"Whenever you wish." James responded, grin softening into something gentler. He reached out for Harry's hand —something Harry obliged easily— and pressed a kiss to the fist that had locked around the mirror. "Whenever you should need us." He promised. Harry raised his other arm, groaning slightly when James tugged him and Regulus over easily. He stayed like that for a moment, sandwiched and smothered between his parents, locked down so tightly he could barely move. He stayed like that and relished the scent of herbs and the outside and the scent of Cynefin that seemed to linger in the air —a mixture of Regulus" garden, and freshly done laundry and the numerous spices James cooked with. He breathed in the scent of home and the feeling of home and locked it tightly away in his chest.