Anabiosis: A return to life after death

He felt her arms around his frame, but didn't feel the joy that came with holding her. He felt the cool breeze on his closed eyes, but didn't realize this was a happy calm moment.

His mind traveled back in time, shooting back to the flashes of green light, the expressionless faces of the dearly departed, Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Colin, his mind flashed through his class mates, friends, people who were practically his family.

"You're thinking about it again," Ginny no longer stated it as a question, "You know it's over Harry. You have to move on."

Harry didn't answer his girlfriend. He just lay there, watching her red hair flash in the bright sunlight, a brand of fire against the cool blue sky.

Looking anywhere but Ginny's eyes, he peered down the slope of the hill, stopping to watch his godson playing in the illuminated green grass at the feet on his grandmother. Harry watched Andromeda in her rocking chair, back and forth, creak, creak, creak. She seemed to have aged years since the end of the war.

Her daughter was dead. Her husband was dead. And still she carried on, her weathered hands clasped to the handles of the rocking chair, content to watch her grandson play in the grass, reaching after butterflies, cooing, and giggling excitedly as his skin turned from purple to blue to red.

Harry looked back to Ginny and said, "Maybe you're right. Maybe it's time to move on."

And he finally felt the sunshine on his face.