08/08/11
He'd never before realized how glorious it could be, what he'd seen. But now that he'd seen it... Though Harry had assured him it couldn't be a sign of things to come, he couldn't help hoping that for him, perhaps it was. Seeing himself that way, confident and happy, made him long more than he ever had before for it to come true. He'd been all he could have wanted in the mirror, no longer overlooked, no longer overshadowed by his brothers. Almost like a hero, dressed in brand new robes, sun on his face and crowds around him. But why was it so important, really? He'd never thought about that. So he wanted to be noticed... but for what? Attention? Fame and glory? He couldn't be sure why, exactly. But at that moment, he pictured a little girl's terrified eyes, shining with tears beneath her chaotic hair. He could see the troll, hovering above her, and hear his own voice booming to echo through the room, wand pointed steadily towards his enemy. Well. Actually... he'd been pretty good then, too, yeah? But he hadn't meant to be so confident and brave. He hadn't woken up on Halloween morning, ready to save anyone's life. But he had, hadn't he? Really. Pride bubbled through him as he remembered her thankful nod, her lies to protect them. He shook his head, desperately craving just one more glance into the mirror, realizing he couldn't quite see his reflection as perfectly now in his mind's eye as he could mere minutes ago. But he shook his head, all the complications of dreams fading into the distance as he considered the realities of tomorrow.