Many worlds exist alongside ours this is a tale of one of those from a certain point of view alternate realities.
"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."
Albus Dumbledore
Worthless! Freak! , Freeloader! The voices of his only family weighed heavy on his young mind, a boy of eleven in all but heart. A boy that by chance discovered a most unusual object, a window to his deepest wish free of greed. His only real want, a family that cared, something that he had truly desired for as long as he could remember. We begin here on a cold night in a room lit only by moonlight.
An object had grabbed the boy's attention for even sparing this innocent looking artifact a glance he had secured his fate. As he gazed into the mirror, images from memories thought long forgotten had made their way onto this seemingly innocent piece of framed glass. A man long dead holding onto a woman with eyes not unlike the boy's. The boy swore to see them again the next day. An old man had failed to notice the boy instead being transfixed by its false promises and empty hopes.
The boy had found the next night that his dream was not to be so. The mirror gone from its usual spot had left a void in the boy of prophecy. As he grew older he faced many perils on his search for the mirror until he had become barely noticeable from the scrawny boy with bright green eyes and jet black hair. His hair grey from years of stress caused by the loss of his comfort, Dull green eyes that had seen it all and never found what they had sought, and a look of intense concentration as if he was holding onto his last shred of sanity.
At his home after years of searching he had the mirror, that had filled his void for family before being brutally ripped from his grasp. So he sat in front of the mirror and letting all of his stress be released his fragile hold on the harsh illusion slipped and as he slipped to the comfort of his loved ones he smiled his only true smile on a long life of hardships.
The End