Shattered: Lucius/Snape
There was a tale he had been told, once. Of demons that had created a mirror- a mirror so large that it took hundreds of them to carry it. That the mirror twisted everything, that each reflection was a hideous mockery of the thing that looked into it. Black became white, ugly became beautiful, good, bad…
That was how Lucius viewed Severus; his twisted, marred reflection.
Severus felt the same about him.
Of course, in the story, the demons tried to take the mirror to heaven. Of course, in the story, the mirror couldn’t stand to reflect something so good.
Of course, in the story, the mirror shattered.
One day, Snape saw that Harry had grown up. And that Lucius never had.
The mirror shattered.
That was how Lucius viewed Severus; his twisted, marred reflection.
Severus felt the same about him.
Of course, in the story, the demons tried to take the mirror to heaven. Of course, in the story, the mirror couldn’t stand to reflect something so good.
Of course, in the story, the mirror shattered.
One day, Snape saw that Harry had grown up. And that Lucius never had.
The mirror shattered.