Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, as it is the property of the very talented and creative JKR
Author's Note: This is set during Harry Pottr and the Philosopher's Stone.
Mirror Image
' What do you see when you look into the mirror? '
Young Harry Potter's question hung in Albus' Dumbledore's mind as he gazed into the Mirror of Erised one night.
' I see myself holding a pair of woollen socks. '
The answer to that question was a lie. Plain and simple, a lie.
Harry was too young to have to hear the woes of an old man, so his headmaster lied to avoid the issue.
The truth was, as Albus stood in front of the Mirror of Erised, he saw his younger sister. There. Alive.
Ariana.
She smiled at him, and he looked back sadly. She lifted one hand and waved, her smile turning into a toothy grin.
His own hand laid on the mirror lightly, as he tried to touch her, and to feel her beside him.
As he wished she saw there, the image in the miror changed. Now he was there with her: she hugged him around the middle, and he rested his chin ontop of her head, rubbing her back.
' I'm here, Ariana,' he said, perfectly content for the first time in years,' I'm with you, little sister. '