But, the most beautiful part about Harry was his eyes. Tony had never seen eyes like that before. A set of beautiful emeralds, and he wasn’t exaggerating on the emerald shade. Now, Tony had green eyes and knew how the color could shift depending on the light source, but Harry’s eyes? Pure emeralds, a shade only possible from Mother Magic. In the magical world, eyes could be varied in color and saturation, and didn’t always follow rules of genetics depending on several factors. But Harry’s eyes were soulful in a way that Tony could not describe properly. It was the first thing you noticed when you looked at him. Not the high, well sculpted cheekbones or the sly smooth smile that came to him so naturally. But his eyes.