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Harry felt the nausea controlling his entire stomach come to an end when his feet felt solid ground once again. He rapidly covered his eyes, due to the bright sunlight that shone through the window curtains. All thoughts rushed through his confused head while his arm left the front of his eyes. Soon he realised the room he was in wasn’t longer his bedroom. The white wall he was facing was decorated with a family tree, similar to the one at Grimmauld Place. But instead of Black descendants he saw a whole room filled with offspring’s of the Blishwick house. It was there, somewhere down by the roots of that tree, that he saw the same loving eyes he recognized from the photo of the order. Her name was engraved right next to her smiling picture. Her little, friendly face smiled upon Harry, making him doubt if he was visible in this time area. As soon as Harry lifted up his hand he saw that none of his limbs were visible and thus his being was undetectable. Little footsteps reverberated throughout the entire hallway, accompanied by a soft childish laughter. Harry knew he should’ve been scared, not knowing what to expect. But there was something in this female laughter that made him feel at ease. A young girl stumbled into the room, followed by an enlarged animal that didn’t look like any other beast Harry had ever seen before. Drool slithered off of his mouth while his teeth were resting on his upper lip. Harry didn’t know whether to interfere or to let them play. The little girl seemed to rather enjoy the beast chasing her and Harry was reminded that he was invisible, so even if he wanted, he could not interfere. The brown furry beast finally caught the child by licking her entire face as if it was a toffee éclair. While she tried to stand up the beast continued giving her soft little jams against her tiny legs. The presence of the child gently pushed of the beast and stroked her dress as she looked in the direction of Harry. ‘Where is Danny?’ she asked with a childish voice she tried to ban. Harry saw that the little one imitated a grown up as much as she could, indicating it was expected from her to not act her age. ‘She is gone little miss.’ An old voice responded behind Harrys back. He swiftly turned himself around to find out an old woman was staring out the window. Her hands were folded upon her lap an her hair was put into a elegant bun. She didn’t turn around to look at the little lady but instead kept staring into the fields of blossoming flowers and ancient trees. The little girl silently skipped towards the old woman, leaving the beast behind. ‘When is she coming back?’ the innocence in her voice revealed that she still believed nothing was wrong. But even Harry felt that this wasn’t a good memory. Afraid she didn’t caught the attention of the old woman, the girl pulled her hand quickly when she came to stand next to her. The old face turned itself slowly towards the little girl and was forced to fake a smile. ‘I’m afraid she won’t be coming back Miss Aleidis.’ The woman laid her hand resting on the girl's head and stroked her hair gently as a subtle consolation. A little frown formed itself upon the child’s face. ‘Why? Daenerys didn’t do anything wrong, has she?’ the confused face of the little girl was raised and her eyes stared like question marks at the old woman. Harry could feel his stomach turn, he could feel the pain of the old woman mixing up his insides. While the tears seemed to jam up against her eyes the old woman held herself strong. The innocence of the little one clearly stroked her heart. ‘No she hasn’t Miss. Neither of you.’ The confusion of the little girl kept growing with every word the old woman spoke. Harry knew there would not be any explanation shown to the girl, she would always remain to be the innocent being she was now. He could read it in the old woman her eyes. The attention of both presences was drawn once again to the entrance of the room. A classy young woman was standing in the doorframe, interfering the old scene. She was quite tall and had a terrible grin etched on her face. ‘Put the little one to bed Nemea. It has been a long day.’ She spoke with a vicious voice that reminded Harry of a serpent. The old woman nodded obedient before she grabbed the little girl and left without saying another word. A sigh left the lips of the tall woman as soon as both had left the room. She pulled out her wand underneath her old cloak. It seemed as if she just got home, still wearing her dark, dirty cloak. She took a few steps towards Harry while pointing her wand to the space in front of her. ‘No need to remain in our family tree, filthy squib.’ She whispered loudly enough for Harry to hear. With a careless sway she lifted up her wand while staring through Harry. He turned himself around just in time to see the presence next to Aleidis vanish from the family tree, as if the person had never existed. The woman started laughing as she walked towards the tree to see the product of her spell. When her tangible body crossed his Harry felt a terrible noise tormenting his mind. Immediately he closed his eyes to focus on the disturbance that was controlling his mind. Harry could hear several voices roaring inside himself, so many that he couldn’t even hear himself anymore. Soon he could distinguish several of them. Hermione, Ron, Remus. The same nausea as before stroke Harry’s bearing. He felt like being ripped in two, as if his body was tearing apart.