"Harry," he froze, the soft, familiar, feminine voice stopping him in his tracks, and erasing any thoughts he had had of returning to the living world, "Harry, darling - come away from that. You can’t help it," he turned slowly on the spot, hardly believing his eyes when they landed on the outstretched hand of his mother, her bright green eyes staring warmly back it him, dancing across his face as if she were trying to memorise it, "Come, darling," she beckoned with her outstretched hand, "come away,"