**This is a response to the WIKTT 100 Words Mirror of Erised challenge.
This is my first challenge response, and my first time attempting fiction
with a word limit. Any and all constructive reviews are encouraged. J.K.
Rowling owns 'em.**
Two years ago he stood in front of it, his pale, unblemished left arm drawing his attention. But even after his research with her, he could not make the image reality.
Now, he stands in front of it again, eyes closed, afraid to look. Making the vision reality- erasing his past- is the only way she could ever be with him.
A sound, and pressure on his arm.
"Severus." He looks down, and she brushes his Dark Mark with her lips. "Look in the mirror."
He needs Erised no more. It cannot show him anything he does not already have.
Two years ago he stood in front of it, his pale, unblemished left arm drawing his attention. But even after his research with her, he could not make the image reality.
Now, he stands in front of it again, eyes closed, afraid to look. Making the vision reality- erasing his past- is the only way she could ever be with him.
A sound, and pressure on his arm.
"Severus." He looks down, and she brushes his Dark Mark with her lips. "Look in the mirror."
He needs Erised no more. It cannot show him anything he does not already have.