A/N: While writing Mirror, Mirror, I often find the need to go back through the HARRY POTTER series in order to research various items that will make their way into the story at some point. The Mirror of Erised from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (or Philosopher's Stone if you prefer) was one such item.
While reading the scene where Harry is caught by Dumbledore having gone back to gaze into the Mirror yet again, I was drawn to Dumbledore's answer concerning what he might see upon looking into the Mirror. A lot of what Dumbledore says seems odd, including his answer to Harry's question. So, I couldn't help wondering if maybe his answer was truthful on a deeper level that Harry, being eleven and not really knowing the old wizard all that well, didn't quite comprehend.
And that's where this little drabble-y thing came from: a desire to demonstrate the possible deeper meaning in Dumbledore's words.
Disclaimer: This stuff, as always, is JKR's, and the first part of the following drabble is paraphrased from the first HARRY POTTER book.
What Do You See When You Look in the Mirror?
"What do you see when you look in the mirror?" Harry asked.
"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks," Dumbledore replied cryptically.
"One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."
It was only when he was back in bed that it struck Harry that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. But then, he thought, as he shoved Scabbers off his pillow, it had been quite a personal question.
"Happy Christmas, Albie!" Arianna Dumbledore called in a sing-song voice as she handed a rumpled package to her eldest brother, "I hope you like 'em, Ablie…I made 'em myself!"
Albus smiled at his little sister and quickly tore the wrapping off the gift she had given him, revealing a thick pair of hand-knitted woolen socks. They seemed a bit lopsided as far as socks went, but he gave his sister a bright smile and proceeded to put them on nonetheless.
"A perfect fit," Albus declared lifting up his foot and wiggling his toes within the warmth of the wool, "Thank you so much, Arianna."
The frail young girl threw herself into her brother's arms and hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad you like them, Albie! Now I have to give Abbie his gift…it's a hat for his goat," the girl declared with glee as she ran off in search of her other brother.
Long after Harry had left, Dumbledore returned to the room containing the Mirror of Erised, ignoring his own advice. It had been many years since he had allowed himself to gaze into its reflective surface.
The ancient wizard felt tears spring to his blue eyes as his reflection was quickly joined by the image of a young girl presenting him with a pair of lopsided grey woolen socks. He touched his hand briefly to the cold glass surface of the Mirror before turning away and leaving the chamber.
"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."