"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks...
One can never have enough socks. Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."
Albus had said that to young Harry Potter when faced with the accursed Mirror of Erised. But he did not see socks in that mirror, though he did want some socks for Christmas.
No, what he saw in that mirror was his family. Happy. Whole. It would make sense to anyone who saw it as Albus did.
There was a man in the picture that did not seem like he was meant to be in the family. But there he was. Smiling and laughing with Albus' sister, hugging and joking with Albus' brother, chatting it up with Albus' parents. All was right in this photo as if the man was really a part of this family and to Albus, he was.
This man was easily distinguishable by his hair that laid on his head in a light blonde swirl and his one eye that rivaled ice and the other that resembled a dark pit that one could fall into forever. He wore dark mahogany robes that contrasted heavily with his pale skin. He would smile at Dumbledore and whenever he flashed that smile, it looked like he had a plan for a prank that no one else knew but him. It was mischievous and boyish.
It took everything in Dumbledore to look away from that mirror and lie so blatantly to the Boy Who Lived. It was not important to this twelve-year-old, who had so much more to be worried about than what an old man of one hundred ten year's greatest desire was. Besides, these dreams were dashed a long, long time ago. There was nothing he could do about his family, or the man in the mirror now. It was so, so long ago...
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Two Months of Insanity
Fanfiction"Invincible masters of death, Grindelwald and Dumbledore! Two months of insanity, of cruel dreams, and neglect of the only two members of my family left to me," And what Albus didn't mention... Was how much he loved it up until that fateful day... T...
