So it was for Harry Potter, as the sun rose over the Hogwarts Castle and grounds on the morning of May 2nd, 1998. He, the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived, the... Man who had defied death over and over again, was now moving through the world as though he was a stranger viewing it for the first time. He felt somewhat akin to a newborn baby, despite how his actual experience as a newborn so long ago had been traumatic. His senses were heightened. Everything felt sharper, if not exactly clearer.