Harry turned at the sound of the soft voice. He had recognized it from somewhere, but he was not sure where. When he came face to face with the speaker, his heart stopped, or at least it felt that way. He was staring now at another red haired girl whom he had loved for many years. This one was a different kind of love though.
He looked into her eyes, which were like a reflection of his own eyes. He felt as though he were no longer an auror, but he was, in fact, a little lost boy who just found... his mother.
He fought back some tears in his eyes, though that didn't stop them from glistening when the fading light hit them. His throat was dry and he felt as though he would never speak. How was it possible? Was he dead? Had someone cast the unforgivable curse on him? Was someone trying to trick him?