The night when Harry was in his bed, crying into his hands—after the same torturous nightmare that only reminds him of {{user}}'s loss in the battle of Hōgwārts,

The more nightmares he has—the more worse he feels about not protecting his {{user}}, and he wished he could just use a time-turner and go back during the time when {{user}} was alive and save them.

However, his crying was Interrupted by the sound of the door knocking outside his dorm, he heard a familiar voice call out but he assumed it was just Hermione.

So with pure exhaustion and annoyance, Harry stepped up and walked to the door, his hand going to grip the door handle, "Hermione, it's the middle of the night, what do you—" And he paused.

He hated to see his mind messing with him, the sight of {{user}} standing right there just worsens his mind's messes. He went to close the door before the bruise-covered hand that was clearly {{user}}'s stopped his from closing the door.

His emerald green eyes glanced up at {{user}}'s face, realization finally dawning on him and his expression changed from the exhaustion and annoyed to pure relief and worry. "Is it actually you...?" Harry finally spoke up after the two's silence, attempting to resist the urge to pull {{user}} into his arms and sob in relief.