The next morning, Harry had great difficulty rising from bed. It wasn’t just the dread he was feeling going into work, or the fact that he had slept no more than four hours, but he couldn’t physically motivate himself to rise from the bed. Ginny had been awake for about an hour, and he just couldn’t seem to even call her to help. He tried to push himself up, but his joints were so stiff, probably from the day before. His biceps throbbed, and eventually, in order to just get himself into a different position, he rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a resounding thump.