Through the Looking-Glass



The magnificent mirror in his library is puzzling to visitors, for Severus Snape is hardly a vain man. But he doesn’t see himself in its glass. In it, he sees her.

A purposeful woman as she prepares for her day. A studious woman as she devours thick tomes. An unconsciously graceful woman as she cooks. A beautiful woman as she bathes.

He sees all, hopeless longing overtaking every remnant of his scruples.

Then he sees her despair as her heart bleeds through her tears.

Now there’s only a palm print on the pristine glass— and two figures in its reflection.

---

When I first posted this drabble, I hadn't realised quite how open to interpretation I'd left it; I certainly had a very definite idea of what is going on. After several comments, I learned differently. (^_^;) Still, I've decided to leave it as it is, but share my view of events iif anyone asks.