Hello! So, since Ms. Rowling doesn't have to be a fan, because she freaking owns the series, I'm obviously not her.
He looked at the mirror, and saw one thing.
One person.
One being,
nothing else.
Lily.
Alive.
Looking at him, happily.
Lovingly, even.
But because of one simple word,
this can't be the the past, present, or future.
She's dead.
She died hating him.
And every day, he remembers this.
Every day, it haunts him.
But he sees the boy.
He has his mother's eyes.
A/N: So how was that? Could you please click the Review button and tell me? Or maybe, I can use my Floo Powder Power and make you.