cllass. bright greehe same shape,
but theiced that she was g; smiling, but g at
the same time. the tall, thin, black-haired man stao
her put his arm around her. he wlasses, and his hair was very
untidy. it stuck up at the back, just as harrys did.
harry was so irror now that his nose was nearly
toug that of his refle.
”mom?” 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 harrys knobbly knees -- harry
was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.
the potters smiled a harry aared hungrily
back at them, his ha against the glass as though
he ing tht through it ahem. he had a
powerful kind of aside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.
how lohere, he didnt kions did not
fade and he looked ail a dista him back
to his senses. he t stay here, he had to find his way back
to bed. he tore his eyes away from his mothers face, whispered,
”ill e bad hurried from the room.
”you could have woken me up,” said ron, crossly.
”you e tonight, im going bat to show you
the mirror.
”id like to see your mom and dad,” ron said eagerly.
”and i want to see all your family, all the weasleys, youll
be able to show me your other brothers and everyone.”
”you see them any old time,” said ron. ”just y
house this summer. anyway, maybe it only shole. shame
about not findihough. have some baething,
why arent you eating anything?”
harry t eat. he had sees and would be seeing
them again tonight. he had almotten about flamel. it didnt
seem very important anymore. who cared what the three headed dog
was guarding? what did it matter if s, reall