Notes: One of my more serious fics…
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mirror of Erised
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The Mirror of Erised. The Mirror that shows the looker's deepest desire, and I have found it at last. I heard stories of it when I was little. Now, I stare at it...into it even, waiting for it to show me my deepest desire.
Nothing. Not even my reflection.
Is it broken or something? Maybe if I move over a little.
Still nothing.
Work you stupid mirror! WORK! Damn it! Work!
I look into it, and there is still nothing. Bloody hell. Is this even the right mirror?
Yes, it is. I can see the writing. Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on woshi.
So why does it show me nothing! Damn mirror! Show me something besides this nothing, this oblivion...
And I can't keep myself from letting out a high pitch scream.