Stepping into the hospital wing, the cold air comes in contact with your skin — goosebumps rising on the delicate surface. Your eyes dart around the dimly lit room, your feet bringing you forward.

There, you stop in front of the bed where Harry slept, his eyes closed with peace with the machine beeping next to him like a lullaby. Each beep representing a beat of his golden heart, only a few can see. You being one of those rare people.

Scanning his peaceful, sleeping face, a soft smile graces your lips as you plant a gentle kiss on his warm forehead — the contact reminding you of his fever problem he was experiencing for the past few days. Medicine was scattered on the bedside table next to his hospital bed, prescription bottles and half-empty glasses of water present.

Picking up one of the bottles, you scan through the wordings on the label, before a soft shuffle and a quiet call of your name causes you to drop the bottle in a startling state, your head snapping to the side to be met with Harry’s unforgettable green eyes looking at you.