra his image.
”look at me!” he said.
” you see all your family standing around you?”
”no -- im alo im different -- i look older -- and
im head boy!”
”what?”
”i am -- im wearing the badge like bill used to -- and im
holding the house d the quidditch cup -- im quidditch
, too.
ron tore his eyes away from this splendid sight to look excitedly
at harry.
”do you think this mirror shows the future?”
”how 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.”
”youre only holdich cup, whats iing
about that? i want to see my parents.”