Harry woke on the cold forest floor, leaves in his hair, a dull ache in his chest. Above him, the stars were coming out.
The stone grew warm. The white void shattered into a thousand glittering shards, and Harry was suddenly standing in a ruined cottage. Godric’s Hollow. Christmas Eve. A baby’s crib in the corner. hp safe mode
In the distance, he heard Hagrid’s sobs and the heavy tread of Death Eaters approaching. But Harry felt no fear. Only a strange, quiet certainty. Harry woke on the cold forest floor, leaves