The Mirror of Erised – by cheesekakke
Possibly the most overdone thing ever, but I thought I just might make something out of it.
Chapter 2: Severus Snape
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He had run.
He had run just like the night three weeks ago when he had killed Dumbledore.
Some might have called him a coward, and that name brought bile to his mouth, but no one could have called him a coward now. He was running from Voldemort, the one man who tore lives apart, destroyed them and left the ashes as examples for others. Of course, Severus Snape had already given a lot to this man, in the form of abandoning his love and killing his mentor. And right now, Voldemort was mean-mad, so it really was the only sensible course of action. There was really one way out from the underground chamber where Voldemort held his meetings, so Snape took the stairs and burst out into the bright sunlight that covered Little Hangleton. He looked across the once-perfect but now neglected lawn then ran to an old tumbledown shack at the far end of the property. Closing the door behind him, he wheeled around to make sure he was safe. Something propped up against a falling wall caught his eye.
Snape walked towards the mirror, realizing that it was indeed a mirror. It looked rather ordinary and familiar and it was only when he read the inscription around the edge did his memory flicker into action.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
He had seen this mirror once before in Voldemort's memories, he was one of the only people allowed to venture in there, and even so, in there with great restrictions. It was supposed to show your desires or whatever. Snape shrugged and thought he might have a look anyways, what harm would it do?
Stepping in front of the mirror, Snape had to squint to see properly. And what he saw took his breath away. He saw himself standing in an empty room full of light. The very atmosphere was cheerful; something that never happened while Snape was around. The mirror-Snape smiled and motioned to a figure behind him. Snape saw his mother, Eileen Prince-Snape step out from the shadows and place her hand on his head and tousled the hair shown in the mirror. The familiar gesture brought tears to Snape's eyes. He was sick of having to hide his feelings, and was glad no one was around to witness this breakdown. Snape's mother was the only rock in his life, his father; Tobias Snape had abused the both of them regularly. She slowly bent down and rolled up his left sleeve to show his forearm. It was the forearm with the Dark Mark.
But in the mirror, it wasn't there, and Snape finally realized what he had to do. He might have killed Dumbledore, and he knew no one could forgive him for that, but he had to go back. He had to go back to the Order to feed them information about Voldemort. To rid himself of the evil aura surrounding himself; he had to follow what was good and right. He smiled at the pale, unblemished skin on his forearm, and slipped into the state of relaxation that the absence of the Mark created.
The actual marked suddenly blazed under his robes on his real arm causing an eerie green glow to light the decrepit shack. He and his mother slipped from the mirror as the pain from the Dark Mark pulsed again. The fool was calling.
And Severus Snape would meet him head on.
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A/N: Hugs to all my reviewers! And I had planned on doing Snape next, and I think one of you had requested that, so here you go! Sirius was next in line after that and here is a lit of who is next (in the order I will write them): Harry, Voldemort, Ron/Hermione, Draco, Remus Lupin.
About this fic: I can only assume that Tobias Snape was a bad daddy, according to OotP and HBP. I wanted to paint Snape as a good guy in this one; I hope I got that across. Also the setting played a fun little part in this, see if you can recognize where the mirror is according to the not-so-subtly hidden clues.
Till next time,
cheesekakke