John Constantine and The Useless Magic Rock

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John didn't want to get up yet.

Staying up that late was a bad idea.
No, staying up that late then deciding to sleep, was a bad idea.

He did hope that the kid was in better spirits now, he's had a tendency to pop people's bubbles through out the years.

"A mirror?"

Harry shrugged when he looked over to him.

Being the Gryffindor he is, the ebony haired boy started making his way up to it.

But something happened........the expressions Harry possessed changed rapidly.
To curiosity, to confusion and into joy.

But why?
All John could see was Harry's reflection.

"Uh.......Harry?"

The kid reluctantly tore his now glossy eyes from the glass, looking to John mystified.

"What's up? You alright there mate? 'cause-I don't see what you are...."

Harry scrunched his nose a bit, "I-it's my parents.......I don't know how though....."

"Your parents mate?"

He nodded, raising a hand to the mirror, his gaze above his own reflection.

John had heard around that the kid's parents were gone, and now they're visible in a mirror of all things?

Perhaps it's a cursed object.
Not the first one John would've come across.

Coming up next to Harry, John inspected the glass himself; staring into the object deeply for something to happen.

Soon enough, behind the two, shapes began to swirl and form.

John felt his throat close.

No......it wasn't possible!

With his heart squeezed tightly, he parted his eyes from the sight.

What was in the mirror couldn't ever happen.
Period.

Being a detective of the occult, he had a job to do.

John decided to investigate.
The blonde began searching over the corners and frames of the glass mystery.

Something written at the top drew his attention.....some of the words looked a little backwards to him.....

He narrowed his eyes in concentration, trying to connect the puzzle into a sentence that made sense.

Harry couldn't believe it.......that's what his parents looked like.....

Bright and fiery hair, his green eyes, and a pretty smile looking down at him.
His Mother.

His dark and ruffled hair, light blue eyes with glasses of his own. The man held an expression of compassion.
His Father.

Oh how he wished they were out of that mirror!
How were they there in the first place?
Didn't they..........

They couldn't be real.......could they?

"I Will Not Show Your Face, But Your Heart's Desire."