Shattered
Ginny sat, staring at the mirror which had destroyed her carefully crafted delusions in a matter of seconds. The Mirror of Erised was showing her everything she didn’t want to see. She didn’t have any idea how it had gotten into her parent’s basement, but that wasn’t the point, was it?
Her hand curled into a fist, fingernails scraping the dusty concrete floor. Her pale reflection stared at her, the only colour her shock of ginger hair. As she watched, he stepped closer, staring down at her huddled form. Smiling, he lifted her up, turning her to face her nightmares, her dreams, her wishes.
“Tom.” The whisper was broken. A compulsive hand reached out and stroked his figure. The image shimmered, and Tom looked up. Her sneered into her eyes, then pushed Ginny away suddenly. Ginny felt the rejection down to the grain in her bones, the shove almost physical.
Ginny’s reflection lay still, blood pouring out of her skull, obviously dead. Tom stared into Ginny’s eyes, then at the Ginny at his feet. His eyes were cold as he purposely turned and walked away.
Still in her daze, Ginny didn’t realise how disturbing the scene should have been. Instead of worrying that her greatest desire was to be killed by Tom, she was staring desperately at his back, eyes clinging to his frame.
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