Mirror

That night Harry journeyed to the library feeling strange walking the empty halls in the dark, tight against Ron as they huddled under the cloak.

They searched through books by lamp light for hours, growing more and more fustrated, until they could no longer focus their eyes on the words.

Harry resigned himself to checking one more. As soon as he opened it an earsplitting scream rang out. He quickly realized it was the book. Closing it was no help as the screaming continued.

Panicing they threw the cloak back over themselves and ran. Seeing Filch coming up the hall they sprinted the other direction to avoid running into him.

Ducking into an empty classroom they stopped to catch their breath. Harry looked around finding the room completely empty save for an ornate mirror.

Curious Harry approached it see figures come into focus as he neared. He saw himself surrounded by his female classmates, they were all naked and fauning over him and a head of redhair bobbing on his cock.

"Holy Shit!" Harry started having forgotten Ron and reddened at the thought of what he was seeing. "It's me as head boy, and quidditch captain. Do you think this thing shows the future?"

Harry was puzzled realizing Ron saw something completely different from him. Scanning the mirror's contents again he found himself hoping it showed the future.