[Harry's POV]
"Harry!"
I shuddered where I lay, sweat beads on my forehead and my hands, which held firm to the blanket that covered me, fell.
All I see is darkness, and memories of having her around fill my mind.
Dragging my body to roll over, I tried to be cautious not to squeeze the child beside me with my weight.
It took a while for my hand to reach the switch and once I did, the lamps woke up.
The fluorescent lights poured on my face and I squinted my eyes, barely rising from the bed.
Nervously, I stroked my hands side by side to feel the kids, and it's such a relief I touched one, but the second, I couldn't feel him.
My shoulders jumped to my ears as my blurry vision became lucid at once, just so I could find the missing child from the bed.
"Harry?"
The very voice that called me in my dreams whispers again.
I crawl down from the bed, dragging my legs in the direction of the window.
