And still, Harry didn't know how to feel. He didn't know what to do with the thoughts. He wanted to meet her. Wish he could've met her. Something more than the fleeting washes of flame and grass and the sweet scent of flowers that seemed to cling to his dreams. He wanted and wanted and wanted. But there was no way to get. There was —there wasn't a way to get what he wanted. Even with all the wealth in the Potter and Black vaults, Harry would never be able to get what he wanted. 