2 Years Later
Harry's POV
My reflection in the mirror, is much different than it was 2 years ago the bags under my eyes have disappeared, my skin is now completely covered in tattoos. I guess I finally understand why to the two most important women, well three now, think that I am a beautiful piece of art. I'm a canvas painted with black, white, and gray. Every swirl, every face, flower, and line all have a meaning. Even though my mother, is some place better I'm sure she still thinks the same of me as she did before she passed.
Somehow I feel her presence, I feel as if she's standing right beside me, smiling. As if she helping me fix my tie as make it into a perfect bow. I can hear her laugh fill my ears from when I was a little boy and she was chasing me around the yard. We'd fall t
