Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stands still, yet we will make him run.
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When he opened his eyes, Harry saw white. Slowly the white resolved itself into misty shapes, and Harry realized that he was in some sort of parody of King's Cross Station.
Joy flooded through him as he recognized the place. He burst into sudden tears of happiness and relief at the feeling. The strength of his emotion overwhelmed him. After all this time, finally, finally he could FEEL! He hadn't felt true, blistering emoton in forever.
Laughing through his tears, Harry stood and looked around. Giddly he sat down on a nearby bench. Something small was crying underneath it, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He could feel again.
If I could bring this feeling with me, he thought, I would live again.
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AN: That's it. It's finished. I pushed through to finish these last chapters all at once, and I'm glad that I did. I hope you enjoyed it, and please review.