The stone grew warm. The white void shattered into a thousand glittering shards, and Harry was suddenly standing in a ruined cottage. Godric’s Hollow. Christmas Eve. A baby’s crib in the corner.
Harry didn’t remember dying.
Then a crisp, synthetic voice echoed from nowhere and everywhere. Harry blinked. “What?” User: Potter, Harry James. Magical core: critically unstable. Horcrux fragment detected. Neural link to host compromised. Safe Mode engaged to prevent permanent system collapse. Before he could ask what a “horcrux fragment” was doing in his neural link , a floating blue panel materialized in front of him. hp safe mode
“Okay,” he whispered. “Engage Resurrection Stone protocol.” The stone grew warm
The system was no longer in Safe Mode.
“What kind of memories?” Harry felt a strange, unexpected surge of hope. No more nightmares of the graveyard? No more flashes of Nagini’s eyes, or the sound of his mother’s scream? But also… no more connection to Voldemort’s mind. No more false visions. Christmas Eve