Art to Film: The Mirror of ErisedThere he was, reflected in it, white and scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, were at least ten others. A woman standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving.. She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes — her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green — exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just as Harry’s did.“Mom?” he whispered. “Dad?”Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.