Yule Ball, 1994
Harry Potter stood alone on the floor as everyone stared at him, laughing and pointing. Slowly, a form began to shimmer into view. As it solidified, Harry recognized who it was. Gasps were heard as those who knew her recognized who the newcomer was.
"Mum?"
"Hello, baby."
And a mother and son danced for the first time.
After they finished, there wasn't a single dry eye in the room. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
"I have to go now, son. Remember, I love you always."
"I love you; Mum, always."