The air was stale with unused magic, washing over any who stepped on the over grown grass. Those who had died within its walls all those years ago called a grave that once home. Leaving only a shell of a castle that threatened to crumble beneath your very feet.

The smell lingered on him like a bad nightmare that turned out to be real. Something that seemed to be replaying in his mind and made his entire body ache as it had not done in too long. He wanted to cry, wanted to destroy who ever had awoken him but he knew he couldn't. His entire being was too weak; he was too weak to think.

"Harry." He blinked his eyes, not moving his head. It was hard to breathe now, why was it so hard like he was slipping away again. The pain left almost as quickly as it came. His vision faded. "No, please Harry. No, please."

He felt like that something was pulling him; yanking him back to what he was sure was heaven. It was warm, so warm and his entire being was lifting. He wanted to follow, pulled by it but something was holding him back. Holding him back from where he had just come from, from the loving arms of those he loved.

"Harry, please we need you."

The words seemed to float up to him, but they didn't make sense, as they should. It all seemed so insignificant, but why? Why were they so unimportant? The wall seemed too thin, letting him rise higher, but his mind kept wondering why the words were so unimportant. They had meant something, right.

"Damn it Potter, don't fucking do this prat."

Harry dropped, his entire being dropped, into a flash of pain. His body came fully into recognition as he felt his lungs suddenly jerk awake as if they had been asleep. It was the oddest feeling, to breath, as if your life depended on it. It was strange, as he let the breath go out. He didn't want to breath, it made him hurt.

"Breath, Harry. Please breath."

No, he didn't like breathing. It was too much work, and…the pain was disappearing again. It was nice, but this time he wasn't lifting. He was staying motionless but the pain was going. "FUCK POTTER BREATH!"

Suddenly the pain forced into him, as breathing thrust upon him. No, don't want to breathe. Harry thought, as he tried to move his head away but it refused to obey. It wiggled a little but it wouldn't move anymore. "BREATH HARRY PLEASE!"

The air rushing into him, then gone again. It was hurting, as if his lungs were shredding under the pressure. "BREATH POTTER YOU FUCKING PRAT!" Harry let his lungs take over, refusing to be forced. They were taking on the Potter stubbornness, as they took in lung-full after lung-full of air. It hurt to breath but it wasn't nearly as bad as the forceful pressure.

"That's it Harry, that's it."

His body felt strange, like it didn't belong to him. It was as if he was wearing some weird coat, and he couldn't seem to find the zipper to get out. Breathing bloody hurt. Harry wished he could open his eyes but his body seemed to be following someone else's command now.

"Harry, can you hear me?"

Hermione? Harry wished he could frown it all seemed so strange. He knew her, but she seemed like a distant memory. Why? Harry felt a slight control slip within his grasp as his eyes focused, as if he had them open the entire time. Why was it he could remember?

"Potter, come on, you can do it."

Why was it so important, why was suddenly struggling for control over him and lifting up not that important anymore? "Maybe we did it wrong."

"No."

"We could have botched the root, I told you I couldn't make out what it was."

"Bloody hell Granger, shut up." Harry felt utter anger slipping through him as he fought harder for control. He had to get control, something was wrong and he couldn't get control. "Come on, Potter. You hear us Potter I know you can. Come on."

Something seemed to snap into place, as suddenly he felt a control. He rolled his head to the side, as he blinked and someone started to come into focus. It felt weird to see things again, almost as if you were looking through cameras.

"Harry." Harry felt a smile prickling his mouth, as he recognized the blur. Hermione. It was good to see her again. "Don't cry, Harry. It's okay, we're here."

He tried to say her name, but his lungs burned too much. "Don't try to speak Potter. It's too soon." Harry heard the voice, and wanted to turn towards it but he just couldn't. Hermione seemed to be the only thing he wanted to see, why she had seemed so unimportant just a moment ago.

"HARRY?"

"Damn it, Potter."

BUGGER! He had forgotten to breathe, damn. The breath forced, but it didn't hurt nearly as much this time. It made him feel kind of like a balloon, as he stared up at the blonde hair in his face. Draco? Why was he here?

His breathing came back to him, as he waited for a moment repeating over and over again to breath. It became a chant that was fading and his body following as a command. Breath in…Breath out. He wished he knew why it had seemed so easy before, and why he forgot. He never forgot before.

"Potter, if you do that again I will kill you." Harry looked up it was Draco. He would recognize that arrogant brow anywhere. "Wipe that smug fucking smile off your face, Potter. Do you have his glasses, Granger?"

"Yeah." Harry rolled his head, as he watch Hermione digging through her robes. Funny, she always organized before. "Here you go Harry."

Harry felt his body suddenly scream, as he felt himself jerk. Why did she look like that? She looked old, not ancient but older. She looked, hell he say about 30. "Relax Potter. It's okay, just give it some time."

"Hermione." The words sounded so foreign to him, it seemed almost like a puzzle from some ancient sand script.

"Harry." Hermione cried, as she leaned forward to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. It felt nice, warm but not the full body tingle warmth that he was use too. "I…I."

"Quiet Granger."

Harry felt like he was in some kind of dream, as he felt his head pulled to the other side. "Malfoy." His hands were upon Harry's face, tilting it from side to side as if he was looking for something that Harry had no idea about.

"Welcome back, Potter."