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 waived 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.J.K. Rowling – Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone
- Sophia: Mommy, what is ache?
- Mommy: it means pain, Sophia. Like a headache means a painful head. Or heartache means
- S: a hurt feeling
- M: yes
- S: so what does Harry’s ache means?
- M: imagine that you have not even seen a photo of your parents since you were born, how will you feel?
- S: I will also feel an ache in my heart
I need to look in the mirror of erised, sometimes I get confused about what I truly desire. Are you clear on yours?