Harry saw a young woman with reddish-brown hair standing before him.
The woman had beautiful green eyes that seemed vaguely familiar, as though he had seen them in a dream, and a face that felt especially familiar.
Beside her stood a young man with black hair and glasses. Both were smiling at him, their smiles so gentle.
An unprecedented feeling of tenderness rose from deep within Harry, making him feel warm and comfortable from the inside out.
Suddenly, a dazzling flash of green light flared, and the scene before him, which had filled him with such warmth, shattered and collapsed in an instant.
"Ah!"
Harry's eyes flew open. Before him was a stretch of snow-white wall-well, it should have been the ceiling.
Harry had been here before, after an injury during Quidditch practice. This was the Hogwarts Hospital Wing!
"Good afternoon, Harry!" A voice filled with delight sounded beside him. Harry turned his head and saw Dumbledore, his hair and beard white, smiling as he greeted him.
"Professor..." Harry was somewhat bewildered, unable to take it in for a moment. Only after quite a while did his memories gradually return, and he remembered everything that had happened. Instinctively, he raised his right hand.
Huh?
The right arm he remembered being severed at the shoulder was still there.
In fact, his right shoulder was smooth and fair, and the skin of his right hand was soft and tender. They were exactly as he remembered them before the injury. There was not even the slightest scar where he remembered the wound being.
Am I dreaming?
But why aren't I wearing any clothes?
Harry looked suspicious.
Did I get too excited after the exams, then get high at the feast?
Harry had heard about the children of Uncle Vernon's relatives blacking out from