Harry stood before the mirror, as he had done over a decade ago, palms sweating and eyes on the ground, waiting to look up and see what the mirror had for him and his family. He had hold of Ginny s hand on one side and Lily clutched his other hand, pointing into the mirror excitedly. James and Albus stared into the hazy, ancient glass, each trying to look more uninterested than the other. Harry flickered his eyes upwards and returned them quickly back to the ground. He was reluctant to have brought his family here. He had long ago been told of men wasting away before the mirror, craving and brooding their lives away. An overwhelming sense of curiosity swept over him as he thought about what he had glimpsed up at. He looked back up at the glass and saw nothing more than his own reflection. He saw himself blessed, blessed with a beautiful wife and three perfect children and he knew that for the first time in his life, he was truly happy.