Author's Note: Just a little one shot that came to mind the other day and I thought I'd type it up and put it on here. I'm sure it's been done many times before, but here's my take on it. Please enjoy and review! And for any of you, who read my other two fanfiction, mainly "To Change the Future" don't worry, I haven't given up on it, I should have the next chapter up within the next week or so. That's all. :)
Oh yeah, and this is written from Dumbledore's POV.
I watched silently as Harry left the room, once again under his invisibility cloak. After a few minutes of looking through the doorway, I glanced back at the mirror. I knew of the power it held over man and the dangers it posed, but I couldn't help myself. I had to look. I had to see them one more time.
Even though I had told Harry that I saw socks in the mirror, it was nothing but a blatant lie, a lie that changed every time someone asked me. I stood in front of the mirror, not yet looking. Seeing them didn't change the past. And it wouldn't change the future. Regret filled my heart. Regret for what I had done….and what I hadn't done.
Forcing myself to see them, I lifted my head. And there they were, staring back at me. They were smiling and waving; looking the happiest I had ever seen them. It was almost as though I deserved the pain of only being able to see them this way. I know Aberforth would say I deserved it.
My young and reckless decisions with Grindlewald earned me this fate. It was my punishment for trying to master death and rule both the magical and muggle world. It was fate to forever be burdened with the knowledge that I had destroyed my remaining family. And that's why I lied.
How could I look anyone in the eyes and tell them what I saw? How could I look Harry in the eyes and tell him? Tell him that I saw what he did. My family reunited once more; Aberforth forgiving, Ariana alive and well, and my parents alive. How could I do that without saying that it was my fault that they were gone?
With a heavy-hearted sigh, I turned and left the room, knowing that I would be back tomorrow to move the mirror…and for one last look.
THE END