A/N This is pretty much just an idea that came to me whilst I was watching HP1 the other day. The original text used is an amalgamation of the film and the book [basically what I could find on the internet] in the bit where Ron and Harry look into the Mirror of Erised.

Obviously everything belongs to JKR, especially the section in bold which is a direct copy and paste…its late and that bit basically encompasses Ron's POV as well.

If I can find a good enough link [and the time to write it] I might post a second chapter based on something in POA…but that remains to be seen.

"I only see us," said Ron dubiously, squinting into the mirror dubiously.

Harry was not to be distracted.

"Look in properly-go on, stand there. There."

Ron looked at Harry doubtfully, then stepped into full view of the mirror.

"You see them, don't you? That's-"

Ron stopped listening to Harry, staring in shock at what he saw. Hermione grinned at him, winked; and-here was the shocker- was holding his hand. They were both older, Hermione's hair was longer and he was growing a beard, and they looked- happy, Ron decided, they looked happy.

Ron swallowed.

"Can you see all your family standing around you?" asked Harry eagerly.

Jolted out of the vision, Ron looked down at his empty hand, then back at Harry, and made his decision.
"No - I'm alone," he lied "- 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!" continued Ron, getting into the swing of his lie, and then his question was real, "do you- do you think this mirror shows the future?"

"How can it?" asked Harry, unconcerned, "both my parents are dead."

Ron's heart dropped more than it should have done.

"Let me have a look-" asked Harry, excited once more.

"You had it to yourself all last night, give me a bit more time!" said Ron, energized by the vision he'd seen.

"You're only holding the Quidditch cup, what's interesting about that? I want to see my parents!"

"Don't push me —" said Ron, ignoring him.

"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, risking only one last glance behind him. The mirror was empty.