“How did you know?” the boy asked for the umpteenth time, looking in awe as his Grandpa placed the rusted chalice into his canvas sack to accompany the tin can and old coin.
“I’m a Magician,” his Grandpa chuckled. “And you’re a wizard Harry.”
Once again, the boy’s face lit up in pure joy, and he laughed the kind of laugh that starts in the lungs and works its way through the whole body. He loved the boy dearly, and it was just pure coincidence that his name was the same as his favourite movie character.
Looking down at the boy, Grandpa's heart sang.
Pushing death aside, he added more wrinkles to his face.
A tear of joy flowed from crease to crease before disappearing into his stubbly beard. He had lived a long and full life, but in that moment, in that instant, he could not think of a time when he had felt so much love.
This would be another of those days that he added to the many ‘best days of my life’ family album that he kept locked in his memory box.
They continued walking across the field.
Once the giggles had made their way out of his body, Harry asked again, “How did you know it was there?”
“Come on Buddy, back to the Muggles,” meaning the rest of the family.
“Let the lad learn about the metal detector boots I invented once I’m gone”, he thought,. “No need to spoil the magic of childhood.”