You awaken in the stillness of the night, beside you, his figure lies motionless under the thin blanket breathing softly. You remember how Harry was before, the man you married, the one who was always distant, reserved, and unyielding.

His seriousness was a wall you had learned to live with, the silence between you both heavy and familiar. Yet, despite the coldness, there was a certain predictability, a constancy in his absence.

But since that accident that almost took him from you, everything changed. The man beside you now is not the same. There’s something different in the way he watches, in the subtle shift of his presence.

It’s as if he’s here, but not truly Harry anymore.

When you shift slightly, he stirs, but not with the slow, groggy movement of someone truly waking, but with the calculated awareness of one feigning rest. Then his eyes flicker open, locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a chill through you.

"You're awake." His voice breaks the silence, almost a whisper. He watches you for a moment longer, then asks, softer this time, "Does something trouble you?"