It just came to thought one day: What would certain people see in the Mirror of Erised? This is the result. Naturally, I'll be trying to think up plausible scenarios for how a particular person got to be in front of the Mirror of Erised and what they might see; please tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy.
Mandy was bored beyond words when she ventured down into Billy's basement. Billy and his parents weren't home, and Grim was off reaping (Fool; you are my friend and you attend to my needs first), but they always kept the door locked and Mandy simply let herself in as she always did. They wouldn't stop her, and even if they tried… Well who were they, who were Harold and Gladys and Billy, to think they could stop her?
Mandy was bored, but Grim's trunk should offer sufficient amusement for one day. Maybe she'd dig out that book Grim had been reading once and use it to summon Yog Sothoth; that should be plenty of fun.
The light flipped on sharply as Mandy's finger strayed to the switch. From the top of the stairs she could clearly see Grim's trunk, gathering the shadows to itself in an attempt to hide itself from the girl.
But she could also see something else.
Something caught Mandy's eye—a flash of light reflecting off of something smooth. There was something new here.
It was a floor-length mirror Mandy had seen, glistening dimly in the light. Mandy's omnipresent frown deepened. Such a thing she had never seen here before.
"What does Grim want with a mirror?" she wondered to herself as she started down the stairs and walked towards it. "He's vain but there's more than one mirror in this house; he could always…" Mandy's voice trailed off as she came to stand in front of the mirror.
For a moment, the mirror had shown Mandy nothing but her reflection: blonde, pale, with a pink dress and a dark scowl. Then, something had changed.
Mandy no longer saw her reflection, at least not the way she would see it in a normal mirror. Instead, the cries of war filled her ears and she saw in the glass a vision of battle, men dying all around.
It was a gruesome battle and when all was said and done the dead outnumbered the living and smoke rose in sickly spires from the killing field.
A lone figure stood atop a hill, brandishing a tattered flag. Others started towards her, and in their hands they held the keys of the world, held up in supplication.
We surrender, Mandy could hear them saying. We surrender.
The one whom they surrendered to was a tall, beautiful woman with a fierce and lovely face, cruelty radiating from every inch of skin, la belle dame sans merci. Mandy looked deep into her eyes and saw…
…Herself.
At first, Mandy could only blink in surprise. Then, her bemused frown shifted, ever so slowly, into a grin split ear to ear, every tooth showing, glistening white.
"I like this mirror," she remarked, cupping her chin in one hand. "I think I'll keep it."
Now to figure out how to get the mirror out of the house. Maybe Skarr could be enlisted to help; he'd do anything Mandy asked if she asked in just the right tone of voice.
Wouldn't anyone?