Disclaimer: Not mine, everything belongs to JK Rowling, except for the order of words
A/N: a little oneshot that came into my head during one train ride while reading Latin quotes. Pairing could be anyone, have your pick.
Summary: Into your hands I entrust my spirit. A reflection over choice, a gilded mirror, and a pairing to use your deductive knowledge
'Did you ever regret?' He asked her.
She contemplated a moment before responding, but that was all the answer he needed. He knew the lingering guilt that she hid so well , that only surfaced in middle of the darkest nights, those nights he held her close and made her forget about everything, everyone, and remember the reason behind her choice long ago, Him.
'No,' she answered. It was the truth, he knew. Form the soft glow around her when she was near him, the light in her eyes when she looked at him, and the little smile on her lips that so often turned into laughter at his words. Yet, all these were no match to the times when he satisfied her hunger for knowledge, when those who had once deemed her worthless whimpered at her every command, when those who wronged her in the past laid pleadingly at her feet.
She handed victory to him on a silver platter, so he had given her the world.
'I did wonder though, sometimes' she continued, 'the what-ifs.'
'It wouldn't be you not to wonder,' he softly pressed a kiss to her shoulder. His eyes drifted to the gilded mirror next to their bed. All he saw in it is them, together, him and her, in their naked splendor, silk sheet intervened. They envisioned the prefect couple, the embodiment of fallen angels. He had no doubt that she saw the same.
'Into your hands I entrust my spirit,' she whispered, 'keep it well, my lord.'
He saw himself nodding in the mirror.
'erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi' it engraved.