The Mirror beckons me, luring me with promises of happiness. It stands there at my back, tempting and seductive. My head turns to the side, hearing its siren call. I stop before seeing and smile.
Others have succumbed. Harry still sees his family, Ron still yearns for success. Draco seeks glory, Voldemort craves dominion. Dumbledore sees, Gods only know what Dumbledore sees. I've never asked what Severus saw. And I never will.
I turn away from the mirror and step into my lover's arms.
I know my heart's desire.