My knuckles hit the wood three times before I stepped back and bit my lip. I felt Harry slip his fingers between my own and squeeze just before the dark oak wood door swung open. A gust of warm air flew past us and it smelt like home. I smiled as my eyes met my mums, the vibrant blue in her eyes that I had inherited became watery the moment our gaze met. She stood at my height with long dark hair down to her waist she hadn't bothered to cut in years.
"Cryssy!" I couldn't help but chuckle as she tugged me into a tight embrace, "it's been much too long darling" she whispered, squeezing my shoulders a bit tighter.
"I know mum, Sorry I haven't called"
"You should be, I've been going mad without hearing my baby girls voice. All I've got to hear around here is the old man yappin' about the ga
