Disclaimer: Pffft, I only wish I owned something as awesome as Harry Potter. Sadly, it belongs to Jo Rowling, the queen.
Desire
Ah, the joys of working with Dumbledore. Old bat waltzed into my room and said he had a job for me. Okay, if he's waking me up at 3 in the morning, it must be important. He tells me to move a bloody mirror from one room to the other. A mirror. He didn't even explain anything. Oh, but of course. Dumbledore. When does he ever explain anything? Vague old coot just said, "You must move the Mirror and put it behind the three-headed dog. It's important. And you must do it tonight. I fear Potter's had his dose". Oh, but of course. I only live to serve Potter and Dumbledore. I grumbled and asked why he couldn't do it since he was so obviously wide awake, and his limbs were in perfect order. He looked away, and whispered, so soft that I could barely hear him, "It would be far too difficult". And then he glided, literally glided out of my room. What the hell? I know he's old and fragile. Can't he lift a freaking mirror? What's Wingardium Leviosa for? It would be far too difficult. Good God.
I entered the room with "the Mirror". Only there was no mirror. Just as I was about to go stab Dumbledore in his sleep, I noticed something. Or rather, someone. A woman. With red hair. Lily's hair. But, no. That's not possible. She's dead. But what if? I inched closer, and it was. She was. She looked much younger than I remembered and she was smiling. But it wasn't a happy smile. I fell to my knees at her feet, and a single tear dropped from those beautiful emeralds. My heart ached to see it, and even more so when she mouthed my name. Severus.
"Lily," I breathed. I reached out, as did she, but where our fingers were supposed to meet, there was only cold glass. I gasped and stood up at once. Only then did I notice the gilded frame of the mirror. There was some writing at the top. I didn't understand it, though. So I sat back down and simply stared into her eyes. And confessed. I told her everything that had been bothering me since the day I called her by that horrible name. The day our entire relationship changed. I told her how much I'd always loved her and how much I missed her. I explained how, when I realized that the Dark Lord's plan was to kill her, I immediately went to Dumbledore. I told her how much I tried to keep her safe, to keep all three of them safe. But my efforts were useless. And yet, I still helped Dumbledore. And after I told her of all my troubles, I wiped my eyes and promised I'd keep her son safe. He was the last memory I had of her, and I wasn't about to let him get hurt. I apologized for treating him badly, but he looked too much like his father. And that brought back other, painful memories. Hell, if I could get Lily back alive, I'd even settle for her marrying Potter.
I talked and cried all night, and when the sun came up, I realized there was a task at hand. So I reluctantly said goodbye to Lily and carried the mirror to the forbidden room. I put the beast off to sleep and with one last look at the beautiful woman I loved, I shut the door. As I walked back to my room to get ready for the day, I understood why Dumbledore had given me that job. He knew I needed to see her, and to explain. He knew that no matter how much it hurt, I had to do it. Despite myself, I smiled. Ah, the joys of working with Dumbledore.
A/N: Hello, readers :) I'm sure everyone knows what the mirror is, and just so there's no confusion, it's the Mirror of Erised. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you did, PLEASE don't hesitate to review. Reviews make me happy :D