Peace.
That was the first thing he could think of. His body felt like gas, and there was no sound or light. Just him.
He was barely conscious, but he was aware. There were occasional voices he would hear; bits of whispered conversations. They all sounded familiar, he knew them, but he couldn't piece together the identities.
If he could, he wanted to stay wherever he was at the moment. No pain, no misery, nothing. Just him.
But would he be satisfied though?
He could feel a part of him still anchored in the world. Despite being in this plane of nothingness, he could still feel the magic from the Earth flowing through him.
Harry.
They would call for him, but it was distorted. It felt like Harry was submerged in deep waters while they were at the surface calling for him.
One voice in particular made him want to reach out. It made him want to swim back to the surface and tell the voice that he was fine, and he just needed time to rest.
How much time did he need though?
Time felt different at where he was— it felt irrelevant in the space he was in.
What about them?
How long had his friends and family been waiting for him?
What about her?
Then, ever so gently, light started pouring in— painting the room with colors and sounds.
He could see from a distance a big house on top of the hill with all his loved ones, laughing and enjoying themselves and feasting on the wide array of food laid on a table.
Wasn't this the reason he was fighting in the first place? To give them this bright and peaceful future.
But part of Harry felt like he'd done enough, and his friends could finish what he started. They would ensure this future would happen. They were capable, he was sure of it.
Harry.
He turned around and saw her.
And just like that, he felt his heart, for the first time, in the plane he was in.
He thought it was impossible, but he could feel the warmth of the sun again. Harry could feel the gentle winds caress his body and the soft grass by his feet. His vision cleared up, and he realized how vibrant things actually were.
Yet despite all of these things, she was the only one he focused on.
She was breathtaking.
Harry couldn't help but be drawn to her. Unlike a moth to flame, he knew she would never hurt him.
With a smile on her face,
Oh, how he missed her smile.
She reached out to him.
You do not need to say a word, I will gladly take your hand.
"Let's go home, Harry."
Harry could smell the familiar scent of antiseptic.
There was no mistaking it, he was at a hospital. He knew if he opened his eyes now, the blaring white light would attack his senses, and he would be squinting all day long.
He tightened his hold on her hand, and he could feel her squeezing his hand gently. It was enough comfort to
make Harry slowly open his eyes and greet the world again.
His eyes immediately landed on her.
Her electric blue eyes sent currents of energy through his veins in an instant. Harry noticed the bags under her eyes and the redness at the sides.
He felt bad that he had caused her to worry so much.
Harry squeezed her hand gently and used his thumb to rub her knuckles weakly.
Despite the soreness in his throat, Harry still spoke.
"I'm sorry I made you worry."
That was all it took for Daphne to engulf him in a hug again. This time, Harry was more conscious to hug her in return while rubbing her back.
"Welcome home." Daphne managed to sob out. Harry smiled and planted a small kiss on her head before looking around the room and seeing Hermione, Ron, the Weasleys, and some of their friends from DA.
He extended his arms to them and welcomed all of them in a hug.
He was home.
a/n
Thank you so much for reading this and I hope you enjoyed reading this ficlet I managed to come up with while being sick. Have a great day/evening ahead!