If Only It Were Socks
Category: Drabble
Prompt: Mirror of Erised
Word count: 112
Disclaimer: I do not own this tragedy. If I did, I would hate myself.
He looked into the mirror, and smiled bitterly.
"It shows our greatest desire..." He murmured. "Perhaps it is a bit too accurate. I would prefer it to be socks..."
Albus Dumbledore fingers grazed the surface of the glass. If only he could step straight through. Straight through to his next to forgotten past. Forgotten by everyone else, that is. He could never forget, try as he might.
Rather than his usual weathered, elderly appearance reflecting back at him, Albus saw a far younger man, sporting ginger hair rather than snow white, standing among several other people. A man, a woman, another boy, and a small girl.
All smiling bright.
All unmistakably alive.
