Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
AN: I didn't think I'd be able to get this out today. I woke up feeling pretty icky but I've slept the worst of it off.
An update on my premature niece, Anna Grace - The medication didn't work. The doctor said if anything the problem had gotten worse so they rushed her to surgery and fixed the problem (without open heart surgery, thank God!) She's been doing absolutely wonderful! She's started gaining weight and inches like crazy. She's a lucky girl. We're very happy and we've got our fingers crossed that her health continues to improve.
Harry curled up on the tiny cot in his cupboard and wrapped his thin, frail arms around a faded, ratty baby blanket.
Harry imagined it brand new and it's original bright blue color. He closed his eyes and saw a beautiful room, full of toys and the door opened to reveal a pretty red-headed woman with eyes just like his who would pull the blanket around him, tucking it firmly. She'd lean over him and kiss his forehead and tell him she loved him as he drifted off to sleep.
It was just pretend, though. After all, who could ever love a freak like Harry?
Fin