Severus Snape gazed upon the mirror.
Drawing in a sharp breath at what he saw.
Beautiful, surrounded by three small black haired girls, and him standing behind her gazing at her with all the love he felt.
This is what he desired.
A family who loved him.
Maybe one day he would have his desires fulfilled, until then he turned fleeing the room, returning to his cold, dark dungeons.
Maybe one day the young, vibrant Hermione would be his.
Until then he’d dream of what he saw and hope happiness would one day be his.
He could only hope.