To Dwell In Dreams
Title: To Dwell In Dreams 
Rating: G
Length: 1,100 words
First posted: 24th July 2007, in omniocular
Summary: There is danger in dwelling on past mistakes. DH-themed missing moment from PS/SS with Dumbledore and Snape.
Notes: Inspired by a question JKR was asked in an interview a few days before DH, and by the non-answer she was forced to give. :)
One glimpse was his undoing.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Dumbledore found that he could not help himself; regardless of the sage counsel he had offered others, the long-held, oft-suppressed desire was overwhelming. Though the flickering torchlight offered little illumination for the room around him, what could be seen in those tantalising depths as he stood and stared was clear and bright.
Truly tantalising, he knew; for this vision was not truth, but merely a dream, something he could see but never again touch. He had once, as a youth, hoped to discover how to make such a dream reality; but he had lost the reality only when he began to dream of doing so. The only knowledge the vision offered him was the cruel understanding that he had never succeeded, and should never have tried.
Nonetheless, he knew only too well the lure of such visions and dreams. He allowed himself to dwell there; to see them once again as they had been, to see her as she might have been, happy and smiling and safe -- sitting amid them all, surrounded by the printed patterns he remembered with fond amusement, practising the Muggle pastime she had so enjoyed even as a child, and which had become a comfort to her, a calming influence as an adolescent.
He could not have said how long he stood there, but he knew it was too long for wisdom. Nevertheless, he continued to stare into the dream vision until a welcome shadow passed across him, breaking the moment.
"You sent for me, Headmaster?"
He looked away from the Mirror, his feelings at the interruption a familiar mixture of reluctance and relief, and turned to the man at his side. "Yes, Severus. In the light of what happened on Hallowe'en, I feel the need of additional protection for the Stone. I intend to add another obstacle of my own." Seeing the other's raised eyebrows, he added, "At my request, an old friend has loaned me this excellent mirror to place in the last chamber. It has ... interesting properties, shall we say."
"I see." Professor Snape did not, in fact, look as if he did. "And I am required because ..."
"Once I have passed through your ingenious challenge, I will need to replenish the potions." Snape nodded in understanding. "It might be advisable to place a Refilling Charm on the bottles, I suppose. Doubtless I shall need to visit again." Dumbledore took pains to keep his voice light, a distraction for himself as much as for Snape, using conversation to keep his mind away from dreams and visions.
"Very well. Do you need my assistance with this ... mirror?"
"Oh, I imagine I shall be able to manage by myself. Although I do confess, I wish I had thought of this before. As I think you have discovered, getting past Fluffy --" Snape scowled, whether at the reminder or simply at the name was unclear "-- is a delicate operation. And I have no reason to suppose our other colleagues have made things any more straightforward -- not least for one transporting such a cumbersome object."
Snape was silent for a moment as he digested this. "What does it do?" he asked abruptly. "Or is that too a secret?" He glanced at the frame, and then his eyes widened in understanding as he read the inscription.
Dumbledore smiled. "You seem to have worked the answer out for yourself, as is your ..."
He trailed off. Snape was staring into the Mirror, his hands jerking as if he were restraining himself from reaching out to touch what he saw there, and for a fleeting moment there was an expression of terrible longing on his face.
Dumbledore sighed in understanding, and placed a gentle hand on the younger man's shoulder. "I think you see what I see, Severus," he said quietly.
"I hardly think so, Dumbledore!"
"Oh, the faces we see may be different. But those we have loved and yet been unable to protect ... never give us rest." Snape looked at him with sudden intense curiosity, but he shook his head in discouragement. Now was not the time to discuss the matter, if indeed there ever came such a time. "And I would advise you -- even if sometimes I fail to take my own advice! -- do not dwell in dreams and forget to live."
"Really? Nor dwell in the past, and so forget my wounds?" replied Snape bitterly. "What choice do I have? There is no spell to bring them back." When Dumbledore did not immediately reply, he added, "Oh, of course, that other Stone. One of the so-called Hallows of legend, none of which I ever expect to see in reality."
