It was cold under my touch; it was refreshing in a way. All those memories of my previous self came flooding back. How I had come across the room by accident whilst running from the bullies of my youth.
I never thought, after all this time, what I see would be the same. The beautiful waving hair and the eyes I would never forget. I may look into this mirror when I am eighty, and see the same image; Lily Evans.
How could I ever forget her? She was my friend when I needed one, even if she had changed her alliance. I helped her when she was being rejected by her family and she helped me fight away the man who would later become her husband.
It just doesn't seem fair.
I would have done everything to keep her safe. Dumbledore promised that he would try to keep them safe. And my hate towards Harry is the reminder every day; he has her eyes. The pain of seeing him was just a mixture of the hate I had for James, and the love I still have for Lily.
I slid to the floor, holding my knees. She sat down as well and reached out her hand. I reached out mine, but the glass blocked it. Why couldn't she just walk out of that stupid mirror and let me hold her?
The memories of me cradling her body still remained. She had been cold and limp. I would have given anything just to have her alive again. If only I had been there, I could have tried to stop him or done something to make sure she had stayed safe.
Now all I could do was look after Harry. He is the only part of her still alive. She may live in my heart but you can't take my heart to make her come back, to see those eyes and that beautiful red hair.