[summary] Fleur/Tonks - They stood, facing each other, before the full length mirror; an old woman and a young girl. Her past and her present.
A/N - Though I suppose it's more Fleur/Fleur.
She stood, alone in their room, facing the full length mirror, gazing upon her reflection. What had once filled her with so much pride, was now a source of shame for her. Her appearance, whilst not wholly important, had become her defining trait. Now, to see those same features marred with the lines of age, it was all she could do not to throw something at the mirror; to watch it shatter, taking this wrong version of herself with it.
The door opened softly behind her, and she watched the other woman in the reflection as she drew nearer.
"You shouldn't keep doing this to yourself," she whispered in the quiet of the room. "You shouldn't keep living in the past.
"Please," she begged, desperation causing more wrinkles to form in the once smooth skin. "Please. Just this one last time."
She looks reluctant - they have all been the last time - but she turns to face her, concentrating on the image she wishes to portray. She grows taller, thiner, and her hair lengthens and lightens; her features change, her nose narrowing, her eyes widening. Her mouth is fuller. She looks strange, in her too-small clothes, but she is beautiful.
"Thank you. Thank you," she whispers, as the tears begin to fall. "Thank you."
She can see their reflections in the mirror out of the corner of her eye, facing each other. An old woman, tears leaving tracks on her cheeks as her hands shake with the need to touch, and a young girl, barely into adulthood, sorrow marring her youthful features. Her past and her present.