Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I could rave on forever.
"What do you see when you look into the Mirror, Professor?" Harry Potter asked.
"I? I see my—myself holding a pair of thick woolen socks," Albus replied, smiling slightly. "One can never have too many pairs of socks. And now I must ask you to never come looking for the Mirror again. Try to keep yourself occupied, do you understand, Harry?"
"Yes, sir. Goodnight."
Albus watched Harry leave the room and only then did he turn to the mirror. After a while, two other people appeared side by side with him: Minerva McGonagall and…Harry Potter.
Albus approached the mirror slowly, fixing his gaze first on Minerva's trembling smile and then switching his eyes to Harry's face. The wide, emerald eyes of both of them shone softly at Albus. Choking back tears, he touched the smooth glass and almost could feel Minerva's velvet-textured skin. Harry in the mirror moved closer to Albus and placed his hand on his shoulder. Suddenly, Albus felt a real hand…an unbelievably gentle hand touch his shoulder.
Minerva came closer to Albus and rested her cheek against his shoulder. They stood side-by-side, looking into the mirror—and into Harry's face.
"You tell everyone else to stay away from the mirror, Albus…and yet you do not heed your own advice."
"I…can't stop myself. I'm sorry."
"Oh, my darling, don't apologize. I know what you see in the mirror…because I see just what you do. You see Harry with us as a family, don't you?"
Albus nodded, tears dripping off his crooked nose. Minerva turned to look at him and gently wiped his tears from his face. Placing a tender kiss on his lips, she leaned back to gaze into his eyes. Her deep green eyes probed his in much the same way as Harry's eyes penetrated Albus' during their meetings.
"Albus, it wouldn't be wise to tell Harry the truth—the real truth. If V—Voldemort truly knew who his parents were, he would…oh, I don't even want to know. Please, Albus. We need to protect Harry…he's our son."
Albus heaved a sigh and slowly embraced Minerva. The Harry Potter in the mirror looked back at Albus and Minerva and his eyes slowly filled with tears. A silver mist gradually enveloped his slight figure until the mirror completely erased all traces.
A/N: Erm, so what do you think? Please R&R, you make my day!