But James looked as if he had been putting the pieces together, "You're my son, from the future, and Lily's."
Harry nodded, "What gave it away?"
"You mean aside from the fact that you look like my clone and said Lily's love saved you? Your eyes. You transfigured your eyes to be blue I'm guessing, but now they are emerald green, just like Lily's," he sounded calm. "Is this why your Patronus is a stag? Because of me?"
Harry nodded.
The female Auror beside Newt asked, "A mirror? How does a mirror take you back in time?" She had an American accent.
"Athena's Mirror," Dumbledore breathed, "My friend was going to gift it to me. But he said it had broken. The shattered pieces dissolved so he couldn't even repair it. It is legended to be from Ancient Greece, a gift from the Goddess Athena to the God Apollo. It was intended as a one way ticket for him to rewrite the past."
"A mirror?" the American Auror repeated, "We found mirror shards in Ollivander's shop, where his wand should be."
"You have my wand?" Harry asked sharply.
She pulled it out of her robes, and he accioed it from her hand, wandlessly, wordlessly, and he thrilled at the warmth that greeted him when his fingers caught the Holly.
He met the witch's startled brown gaze. "Thank you," he breathed.
"But the mirror doesn't work," Dumbledore said. "The literature said that Athena's owl was the only one who could activate it, and the owl found the god less than worthy."
Hoot.
They all turned to look at the snowy owl perched on the bookshelf.
Hedwig looked down at them all with reproachful amber eyes. She hooted softly.
She glided down to perch on Harry's shoulder, and nuzzled the side of his cheek.
Newt threw his head back and laughed.