A/N: Helena comes before The Mirror.
Submission for:
Mother's Day Competition: Rowena/Helena
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Helena fell to the floor before the mirror, a pale hand held out towards the glass. If she tried, she could imagine the chill of the reflective surface. If she tried harder, she could imagine touching the image within.
She didn't even know how she had gotten to this part of the castle. Over the years, more rooms and halls had been added to the structure, making it even more magnificent and intimidating than the Founders had ever imagined. However, that also involved moving many the things around, including one of her mother's most prized artifacts.
It was some type of magic she had always wanted to understand, some wonder her mother promised to show her but never got around to doing. At the time, she had thought it was amazing but now she thought anything but. Even as a ghost, the mirror still worked its magic on her. Within the mirror's glass, she saw not her reflection, but her heart's deepest desire.
Her mother stood before her, dressed in robes of the deepest blue and the grandest splendor and stretching her arms outwards toward her. Atop her head was that blasted diadem, its intricate silver arms twisting in and out of her mother's dark hair, the object that had caused so much strife between them.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Helena sobbed, holding her head down and allowing the silvery tears to fall from her eyes. This was all her fault, her greed and desire that had gotten her to where she was now - simply a shell of her former self.
The image in the mirror shook her head as if she actually understood Helena's sorrow. She stretched her arms wider and beckoned her daughter forward, whispering words of love and forgiveness. Helena raised her head and reached her hand out again, wanting nothing more than to take her mother's hand and jump into through the invisible barrier.
However, her hand phased right through, her fingers disappearing from view. Helena pulled her hand back in shock, before she rose to her full height and floated out the room, cursing the mirror for showing her what she could have once had.