Harry was overwhelmed with everything. Life, his role in all this, stress of the wizarding world. All of it. So late one night, when no one was watching, he went to walk around the black lake. Skipping stones and just relishing in the silence. Looking up at the moon and stares, seeing his mother in them looking back at him.

He sighs taking a deep breath and trying to stay calm before he hears a loud splash, he turns his head to see someone falling into the lake and going motionless.

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He rushes closer before pulling off his robes and shoes, setting them down on the gravel lazily. He takes a step back before running forward and jumping in, diving down towards whoever this poor soul was that ended up in the freezing lake this late at night.

Swimming to the surface he pulls them out, wrapping him in his robes to help keep them warm enough and brushing the wet hair away from their face. Mumbling out quietly. "Shh.. It's alright, you're safe now."