It took all of his willpower to make his vision focus. Focus on the reason for the nearly unbearable warmth. His parents were on his right, curled —what had to be uncomfortably— in a single armchair they'd probably dragged to the side of his bed, James" head resting near his hip, their fingers linked together and resting on his stomach. Regulus didn't touch him, and he wasn't quite awake, but Harry knew he would be soon, brows pinching together and eyes jumping beneath his eyelids. 