pluck out the heart -- to find what makes it move (Harry Potter)
He comes to in the burnt wreckage of a house.
He does not remember his name, or why he's here. He knows only two things: he is a great wizard, and he was looking for a child.
He stands. His movements are slow and steady, careful not to jar his bruised body. He looks around, and finds a wand. His wand? It feels familiar, but something is wrong with it. He holds it anyway, and experiments with a few repairing spells. Soon, the nursery he stands in fixes itself. He wants to leave the room, but his attention is caught by a crying toddler running to him.
The baby is howling and dashing towards him, his hands extended. He is filthy, but otherwise unharmed. The wizard catches the child without consciously trying to do so. His body just moves on its own, in some kind of muscle memory. Upon looking at him, the wizard gets the sense that this is the child he was looking for. He picks him up with this in mind, and tries to pay attention to the nonsensical babble coming out of the toddler's mouth.
From it, he gleans that the boy is called Harry, and that he is apparently the child's... mother.
He— she? — digests this information as she looks for a mirror, repairing his surroundings as he goes. She finds one in the bathroom next door, and observes the sight she makes, dishevelled and dirty, with long tangled red hair trailing down her back. Her forehead is bleeding. She wipes at it absent-mindedly, and uncovers a wound in the shape of a lightning bolt under the blood. Harry makes a dismayed sound when he looks at it, and pats her cheek in an attempt to make the "boo-boo" go away. Or so he says. She's a bit distracted, and only relieved that he's at least stopped bawling.
She leaves the bathroom and gets to work repairing the stairs. After a few minutes, the structure is stable enough for her to climb down, the toddler still in her arms. When she finally comes down, she is faced with a dead body in the corridor, and the sight of a man weeping at the dead person's side. The two men, living and dead, seem familiar. Even more so when the former raises his head and gasps.
"Lily! What happened? I was — and James is... Peter betrayed us," he cries out, barely coherent.
"Lily," she says slowly. "Is that my name?"