Harry spotted him finally, and turned slightly to smile at him, but not enough that he could see the face of the small child held in his arms. He saw his lips move, but heard no noise, and then Harry was looking forwards again, out across an enormous garden where, at the very end of it, were two more children. From their distance, he couldn’t make them out clearly, but he could see a flash of an ebony braid, and wild white, blonde hair. They were chasing one another back and forth - what game were they playing, he wondered. He heard their echoing laughter like the remnants of a fever dream.