And his parents. His fathers —his mother was front and centre. And he was there and his eyes shone with hers and Regulus was laughing and his hand was in Harry's hair and James was holding them all. He was holding all of them somehow. And there were others; people he didn't know. People he couldn't recognise, but he felt their warmth. And the image flickered, it changed, it blurred. And It was him and James and Regulus and Regulus was gone and his mother was there and then his mother was gone again and he didn't even feel the pain of his knees knocking into the ground when the ropes wrapped around his ankles. 