Disclaimer: I don't own it, never have and never will.

My response to the 100 word SS/HG Mirror of Erised Challenge

"Hermione, inform the Order I'm being summoned," grimaced Snape. Black robes dashed down the hall, head turning briefly for a silent goodbye. Anger and sadness permanently etched on his countenance.

She followed him through the catacombs watching him slip into the darkness, perhaps never to return.

She held her hand to her forehead feeling tired and old, hating what they made him do. A familiar motion at the far end of an adjacent passageway beckoned to her. It was only a mirror. "Can I make him this happy?" she considered, entranced by a laughing Severus swinging her off her feet.