Dumbledore hesitated for a fraction of a second, but fortunately Snape had turned away and could not see his face, not hear the older man say to himself, "Once I thought I saw it ... in a memory not my own." He shook his head and made the effort to speak in his normal tones. "Severus, be reasonable. You have now seen what this Mirror does. It has driven men to madness -- and for much the same reasons as the Hallow would have done, if the legends were true."
Snape's lips quirked into an unwilling smile. "Perhaps it is as well that neither of us possess it, then," he said. "I, for one, could not trust myself not to use it."
"Nor I." The admission was wrenched from him, and again there was that intent stare from the other, and again he forced levity into his voice. "I think you are correct, Severus -- we are two most untrustworthy people. And --" he said briskly "-- I think we will both feel more at ease if this mirror does not remain here any longer than absolutely necessary. Please fetch the potions, and meet me on the third floor."
Snape glanced once more at the Mirror, then nodded and left abruptly.
Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand and twirled it in his fingers, and as the Mirror of Erised rose into the air and began to float across the room, he caught one more glimpse in its depths of his sister, of his brother, of his mother, of himself; and as he swiftly turned his head away from the vision he saw that the dream version of himself held in his hands yet another of the steady stream of small tokens Ariana had knitted to present to them as loving gifts; unwanted by him then, ached for now.
Additional Notes:
The question was "what would Snape see in the Mirror of Erised?". When wondering how he might have actually seen the Mirror, this sort of occasion came to mind as a possibility, and on reflection what he saw there bore certain resemblances to what Dumbledore would probably see.
I'd vaguely worked out a way of explaining his 'socks' reference before (a Muggle wife who had been killed by Grindelwald's people) -- with a bit of adaptation it fitted nicely with the Ariana backstory!
The original version only lasted a few days before being contradicted by a JKR interview which said the Dumbledore would see all his family around him, presumably healthy -- not just Ariana who had taken up knitting to calm her! Modified slightly here to take that into account and imply that Ariana had always been a knitter, even as a young kid.
Rating: G
Length: 1,100 words
First posted: 24th July 2007, in omniocular
Summary: There is danger in dwelling on past mistakes. DH-themed missing moment from PS/SS with Dumbledore and Snape.
Notes: Inspired by a question JKR was asked in an interview a few days before DH, and by the non-answer she was forced to give. :)
One glimpse was his undoing.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Dumbledore found that he could not help himself; regardless of the sage counsel he had offered others, the long-held, oft-suppressed desire was overwhelming. Though the flickering torchlight offered little illumination for the room around him, what could be seen in those tantalising depths as he stood and stared was clear and bright.
Truly tantalising, he knew; for this vision was not truth, but merely a dream, something he could see but never again touch. He had once, as a youth, hoped to discover how to make such a dream reality; but he had lost the reality only when he began to dream of doing so. The only knowledge the vision offered him was the cruel understanding that he had never succeeded, and should never have tried.
Nonetheless, he knew only too well the lure of such visions and dreams. He allowed himself to dwell there; to see them once again as they had been, to see her as she might have been, happy and smiling and safe -- sitting amid them all, surrounded by the printed patterns he remembered with fond amusement, practising the Muggle pastime she had so enjoyed even as a child, and which had become a comfort to her, a calming influence as an adolescent.
He could not have said how long he stood there, but he knew it was too long for wisdom. Nevertheless, he continued to stare into the dream vision until a welcome shadow passed across him, breaking the moment.
"You sent for me, Headmaster?"
He looked away from the Mirror, his feelings at the interruption a familiar mixture of reluctance and relief, and turned to the man at his side. "Yes, Severus. In the light of what happened on Hallowe'en, I feel the need of additional protection for the Stone. I intend to add another obstacle of my own." Seeing the other's raised eyebrows, he added, "At my request, an old friend has loaned me this excellent mirror to place in the last chamber. It has ... interesting properties, shall we say."
"I see." Professor Snape did not, in fact, look as if he did. "And I am required because ..."
