Mother and Son Reunited

Harry understood the truth behind why all users of the Resurrection Stone died.

Because if it is not used by the heir, then the resurrection that allows the soul to briefly return to the present world is not a recall.

Instead, they became one of them.

It wasn't him who called them here, but rather they who called him away.

At that moment, the user was essentially entering the realm of the dead.

Because of the deceased's love for the living, the deceased appeared on their own initiative.

Or it could be the deceased that the living want to see.

Their souls will not actually appear.

What appears is their projection, their true thoughts about this Afterlife.

But the truth is what hurts the most.

You will clearly realize a fact.

The beauty of the Afterlife means that death is not a loss, but a gain.

Reunion with deceased friends.

The separation caused by death will eventually disappear because you cherish the memory of the deceased.

Worse still, when you use the Resurrection Stone, your surroundings become an intersection between the Afterlife and the real world.

As a wizard, you can clearly feel the call and the beauty of death.

This Resurrection Stone is actually more like an advertisement for the Afterlife.

"But I'm different." Harry took a deep breath.

The Resurrection Stone seemed to sense its master's choice.

Like a little animal reluctantly rubbing against its owner, it slipped out of his palm and began to spin.

Changes in the surrounding environment.

The bumpy dirt road began to become smooth.

The faint sounds of wind and insects that I had previously noticed due to my overly acute senses have now disappeared.

It became completely silent.

Just like the smooth platform he chose to be on before Ryan spoke, in the dream world.

But something else was different; a bright, thin mist appeared.

But this fog was different from any he had ever seen before. It wasn't that the surrounding scenery was shrouded in cloud-like vapor, but rather that this cloud-like vapor hadn't yet formed the surrounding scenery.

The sensation under my feet has changed.

He was certain that he was now standing on a plane. A plane he had never experienced before.

No matter how flat the real world is, it can't give him this feeling.

It is white, neither hot nor cold, just an existence, something flat and empty.

However, he was not alarmed by all this strangeness.

On the contrary, he became even calmer.

He is in better condition now than he was at the Gaunt House.

Everything around him seemed to belong to him.

He did nothing simply because his intuition told him it wasn't necessary.

After a brief moment of surprise, he stared back at the spinning Resurrection Stone.

As the speed increased, he noticed wisps of cloud-like steam, identical to the surrounding environment, emanating from it.

Just as he had expected, as the steam increased, the scenery began to take shape.

There were more and more things to see, starting with the sunlight, followed by a huge circular glass roof that Winky in the sunlight.

The surroundings were no longer quiet; the screech of a train could be heard.

He began to turn around, and the surrounding scenery seemed to materialize before his eyes.

A vast, bright, and clean space, a hall much larger than the Great Hall, topped with a clear glass dome.

This place is like King's Cross Station.

It has never been as deserted as this place.

He was the only one.

Moreover, the train tracks were filled with that strange, steam-like fog.

There was nothing except the sound of a train coming this way.

But he could sense it. The train in that strange fog was coming for him.

This feeling is very real.

It was even more accurate than his current senses, which were sharper than an eagle's.

It was as if an invisible plastic rope was connecting him to what should have been a train, and it was loosening as the 'dirty' sound drew closer.

A long time passed, or perhaps no time at all. On the train tracks, in the thin mist, a deep red steam locomotive was parked beside the empty platform.

The sign on the train read: Little Hangleton, 2 PM.

Harry looked back and saw that the ticket gate had been replaced by a wrought iron archway with the words "Platform 9" written on it.

Thick smoke from the steam locomotive swirled in the empty hall, making it indistinguishable from King's Cross Station, except for the vanished chatter of the crowd.

But Harry wasn't paying attention to that now; the wisp of fiery red hair peeking out of the car window had captured his entire attention.

He ran straight towards the Iron Forged Archway, and the Resurrection Stone of the Floating Autobiography moved with him.

He rushed onto the train, ran through the empty carriages, and arrived at the last carriage in his memory, the one where he had just seen the fiery red hair.

He was certain he hadn't gone the wrong way, and as he got closer, the distance between him and the Resurrection Stone gradually shortened.

It seemed to become scalding hot, and the surrounding air seemed to be Transfiguration by the heat.

Harry knocked on the door hesitantly. The sliding door was pulled open from the inside with a whoosh.

That's his mother!

She sat there sideways, looking very young.

A radiant smile graced her face, and her long, beautiful hair was swept back from her head.

Those green eyes, exactly like Harry's, stared at Harry's face with insatiable hunger, as if they could never get enough of looking at him.

Lily said softly, "You're amazing! I heard you got married? And had a child with Molly Weasley?"

"How did you know?" Harry slowly approached, sat down beside his mother, and tentatively touched her hand.

Her hands were very warm, as if they were filled with the scent of sunshine.

"The world of the dead is vast, yet also very interconnected."

James and I have almost always been in contact with new members who have just entered our world.

We also got a lot of information from them.

At this point, her smile gradually faded.

"A lonely, abused childhood,"

His meteoric rise to fame after entering Hogwarts

He defeated Voldemort again, became friends with the Malfoy family boys, got engaged to Ginny, and became Champion of Hogwarts.

The forbidden fruit at the Halloween party, and the brilliant Transfiguration in the recent competition.

I know all of that.

I only just found out that Severus was an undercover agent.

It's been like this since her student days (this is from the Daily Prophet in this timeline, which she believed to be true).

James also said he would be very mean to you.

But clearly, James was wrong.

I learned from Wade in Yorkshire that Wade's grandson, who is also a Hogwarts student, said that Severus has a great fondness for you."

"Mom, let's go quickly." Harry interrupted her, thinking of his father, whom he had never met since he became conscious.

He felt that if things continued like this, something would go wrong.

"Harry, I don't intend to be resurrected." Seeing Harry's anxiety, Lily made a shushing gesture and continued, "You don't know, you have a brighter future in our world."

If you resurrect me, you want to get—"

"I know, isn't it just becoming the Bleach?"

Now that I possess the divine authority of the Resurrection Stone, I am only one step away from that position.

I could even change my final destination to your world, and I could ascend to the throne of gods right now.

"But I don't need it!" Harry grasped the Resurrection Stone, and the divine power that defied death began to operate.

On the sign, the word "Little Hangleton" gradually distorted at the final stop location, turning into "Hogwarts".