AUTHORS NOTE: Ok so this is my second fanfiction and my first harry potter one. I hope that this story

pleases you as much as it pleases me. Please don't get angry if it has a lot of spelling mistakes and errors, I typed this in a few minutes,

and also don't have a beta to help me out a bit.

I was walking around the corridors at Hogwarts, not having any reason to do so or why. Than suddenly a door appeared, I knew what this meant. The Room of Requirement. It only appears when it is needed for use of somebody, but what use was it to me? I decided after a silent moment, to open the door and go inside. When I entered the room however, I noticed that The Mirror of Erised had been moved here.

Of course, most of us would know that the room of requirement could turn in to the shape and add whatever will be useful to whoever needs it. But for me, it had brought The Mirror of Erised. Why? I asked myself. Why would it appear or at least be moved here? I knew that there was no use questioning, it was there for my reason, and my reason alone.

I walked in front of it, I saw myself, than I saw a woman fade in to the mirror. Then I noticed who it was, it was Lily Potter. The person and only thing that could make me soften, just by the mention of her name. I loved her and still love her, I could never forgive Voldemort for what he did to her.

I wish I could reach out to her, to hold her hand and to embrace her, but I just wanted to tell myself she is not real.

Because she is not real, she is the thing that I desire. Erised. The Mirror of Erised, of course, Erised was partially the reverse spelling of 'desire'. Was Lily Potter my true desire? I finally realized that she was. She is my true desire, to see her once more, would make me feel like the happiest person alive.

I stared in to the mirror, trying to work out if she was real or not real. The image in the mirror faded again, in to something that I couldn't bare to see, something that made my heart ache and break.

There in the mirror, was a youthful and childlike Lily. And there beside her, was the younger me. With my bright dark eyes, looking in to Lily's beautiful emerald green eyes. I miss Lily. I miss her more than anything in the world.

I vowed to protect Harry Potter for Lily's sake. I promised that if anything happen to Lily's son, I would never forgive myself.

Lily had her beautiful ginger hair flowing out and her magnificent green eyes, and there was me with my deep black hair, reaching the height of my neck, and my dark eyes. That was when I was a child. With so much desires and thoughts.

I couldn't bare this, I hit the mirror with my fists, my head feeling weary, and tears rolling down my eyes. Than I heard a voice, a youthful soul's voice. 'S-s-Severus?' I realized it was the young Lily's voice. 'Are you a-alright?' How was it possible? Nobody has ever been able or really communicate to the people in The Mirror of Erised in entire wizard history.

I looked up, stepping back, a few scratches and dent parts in the mirror after my outbreak. 'Is it really you Lily, or is it my imagination?' I said, 'It's not your imagination, this is really me, my soul and spirit is talking to you, my appearance as well, but not my figure and physical bind.' she replied.

'Come back, please, I miss you.' I said to her. 'I know Severus, but..I can't.' she replied. Even though she was still in the appearance of her younger self, she was still as wise as her adult self and knowing of her death.

'Thank you.' I said. Making a slight grin, I turned back and exited the room. To see her vivid face again, and to hear her precious voice, was a feeling that made some cold and hard-as-stone people like me have a tingling sensation inside my heart.