Harry span, and found himself face-to-face with his mother, striding across the room to meet him. He closed the gap between them, then closed his arms around her, squeezing her tight. Harry never quite knew how to describe his parents in this form. They were dead, so they were spirits, but they were also solid. Harry could hug them and touch them and things. It was bizarre but, just like the source of the light in the room, he just accepted it without question. It just was.