1009 Harry and Lailah

Perched atop a serene mountaintop, a young boy with golden locks sat amidst a sprawling meadow, his gaze fixed upon the breathtaking canvas of colors painted across the sky as the sun gracefully descended. The hues of orange, pink, and purple melded together, casting a warm glow that bathed the world in a tranquil embrace.

Deep in thought, Harry, displayed a pensive expression beyond his tender age. Lost in contemplation, he seemed oblivious to the approach of a graceful woman carrying a bowl. This woman, none other than Layla Alden quietly settled beside him on the grass, her presence a gentle interruption to his musings.

"Harry, you haven't had a proper meal today," Layla gently reminded him, her voice carrying a blend of concern and affection.