Hanging a Certain Faceless Dark-Eyed Man from a Streetlamp

"Emmm... a mirror?" Ron murmured, looking at Kane as if he were looking at a personal chef.

"Can't you two step a little closer?" Kane gently shoved Harry and Ron forward. In an instant, Harry's mouth, which had been about to complain about Kane dragging them here in the middle of the night, fell shut.

"Th-This... who are they?" Harry asked blankly. Ron also leaned in curiously, but he saw nothing. After all, the Mirror of Erised could only process one person's desires at a time.

Otherwise, if it processed two people at once, Harry's mother might become Hogwarts' male student council president and crouch down to embrace Harry affectionately?

Harry noticed Ron's eagerness as well. He shifted aside and gave Ron the entire mirror, while turning to Kane. "I... what is this mirror?"

"It lets you see what you desire most deep down. You saw...?"

Harry swallowed. "I think... they were my family."

"Ah... family. How wonderful." Kane sighed, backing up a few steps before sitting on a desk in the corner.

"Is that what you wanted to see? That what Harry loved most was family?" Kane knew Dumbledore was sitting beside him. He asked softly.

"What Harry saw in there, and who they were to him, isn't what matters most. Whether it is family, friends, or lovers, none of that matters. What matters most is love." Dumbledore's voice sounded beside Kane's ear, while Harry and Ron, not far away, remained completely unaware.

"Harry has never felt love since childhood. I thought he might desire something more practical, but now it seems... he truly is a very good child." After speaking, Dumbledore gently nudged Kane's shoulder.

"It is time to pull him away from that pitiful illusion. People must always embrace reality."

Kane shook his head. "It's not some