The mirror

Harry made his way to the library's restricted section. He attempted to look for Flamel but quickly grew bored.

He shelved thr book in his hands and found himself drawn to another. The cover was unremarkable, the title illegible.

He flipped through the pages barely paying attention, seeing spells that he wouldn't classify as dark but morally questionable.

Three-quarters of the way through he was given pause. The page was marked 'Branding' and ideas began rolling around in his head.

Anxious to begin practicing his new knowledge Harry rushed from the library. Closing the door he accidentally dropped his lantern, the crash seeming to echo through the empty hall.

Harry looked around him finding Mrs. Norris staring directly at him despite the cloak. 'Fuck, she can see me.'

Harry rushed through the halls and ducked through a random door. Looking around he found himself in a room empty except for a tall mirror.

Harry stepped in front of it expecting to see nothing but was surprised to see himself surrounded by his female classmates, all naked some were crying, some pregnant, some like Carolina were on their knees looking up at him with loving gazes.

Looking closer he noticed several had a small mark on the inside of their upper right thigh, very stylized it took a second to see that it was HP.

Smiling to himself Harry headed for bed hoping the mirror was giving him a glimpse of his future.