He passed bed number eight and slowly came up to number nine. There in the bed was a man who looked exactly like the boy standing in front of him, except for his hazel eyes and the fact that he was about 20 years older. The man sat up in bed and looked up expectantly, yet confusedly, at Harry.

            “Hey, Dad,” Harry said in a hushed tone as he met the man’s eyes. “Happy Christmas. I brought you a present.”