When he felt better, Harry went to work in the fields again. He enjoyed being able to take his mind off things. Sometimes he thought about the plant growing at the end of his balcony, but he did not dwell on this. Sometimes he wondered about Sybil Trelawney. There were wild rumours about her. But he wasn't very interested. He left the gossiping to his wife. For days he worked, without a care in the world.

It was mid afternoon when it happened. His legs went weak. He collapsed. Harry felt the cold snow around his body. He vomited and stood up. His head swam but he was determined not to pass out. He walked a few steps tentatively. He couldn't see the fields anymore. They were covered in snow, and Harry had the faint idea that there actually weren't any crops under the snow beneath his feet. He heard a voice and moved quickly to stand behind a thick tree. He tried to keep as quiet as possible. The voices were coming towards him. There were two, a male voice and a female voice. He listened intently. There was something about the male voice that sounded familiar. Something in its pompous drawl that stirred a memory from deep inside him. A memory from his past.

The answer came to him like being struck by lightning. The voice he could hear now was that of Percy Weasley. And the female voice was his girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater. But Harry didn't understand. He had not seen Percy or Penelope in these parts for years. Cautiously he snuck a look at the couple from around the tree. They were alone, sitting together, each adorned in their Hogwarts school uniforms. Harry could even see the red and yellow scarf around Percy's cold neck. Harry felt as though he was going to black out.