I've been reading through the series again, this time in French to work on my French skills, and this little drabble popped into my head. Enjoy!
I don't own Harry Potter.
Thick, Woolen Socks
"What do you see when you look in the Mirror?"
"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks."
Harry Potter blinked, surprised. The eleven-year-old's eyes flickered toward the mirror, and Albus Dumbledore wished for a moment that he could save the boy from his future.
Once alone, Albus cast a glance back toward the mirror. Ariana's electric blue eyes stared back at him, his tired mind seeing accusation written in her young face. He saw nothing but his own guilt, a long-familiar weight on his soul.
"I'm sorry," he whispered – again –, closing the door tightly behind him.
