'Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi'
His mind immediately began racing with possible translations as he took in the ornately carved mirror. After a few moment of scrambling half-translations, he decided to search for clues elsewhere. His eyes traveled down the frame, flashing over his mirror-self quickly. He jumped suddenly and whipped around attempting to confront his unannounced company, he brandished his wand defensively.
"Who's there?" He was met with silence and gingerly faced the mirror once again, he saw that there was indeed a woman standing behind his reflection. It was her, his Rory.
"Aurora" He said as his wand clattered to the floor and he moved closer to make sure that it was indeed her who was wrapped around mirror-him lovingly. He noticed something off about them, something different. There was an aura about them that seemed nothing like the thick suffocating one that had hung about them even before he had gone to Azkaban, this was simple, lighter. They smiled at him from their embrace and his reflection drew a hand up to her sleeve, pulling it up to reveal a dark mark etched into her skin. He finally understood.
"I show not your face, but your heart's desire."