A/N : I do NOT own anything Harry Potter. The wonderful JK Rowling does.
Harry Potter had been wandering around the Hogwarts castle after the terrible war that took place. All the rubble of the castle had blocked most of the rooms, but he was determined to walk around the castle, admiring how it still stood after all the destruction that buried it.
He walked into an empty classroom and shut the door. He wanted to be alone with the castle that he called home. Or used to.
No. he thought. This is still my home.
What caught in the corner of his eye was a mirror, a mirror that he was quite fond of. The Mirror of Erised. He slowly walked up to the mirror to see what he saw now, what his true, most deepest desire.
What he saw brought tears to his eyes. Not only was his parents were there, but the people that died for him, the people that Harry cared most for, Sirius, Fred, Remus, Tonks, Dobby, Hedwig, Dumbledore, and Snape. They were all smiling at him, well, Snape nodded, but they all had the same look. A look that said that they were all proud of him for what he did.
"I wish you were all here with me…" Harry managed to choke out through his tears.
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