Chapter twelve: The Mirror of Erised

She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes - her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harry’s did.
Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.
‘Mum?’ he whispered. 'Dad?’
They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry’s knobbly knees - Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.
The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.

@adv3nturelust hit me with a SD&S.

Killing it at the gym today. Deadlifts and back.

Doing sets with 290lbs on deadlifts and pulling 170lbs with lat pull downs. I’m impressed with my strength lately. Shout out to one of my best friends and pretty much physical trainer.

Tagging @swole-knight-rises @theblack-titan @a-mandarin @zarafah @twotontwentyone @thewalfofwoodstreet @seanopher

[Im so deep in BMC hell that I just reinacted Michael in the Bathroom as it played, lip singing along, energetically. -mod c]