"Merlin's beard, look! They're alive! The Resurrection Stone is real—the legend is true!"
In Amosta's Headmaster's office, Phineas Black, hanging on the wall, pointed at Lily and shouted in astonishment.
Aside from Dumbledore, the former Hogwarts headmasters in the other portraits reacted much like Phineas. Their flustered faces were filled with helplessness as they pointed at Lily Potter and cried out.
Indeed—
Everyone in the office, whether human or conscious magical creation, could see it clearly.
Lily had wrapped Harry in her arms. They could even see her arms pressing against Harry's body, wrinkling his Wizard Robe.
"Headmaster Breen, the greatest headmaster in Hogwarts history, the greatest wizard of this age, the brightest star in the wizarding world!"
Phineas stared pleadingly at Amosta, who wore a gentle smile.
"Please, do it to me too!"
Alive—they were really alive?!
As though struck by a Petrification Curse, Harry remained dazed in Lily's embrace.
Already nearly as tall as Lily, Harry pressed his cheek against his mother's. The touch was real, warm.
Harry sniffed. Unfortunately, he couldn't smell his mother's scent.
But that didn't matter. He wanted to remain in this embrace forever—forever.
Unfortunately, that was impossible.
Lily released Harry. With boundless love in her heart, she greedily studied Harry, whose eyes had somehow become streaked with tears. Lily pursed her lips, swept her long hair behind her ears, and gently kissed Harry on the forehead. Her smile was warm.
"Hello, Harry."
"Ugh!"
Tears instantly blurred Harry's vision. He couldn't say anything, nor did he want to. He only... hugged his mother tightly.
"Looks like I'll have to wait my turn, Lily?"
James scratched his messy hair with a touch of boyishness.
"You can catch up with your old friends first, James—"
Again and again, Lily gently stroked Harry's hair.
"So, Sirius and