The Mirror of Erised
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rt_moreloveAuthor/Artist: faeriemagic07
Title: The Mirror of Erised
Rating & Warnings: PG
Word Count/Art Medium:
Prompt(s):
Prompt 2. So what am I so afraid of?
I'm afraid that I'm not sure of
A love there is no cure for.
David Cassidy - I Think I Love You
Prompt 24. "It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Prompt 40. Turquoise and pink
Summary: Remus looks into the deepest desires of his heart.
Notes: Hello. I heard from others that you are never a true fan of R and T ship if you don't write something pertaining to the Hospital Scene. So here is my own addition to the Hospital Scene archives. - faerieMagic07
Her footsteps echoed as she walked outside the room, she was sure everyone could hear it. She felt the eyes of everyone behind her back watching her.
After putting all her efforts into stating her mind, she finally walked away from the Hospital Wing. The battle at the astronomy tower left her with less than enough energy, but as soon as she reached the door she still found herself breaking off into a run. Anywhere as long as she reach something quite secluded. She might have been running through the hallways, she was too much in turmoil to care.
She found a room good enough to be alone in, and decided to enter there; to find in a quiet corner where she can calm down in peace.
The room was dusty. But it did not make any difference because she was already covered in soot after fighting on the grounds.
But before she could collapse in sheer exhaustion, a glint of reflection from the moon caught her eye.
To her left, there stood, a lofty mirror that towered up to the ceiling.
Slowly, as if entranced by it, she stepped closer.
Engravings upon it wrote:
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
She stood herself in front of the mirror.
"The mirror of Erised," Remus whispered behind her. Tonks blinked.
"What do you see?" said Tonks quietly, breaking the comfortable silence.
He stepped beside her and looked inside the mirror. He was reflected in it. But without the skin covered in dust and soot. His hands was not full of blood, gripping his wand with his white knuckles.
Beside him, in the mirror, there was Nymphadora. Bright and vivid pink, a playful smile dancing in her eyes, young and whole, laughing that familiar laugh that he so desired to hear. Very far from the Nymphadora standing beside him. Which was donned with mousy brown hair, with an exhausted look about her.
She was holding something. Remus scooted to see what it was. A thread leaped at his heart when he realized what it was. Because Oh joy! It was a child. A healthy baby boy, who's head was bright turquoise.
He saw himself in the mirror stand closer to them, to wrap a protective arm around the baby, and the other one on her shoulder.
The scene changed. The boy, now five, was running in the moors towards his mother, who had her arms opened wide in welcome. When he went into her arms, she ruffled the boy's hair with both her hands. Remus was sitting quietly outside the house, a very content smile donned on his face. Tonks waved to him to join the fray. He did not wish to. He was too tired. But he found himself taking off his shoes, and feeling the cold turf beneath his feet. And it was good. He stepped towards them.
"What do you see?" asked Tonks again.
"I see both of us. You are holding a child."
"What's his hair colour?"
"Turquoise."
"I see the same."
Her hand went down to clasp his hand. This time, Remus did not pull it out.
Title: The Mirror of Erised
Rating & Warnings: PG
Word Count/Art Medium:
Prompt(s):
Prompt 2. So what am I so afraid of?
I'm afraid that I'm not sure of
A love there is no cure for.
David Cassidy - I Think I Love You
Prompt 24. "It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Prompt 40. Turquoise and pink
Summary: Remus looks into the deepest desires of his heart.
Notes: Hello. I heard from others that you are never a true fan of R and T ship if you don't write something pertaining to the Hospital Scene. So here is my own addition to the Hospital Scene archives. - faerieMagic07
Her footsteps echoed as she walked outside the room, she was sure everyone could hear it. She felt the eyes of everyone behind her back watching her.
After putting all her efforts into stating her mind, she finally walked away from the Hospital Wing. The battle at the astronomy tower left her with less than enough energy, but as soon as she reached the door she still found herself breaking off into a run. Anywhere as long as she reach something quite secluded. She might have been running through the hallways, she was too much in turmoil to care.
She found a room good enough to be alone in, and decided to enter there; to find in a quiet corner where she can calm down in peace.
The room was dusty. But it did not make any difference because she was already covered in soot after fighting on the grounds.
But before she could collapse in sheer exhaustion, a glint of reflection from the moon caught her eye.
To her left, there stood, a lofty mirror that towered up to the ceiling.
Slowly, as if entranced by it, she stepped closer.
Engravings upon it wrote:
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
She stood herself in front of the mirror.
"The mirror of Erised," Remus whispered behind her. Tonks blinked.
"What do you see?" said Tonks quietly, breaking the comfortable silence.
He stepped beside her and looked inside the mirror. He was reflected in it. But without the skin covered in dust and soot. His hands was not full of blood, gripping his wand with his white knuckles.
Beside him, in the mirror, there was Nymphadora. Bright and vivid pink, a playful smile dancing in her eyes, young and whole, laughing that familiar laugh that he so desired to hear. Very far from the Nymphadora standing beside him. Which was donned with mousy brown hair, with an exhausted look about her.
She was holding something. Remus scooted to see what it was. A thread leaped at his heart when he realized what it was. Because Oh joy! It was a child. A healthy baby boy, who's head was bright turquoise.
He saw himself in the mirror stand closer to them, to wrap a protective arm around the baby, and the other one on her shoulder.
The scene changed. The boy, now five, was running in the moors towards his mother, who had her arms opened wide in welcome. When he went into her arms, she ruffled the boy's hair with both her hands. Remus was sitting quietly outside the house, a very content smile donned on his face. Tonks waved to him to join the fray. He did not wish to. He was too tired. But he found himself taking off his shoes, and feeling the cold turf beneath his feet. And it was good. He stepped towards them.
"What do you see?" asked Tonks again.
"I see both of us. You are holding a child."
"What's his hair colour?"
"Turquoise."
"I see the same."
Her hand went down to clasp his hand. This time, Remus did not pull it out.