The doll seemed to mirror Molly’s features, the same long brown hair and rosy cheeks. Without thought, Harry’s fingers began to stroke the doll’s legs slowly, as he had done so to Molly earlier.
“Hello Jack. You go to my school don’t you, I’ve seen you around. I’m Mary.” With that the memory froze and faded into past, along with the warmth it had briefly brought to him.
“Close your eyes.” The sun had come out and shone gloriously, turning the pools of dirty snow into radiant gold. “Close your eyes,” Mr Atkins repeated, “And you’ll see the universe.”