This is for the Those Voices The Mirror of Erised Competition created by PrimroseAmelia. As you will notice I had to do what Quirrell would have seen when he looked into the Mirror. It was rather interesting writing about Quirrell, not a character I would typically write about. If you like it please review =)
Professor Quirrell stares at the Mirror, for once ignoring the other voice hissing at him to turn around. He likes what he sees in the Mirror, of course he would, the Mirror only shows what he'd like. His head throbs as he ignores the other voice that is steadily getting angrier and colder and threatening harsh punishment.
In the Mirror he's happy, there's that girl, Genevieve Hawthorne - who he went to school with- held close to him with his arm around her waist, gold glints from both their left hands. He's married to her, the girl he coveted in school, the girl who was sweet to him. There are books at his feet, books written by him about Defense Against The Dark Arts. The Mirror Quirrell is famous and loved and happy...the real Quirrell hates the Mirror Quirrell for that. His hand balls into a fist and he's tempted, very tempted, to smash the Mirror to pieces. He doesn't, the hissing voice stops him just as his fist comes up to his face.
In the Mirror his life is different, he wonders if in some other world there's a Quirrell waking up to Genevieve Hawthorn in his arms every morning, writing books and having a good life. He wonders where he went wrong and why he doesn't have this life. The hissing voice gets louder and he winces a bit.
"S-s-s-sorry." He manages to spit out. He wishes that he'd never found his Dark Lord, he wishes that as a student he'd told Genevieve how he felt about her. He wishes...he wishes he had a second chance to get things right. Wishes he'd gotten married, wishes he'd done something else with his life.
His own life is worthless, no one would miss him if he were to die. His parents are dead, he has no siblings or close cousins. His coworkers can hardly stand him, he knows this, and he's sure they know he knows. He has no friends, barely any casual acquaintances outside of school. No, no one would miss him but he's sure that people would miss Mirror Quirrell. He's sure that if he were like Mirror Quirrell people would cry if he died, people would miss him, people would not be indifferent.
The hissing voice finally convinces him to turn away from the Mirror and he knows that the Mirror is now reflecting something different, but, inside his head he can still see Genevieve in his arms and the books, written by himself, at his feet. In his head he can almost feel the adoration Mirror Quirrell would feel.
In his head life is good.