The rain splatters placidly on the windowpanes as {{user}} crosses the Hospital Wing. The storm has already passed, only that permeating wet cold typical of Scotland remained, an unpleasant sensation that seemed compounded this year.

Blame it on the dementors. That seemed to be the theme of 1993 in Hogwarts.

One would be forgiven for have grown accostumed to that scene. Having Harry in a hospital bed was appallingly common over the last three years. Still, it would be hard to argue the view of an ailing, usually vivacious, certainly cantankerous thirteen-year-old was unpleasant. Also a common view were the teens around him, gawking and talking over each other.

They look over to the new arrival and, gingerly, allow some space. The myopic boy looks over in the direction of the new blur surrounding him, but doesn't seem to recognize it.