He was floating, he realised. And he didn't hurt anymore. But everywhere around him, he could hear crying.
They were lost he realised.
They couldn't go on.
"Too many died too early." A voice said.
Harry spun, looking for Dumbledore. He was sure it had been his voice. No one was there. He could hear all this noise, though!
"And, you, dear boy, among them."
Harry was confused now, and crying, pain was coming back, but he was dead.
He was dead.
There shouldn't be any pain..
"You can go back. But you must choose quickly. The blood magic that your mother used will end when your heart stops pumping."
Harry's head shot up.
"Go back? To when?"
"To when the blood magic was instigated." The voice was urgent.
"I'll know everything."
"Yes."
"I'll do it."
There was no hesitation. To see Hermione and Ron again, and Sirius...
The sensation that followed was like being pulled through the floo, multiple portkeys at once and side-along apparition, to suddenly not be moving at all.
Harry found himself in a horribly familiar place.
"Not Harry, no not Harry!"
A thud as his mother's body hit the floor.
And green light, lots and lots and lots of green light.
And then, Harry started crying. Screaming, wailing and shaking. He crawled awkwardly towards his mother's still warm body, and grieved.