Why it felt so real, she wouldn’t question. She had spent years hoping and hoping that he would appear in a dream, that she would see him at least there one last time, had spent so many nights caught in Draco’s arms, trying to recall the face that was pressed against hers now. She found herself laughing as his glasses slid down his nose and skittered to the floor. She hadn’t even considered that this dream Harry might be intangible and that her hands might simply pass through him until she had his face in his arms and she was all at once grieving that it had been so long and intensely relieved that she had been granted one miracle. 