Putting the guitar down, Harry moved towards the vanity mirror on the wall. His reflection stared back at him, the familiar glasses perched on his nose and his hair a messy mop of raven locks. He noticed a few strands of grey woven into the dark strands, a reminder of the years that had passed. His green eyes, once full of youthful mischief, now held a depth that only came with age and experience, laughter wrinkles etching their way at the corners.