Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
I apologise now for any spelling mistakes, the idea just popped up in my head and I have no way of spell checking it as I'm writing on my phone because I'm in Spain right now.
Harry sighed as he turned a corner in Hogwarts. His talk with the Fifth Years didn't start for another hour and he couldn't go home until after it, meaning he wouldn't get to see his wife and three children for three hours. As he looked around Hogwarts he remembered all the adventures he had had with Hermione and Ron. Although he missed these times on ocasion he was glad they had passed. It wasn't long before Harry came upon a dead end, where there was an old-fashioned door with rusted hinges yet with a door handle that was obviously polished. The Auror and Gryfindor in him sparked curiousty so he turned the handle. Inside was something Harry hadn't seen since he was eleven, it was the Mirror of Erised. Knowing the function of the object Harry went and stood in front of it. What he saw made him smile with happiness. He quickly checked the time and realised he needed to be in the classroom in ten minutes and he hurried off.
The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is.
