The Headmaster sneered with hidden satisfaction at the puling brats,
cowering as he passed. He would once have dodged chattering
airheads malingering in the halls. Today, the students knew
their place.
Notes: This was written for the WIKTT 100 words Mirror of Erised Challenge, nearly a year ago. It was my first posted fanfiction. (and it was a good deal better at 120 words, but a challenge is a challenge)
The quote and title are references to John Greanleaf Whittier's poem "Maud Muller".
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
He frowned, and paused before a dusty room, long unnoticed.
The draped mirror looked exactly as he remembered. When he bared it, though, he was astounded by the brilliant vision. Himself, holding a smiling woman, happy. Had he ever been happy?
And she... She looked familiar. What had her name been? That studious friend of Potter's?
Of all sad words of tongue or pen... He grimaced, and turned away.
Notes: This was written for the WIKTT 100 words Mirror of Erised Challenge, nearly a year ago. It was my first posted fanfiction. (and it was a good deal better at 120 words, but a challenge is a challenge)
The quote and title are references to John Greanleaf Whittier's poem "Maud Muller".
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"