Opening his eyes, he wondered what made this place so peaceful. He lay on soft pillows of grass under an infinite, shimmering, blue sky. The wind was blowing ever so gently against his face, and he breathed in the sweet air. With every breath he inhaled, he sensed energy pour into his tired body
He didn't know how long he had been resting there, in that wonderful, blissful haven of peace, before realizing that he felt no pain.
After all of his years of suffering and burden, he had nearly become oblivious to the torture and anguish that was inflicted upon him… until, of course, being able to compare it to this glorious relief. It was like waking up from a dream. When you dream, you don't know that it isn't real, until you wake. Now he had awoken from his dream… from his nightmare.
He looked down at his chest, searching for signs of the blood that he was sure had been there only a little while ago, oozing from the gashes and slices in his flesh. But the wounds the deatheaters had dealt him were long gone; just another element to the nightmare that had been his life. He reached up and felt his forehead… no scar.
For some reason, an overwhelming sense of happiness overtook him and he couldn't help but smile.
The wind stirred the grass slightly, whispering to him, and he knew it was time to take his first steps. The quiescent interlude was over. The energy, the pure light which had been flowing into him, was coming to its end. He was balanced, as one, with the universe.
Almost floating to upright positioning, memories began to surface and he felt the tugs of want, pulling at him as if he were trapped in a current. His incandescent, green eyes were blazing, on fire as they surveyed the landscape, burning the view forever into his mind's eye. This was, after all, his first sight of the world. He was at the top of a lofty hill, which seemed to be the highest point for miles around, the ground was deep-green grassland, there was mist in the distance. And then his gaze found it.
He felt as if his body had submerged under ice water when his sparkling orbs landed on the most magnificent sight. A group of familiar faces was making its way towards the hill. He took a step onward, to the crowd.
This was the want he felt so deep. He had never believed in heaven exactly, but he always thought he would once again see the people who had been taken from him. He started ambling down the hill to join them. He couldn't help himself and broke into a run, giving in to the want that was so strong inside him. No longer running, he was flying, soaring.
He reached the bottom and saw the smiling faces. Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley… Seamus, Neville, Luna… Ginny, Sirius… most of them had died bravely alongside him in battle. He held Ginny first; now they could be together forever.
He jubilantly gave a salute to everyone, amidst grins and chuckles; he was grateful to be back with the ones he loved. But something was missing. His yearning was still there. And then he knew.
"Mum," he cried out softly. "Dad,"
Suddenly they were by his side, holding him close in a tight embrace.
Yes, Harry Potter was alive at last.