Hp Safe Mode !!better!! -

In the distance, he heard Hagrid’s sobs and the heavy tread of Death Eaters approaching. But Harry felt no fear. Only a strange, quiet certainty.

The stone grew warm. The white void shattered into a thousand glittering shards, and Harry was suddenly standing in a ruined cottage. Godric’s Hollow. Christmas Eve. A baby’s crib in the corner.

And for the first time in his life, the scar on his forehead did not hurt at all.

One moment, he was running through the Forbidden Forest, Voldemort’s Killing Curse hurtling toward him. The next, he was standing in a white, empty space. No walls. No floor, really—just a soft, infinite glow.

But before he could celebrate, the panel blinked red. “English, please.” Translation: You need someone who loves you to use a specific magical artifact on your body within the next twelve minutes. Suggested artifact: the Resurrection Stone (currently in your pocket) or phoenix tears. Harry’s hand instinctively went to his pocket. The Resurrection Stone—Dumbledore had left it to him in the Snitch. He hadn’t used it yet. He was afraid of who he’d see.

The system was no longer in Safe Mode.

Harry woke on the cold forest floor, leaves in his hair, a dull ache in his chest. Above him, the stars were coming out.