When Alastor Moody looked into the mirror of Erised, all he wanted to do was shatter the glass. He saw himself, maybe 17, with both eyes perfectly intact. They were deep brown and sparkled when he smiled. In his arms, he held Dorcas Meadowes, his crush at the time. He closed his eyes and remembered her screams when Voldemort came for her. His eyes opened again, and a tear fell from his left eye. He looked to his side to smile at her, but when he looked, all he saw was a grey wall. He felt his face, only feeling his rough skin. He placed a hand on the mirror as if he could feel her face, only feeling the cold metal of his reflection. He desired to be young again. He desired to be with Dorcas, before he joined the Order. He desired the time where he was free during the summer, before all of his friends were killed. He desired a life that would never be his again.
