Harry woke on the cold forest floor, leaves in his hair, a dull ache in his chest. Above him, the stars were coming out.
Harry didn’t remember dying.
He sat up slowly. The Resurrection Stone lay beside him, now cold and gray—spent. He pocketed it anyway. 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
She reached out, and her hand passed through his chest like light through glass. Harry felt a click —like a key turning in a lock. The cottage faded. The white void returned, then collapsed into darkness. He sat up slowly
He stood up, brushed off his robes, and walked toward the sound of Voldemort’s voice.
