Magic In His Eyes

"Harry?" John asked in a wavering voice, and Agent Potter turned around to face him slowly, clasping his hands behind his back as the right corner of his lips tilted up, eyes warming noticeably as a soft snort left his nose, and he stood at attention, saluting the Sheriff jokingly. "Hey, John," he greeted, waving his right hand. "It's been a while." WARNINGS IN THE FIRST CHAPTER