Title: Socks
Summery: What does Dumbledore see when he looks in to the Mirror of Erised?
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
A/N: written on the fly. Not beta'd. I only read it over once.
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Socks. I told him that what I wanted most in life was socks. While I wasn't about to tell him the truth, I could've thought of something better than socks. Sighing, I turn to look into the Mirror again. I try to pull myself away but lately I haven't been so successful. I find myself unable to sleep night after night. Sooner or later I find my way down here so I can look into the Mirror that tells me my deepest desire. As if I could ever forget.
I blink into the Mirror and there I stand. I am fifty years young and with me is the young Voldemort.
"Tom," I breathe and press my fingers against the glass as if I could reach in and bring Tom Riddle out. It's a foolish dream. Even in the past, I never had the nerve to get Tom to do what he does in the Mirror to my Mirror-self. I admit that I was very tempted at times to place Tom under either the Confundus or the Imperius Curse and force him to do this, but I never did. My loss.
I think I was successful in hiding my desires. Certainly, Aberforth never noticed and we were bunking together at the time, I forget why. Of course, Aberforth was not known for his mental prowess, but that was-
My train of thought is interrupted, as it always is, by the Mirror- Tom kneeling in front of my Mirror-self. My Mirror-self looks at me, a very satisfied look on his face, as Tom slowly undresses him from the waist down. At this point, I always try to have some self-control and bring myself to look away from my deepest desire, but I never can. Tonight I do not try. I know that tomorrow I will bring the Mirror down to hide the Stone from Voldemort. I know he is somewhere in Hogwarts or has convinced one of his followers to get the Stone for him. I know it is not Snape. I trust Severus with my life.
But, and it shames me to know that this is true, if Voldemort as Tom Riddle had ever asked for the Stone I would have gladly handed it over and Wizarding World be damned. I could not deny Tom anything. I knew he was evil. Even at a young age, I knew he would grow up to be something, someone, terrible. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was the Mirror- Tom oh so focused on giving my Mirror-self oral sex. My Mirror-self's face is locked in concentration and Tom's face is delightful and as beautiful as I can remember.
"Enough," I say weakly. But I still do not turn away. I always watch until the end, as my Mirror-self raises Tom up and kisses him, marking him. My mouth always goes dry as I watch my Mirror-self taste himself on his young lover.
Socks. Socks can't even compare.
FIN
