The last real thing Harry remembers is standing across from Voldemort and watching the killing curse fly at his face.
Then he visited a flully white limbo that somewhat resembles Kings Cross Station and instead of chosing to move on or go back he does something else entirely.
And wakes up in his cupboard on thr morning of Duddly's eleventh birthday.
Because that makes sense.
(No. No it doesn’t.)
But Harry is going to roll with it anyway.
Status: On going
