Mirage
The day I found that mirror I was running away from Filch. The wretched man always seemed to be finding my friends and I when we were in the mist of our pranks against the stupid Gryffindors. I was relieved to find an empty room that I could simply hide in without anybody snitching on me. Let's just say that I wasn't on the greatest terms with anyone at Hogwarts; not even my close friends actually liked me, the only reason why they clung to me was because they were afraid if they stopped hanging around I would hurt them. That was me back at Hogwarts, instilling fear in all people, honestly it's the way I still am today. When I looked in that mirror though it was as if that hard shell I had created had melted away and I had become the person I had always wanted to be.
When I looked in the mirror and saw my brown eyes starring back I was standing next to Tom the boy I had loved for years. I also had numerous children running around my feet. Tom and I were standing in front of the black family tree at my parent's home which made me love the picture I was viewing even more.
Of course the mirror was just a mirage something that was just imagined and would never happen; it was like getting water in the middle of the desert or having Tom fall in love with me. What my life became after my seventh year was the opposite of what I wanted to happen. First off, I married my cousin instead of Tom. Orion was nice and all, but he was and is my cousin. When I had to lie in bed with him the night after our wedding I was sick literally, our marriage wasn't meant to be and it showed in our sons.
My first son, whose name I no longer mention, is a clear disgrace to my great family name. He trashed us by first running away and then by fighting against my love the man I have always loved. Then, there's little Regulus who tried so hard to make up for his brother, but he ended up dying before he could rid the family name of it's scarring. In the end the mirror showed me what I wanted but never received. Tom was never mine, and I never had the many well behaved children that I wanted. As I lie here on my death bed I know that the Black family is no longer mine, but my instead my brothers for his two daughters have done so much more than my two sons ever did. They actually helped the cause instead of hurting it.
I hope you enjoyed this little one shot. It was nice to write Walburga and I might do more with her. I also wanted to spit something out for readers even though I'm wrapped up with NaNo right now. So anyways please review, I really appreciate it. :D