A/N: Because we are all thinking about THAT scene
You can't help it when you find it again.
The mirror, that damned mirror that hid what your heart truly yearned for. Its shape, unmistakable for your clever eyes. Its magic prickling your skin with temptation. Your heart skips a beat when your hand brushes the covers, as it always has.
Your hands itch to pull them and your eyes yearn to see inside. And your heart tells you that one more glance won't do any harm when your brain tells you this is an awful idea.
Your heart wins this time, because you pull the covers and hold your breath. At first you see yourself in the mirror, alone, and for once you think that maybe Ariana will appear along with Aberforth and your parents all together at least. It would hurt less than what came instead.
He soon appears and looks straight at you, with his mismatched eyes so beautiful and still an enigma to you. He looks like the last time you saw him in person. With his golden locks and that boyish face you loved so much. He looks at you the same way he used to do when you said something brilliant. He would look at you like you hid the answers to all his questions, his missing piece, the light to his darkness.
At least that's what you like to think it was. If it was ever all true.
It's only a moment, for you later see the Gellert Grindelwald everyone knows. On the papers his eyes are older, wiser, colder. Here, in front of you, he has soft eyes that yearn as much as yours do. He has that smirk he would send you when you talked in hushed tones about theories and the both of you as masters of Death.
And you can't help it.
You reach out for him, and he does the same. Your hand is against his on the cold magic glass. If you focus enough you can feel the warmth of his skin. You close your eyes and you can even feel him behind you, caressing your sides and pressing down as if to lay a claim the same way you always liked him to do when you were younger on that summer long ago gone. You take a deep breath and his scent assaults your nose.
You can't help it but you smile.
The mind was always a powerful thing, you knew this.
You press back on the feeling almost on instinct, knowing full well you will be met with only air. Except you are met with a solid body. You open your eyes and turn your head around, body held in place.
You are met with two mismatched eyes.
"Hello, Albie"