It was a warm summers day. A refreshing breeze blew through the trees as Harry stood there, looking at the castle. He was amazed at what beauty it had: the towers glittered majestically in the sunlight, and even now he could almost see magic working its way throughout Hogwarts.
He remembered…
A thousand, glittering candles floated above his tiny eleven-year-old form. He grinned widely as Ron looked around, mesmerized. Who knew that something this wonderful could be happening to him? The Sorting Hat was being plopped on his head…
Quirrel laughed an evil cackle as Harry fought to stay conscious, his mind wavering in and out as more pressure was applied to his throat. He was going dizzy, but he had just enough strength to touch Quirrel's clammy hand before losing all consciousness…
He was walking in the corridors, people jeering at him and pointing and whispering. He tried to ignore them, but still, the burden of being thought to be the Heir of Slytherin was not fun…
The Basilisk turned and lashed out at him, and blood gushed from the roof of its mouth as he thrust the sword, up, up…
He had won the Quidditch Cup. He was being carried to the Gryffindor common room for a grand party full of excitement and laughter…
Sirius was lying on the bank of the river, as Harry tried fighting a hundred flying dementors as they swooped upon he and his godfather…
He was in the hospital wing. Again.
The Hungarian Horntail leapt towards him, and he saw the golden egg and sped toward it. The gash on his shoulder stung in the wind, but he didn't care…
Cedric was dead…
The thestral's bones stuck out in odd directions as Harry looked at it disgustedly. What the heck is that…
Cho approached him under the mistletoe…
Sirius fell behind the curtain, his eyes darting back and forth. Harry screamed and darted forward, but it was too late…
The Half Blood Prince loomed in and out of his dreams, some of which including his father…
Ginny and he walked along the bank of the river, and she stopped him. She reached up and pecked him on the cheek, and he blushed…
Dumbledore was lying there, dead on the ground, under the lightning stuck tower. Harry's tears fell thickly onto the wizard's chest as he mourned for his lost protector…
Harry heard the train whistle blowing. He climbed aboard, knowing that even as he stared at the castle, this would be the very last time.