Mock Me

A/N: A response to the WIKTT 100-Word Challenge. Angsty. Dark.

He couldn't do it. At forty-one, Severus Snape couldn't bear to look in the mirror anymore. Pain clouded his vision.

Because all he ever saw was her.

Alive, healthy, glowing. Beautiful. In his arms.

But that was impossible these days… because the war was over…

And she was dead.

His Hermione had been struck down by a hex lobbed from the side of light. Harry Potter had accidentally murdered his best friend.

Looking up again, the Potions Master reached out to her.

But all he felt was cold, smooth glass.

The Mirror of Erised mocked him.

The World mocked him.