Heal Me Chapter 6: Mirror of Erised
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Snape was scribbling insults on his students' essays. Do those dimwitted children only use their ears for decorations? He practically fed them the resources they needed for their essays but oh no, they possibly couldn't find any proper facts and information for their papers. He scowled as he wrote down the grades those idiots deserved. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered teaching such daft imbeciles. As the fire flickered, the locket that was located at the corner of his desk glimmered. The movement of his wrist stopped and he stared sadly at the locket. It's been a while since he opened the locket. There was an interruption while he was reaching for the locket; his owl brought him a small letter wrapped around its leg. It was from Albus. It looked like the Mirror of Erised finally arrived. He carefully tossed the locket into his inner pocket of his cloak. Honestly it was a tiny thing but it always felt heavier like a chain that dragged him around everywhere he went; he wasn't free. It was a constant reminder of his past and his crimes. A symbol of shame. It chained him down and he would bear it. Most people wouldn't understand why he would carry it around and he didn't need them to either. All he could say was that it didn't feel right not to have it with him.
He climbed down the fleet of stairs to reach the entrance of the castle. Darkness eloped the surrounding and only available light came from the torch that Filch was carrying. On the carriage, there was a large mirror that was covered with a heavy, black blanket. He approached the mirror; this would protect the Philosopher stone. He stroked the rim of the mirror underneath the cloak. He'd do anything in his power to keep the Dark Lord from revival to keep Lily's son, Harry, safe. He ordered Filch to bring it down to his dungeon. Filch looked bewildered by the request, Filch would have to climb numerous flights of stairs to reach the dungeon. It would be quite a tedious task and there was no way in hell Snape was going to do it. He walked ahead of the squib as he carried the torch. Along the way, Filch scrapped it against the wall and in return Snape hissed and cursed at the bloody, careless squib. The moment they reached deep into the dungeon, Filch gently released it onto the ground and gladly fled the dungeon.
Snape fixed his eyes onto the object before him and threw the covers away. He knew its mechanism but he was surprised and transfixed at what the mirror reflected. He took out his locket and opened it. He hung it on the side of the mirror. He sat down on the cold floor and gazed at the reflection of himself. How he wished to be the man in the mirror. The Snape on the other side had his arms around Lily's waist and they were both warmly smiling. He covered his face and thought of the past. He knew nobody would answer back but he talked to Lily who was much alive in the mirror.
"Lily, you know I think you'd be really pleased to know that your son is so much like James. As you guessed it, I don't get along with him at all. You'd be lecturing me right now to look over the differences between James and I just like in the past," he smirked at the memory.
He continued, "I've also heard that your son resembles James beyond physical appearances. He's a bloody rule breaker and the other staffs say that he's talented in flying just like James. You'd love to see him, wouldn't you?" Lily was smiling and he knew this moment wasn't real.
Flying. Granger's face popped up into his mind; flying lessons. He frowned, "There's another thing. There's this audacious Gryffindor, well every one of you guys are audacious but this one is more of a trouble. Rather you believe it she's worse than your son. She reminds me of you, a complete smart ass, bold, and lacks talent in flying. She's a dangerous witch, that strange girl has the ability to tranquilize the storm inside of me. I'm worried," he confessed.
"Would that be Ms. Granger, Severus?" The old wizard had entered the room and heard everything. He was wearing his half moon glass and was smiling.
Snape rose from his position and refused to answer the headmaster although Albus was correct about his assumption. He gave no expression to Dumbledore. "It's nice to see you get things off your chest, Severus, but don't get too attached to this mirror. It only shows what you desire and it's much better to reside in reality."
Snape crossed his arms as Albus came to stand next to him and patted him on the shoulder. He shook off the wrinkled hands. He already knew everything the older man was advising him of. There was no way Lily would come back and if by miracle she had, she'd still be furious. His foolish mistake that ended their friendship.
"Have you come to hide the Philosopher stone tonight," he asked Albus.
"No, it won't be tonight. The preparation to hide this mirror isn't complete yet but it was wise of you to keep the mirror down here. It will be down here for a while," Albus ran his hand down the glass of the mirror.
"Albus, you've asked me to watch over Quirrel," he started a new topic.
"Yes, I have" Dumbledore recalled his request.
"We truly shouldn't trust him. That man is ominous and the aura around him resembles the Dark Lord. When he's near me, I can feel pricks on the Dark Mark," he whispered as he clutched his arm.
"Very well, I trust what you say so I'll also observe him. Snape, it you ever get the chance, try to apply legilimency on him," Dumbledore ordered.
He gave a curt nod to Dumbledore before he grabbed the locket and stuffed it back into his pocket. He walked back to his room and his owl greeted him with a silent stare. It flew around and Snape opened the window so that the bird could roam outside for a meal.
He sat on his bed and thought about what he told the mirror. Granger. He desperately wanted to keep distance between her. Tomorrow would be their rendezvous…. He had a hunch that tomorrow would be quite entertaining. He sighed and that night he failed to sleep properly.