"Once I have passed through your ingenious challenge, I will need to replenish the potions." Snape nodded in understanding. "It might be advisable to place a Refilling Charm on the bottles, I suppose. Doubtless I shall need to visit again." Dumbledore took pains to keep his voice light, a distraction for himself as much as for Snape, using conversation to keep his mind away from dreams and visions.
"Very well. Do you need my assistance with this ... mirror?"
"Oh, I imagine I shall be able to manage by myself. Although I do confess, I wish I had thought of this before. As I think you have discovered, getting past Fluffy --" Snape scowled, whether at the reminder or simply at the name was unclear "-- is a delicate operation. And I have no reason to suppose our other colleagues have made things any more straightforward -- not least for one transporting such a cumbersome object."
Snape was silent for a moment as he digested this. "What does it do?" he asked abruptly. "Or is that too a secret?" He glanced at the frame, and then his eyes widened in understanding as he read the inscription.
Dumbledore smiled. "You seem to have worked the answer out for yourself, as is your ..."
He trailed off. Snape was staring into the Mirror, his hands jerking as if he were restraining himself from reaching out to touch what he saw there, and for a fleeting moment there was an expression of terrible longing on his face.
Dumbledore sighed in understanding, and placed a gentle hand on the younger man's shoulder. "I think you see what I see, Severus," he said quietly.
"I hardly think so, Dumbledore!"
"Oh, the faces we see may be different. But those we have loved and yet been unable to protect ... never give us rest." Snape looked at him with sudden intense curiosity, but he shook his head in discouragement. Now was not the time to discuss the matter, if indeed there ever came such a time. "And I would advise you -- even if sometimes I fail to take my own advice! -- do not dwell in dreams and forget to live."
"Really? Nor dwell in the past, and so forget my wounds?" replied Snape bitterly. "What choice do I have? There is no spell to bring them back." When Dumbledore did not immediately reply, he added, "Oh, of course, that other Stone. One of the so-called Hallows of legend, none of which I ever expect to see in reality."
Dumbledore hesitated for a fraction of a second, but fortunately Snape had turned away and could not see his face, not hear the older man say to himself, "Once I thought I saw it ... in a memory not my own." He shook his head and made the effort to speak in his normal tones. "Severus, be reasonable. You have now seen what this Mirror does. It has driven men to madness -- and for much the same reasons as the Hallow would have done, if the legends were true."
Snape's lips quirked into an unwilling smile. "Perhaps it is as well that neither of us possess it, then," he said. "I, for one, could not trust myself not to use it."
"Nor I." The admission was wrenched from him, and again there was that intent stare from the other, and again he forced levity into his voice. "I think you are correct, Severus -- we are two most untrustworthy people. And --" he said briskly "-- I think we will both feel more at ease if this mirror does not remain here any longer than absolutely necessary. Please fetch the potions, and meet me on the third floor."
Snape glanced once more at the Mirror, then nodded and left abruptly.
Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand and twirled it in his fingers, and as the Mirror of Erised rose into the air and began to float across the room, he caught one more glimpse in its depths of his sister, of his brother, of his mother, of himself; and as he swiftly turned his head away from the vision he saw that the dream version of himself held in his hands yet another of the steady stream of small tokens Ariana had knitted to present to them as loving gifts; unwanted by him then, ached for now.
Additional Notes:
The question was "what would Snape see in the Mirror of Erised?". When wondering how he might have actually seen the Mirror, this sort of occasion came to mind as a possibility, and on reflection what he saw there bore certain resemblances to what Dumbledore would probably see.
I'd vaguely worked out a way of explaining his 'socks' reference before (a Muggle wife who had been killed by Grindelwald's people) -- with a bit of adaptation it fitted nicely with the Ariana backstory!
The original version only lasted a few days before being contradicted by a JKR interview which said the Dumbledore would see all his family around him, presumably healthy -- not just Ariana who had taken up knitting to calm her! Modified slightly here to take that into account and imply that Ariana had always been a knitter, even as a young kid.