There's a voice somewhere. I can't see, can't open my eyes, and any memory I had seems to be completely blank. What happened? Why am I here? Questions I may never know the answer to. The voice speaks again. I can hear it this time.
"Harry... Wake up Harry..." My eyes flicker open slowly, but there's little more to see, since my glasses obviously haven't been found yet. I blink rapidly, trying to make my eyes focus when I know very well they won't. There's no movement as the shape above me - obviously the person the voice belongs to - appears to stand and stare for a few seconds. This blur I can slowly make out to have blonde hair. I know somebody with blonde hair... Who is it? I try to move my arm but there's enormous pain following that small movement. Well, I think to myself, obviously I'm not out of here yet. Then there's yet more pain as whoever this person is places a hand on my wrist to stop me from moving, but of course I don't really feel it. I just know it's there somehow. The only thing I do feel is a dull thudding in my head. This person speaks yet again. "Harry, you're okay... It's over..." It sounds so soothing to my ears that I think I might just fall asleep right now. But I can't. I stare up, unseeing, at whoever this person is. A thought enters my head as I lay there. This person, this one person, saved my life. How am I meant to repay that? Wait a second... Whoever it is, they must've found my glasses, because suddenly they're back on and I can almost see. There are numerous cracks in them, obivously, and I have to blink a few times to rid my eyes of this sleepy blur. There, kneeling next to me, is what appears to be an angel, only he has no wings. I know this boy, I know him... That blonde hair, those grey eyes that show nothing but concern... Suddenly I can tell who it is, and I know I should be angry with him for something, but I'm not. I can't be. I find myself trying to speak, to say something to my saviour...
"D-Draco..?" It hurts to speak, my voice is croaky and my lips are dry and cracked. His face suddenly splits into a wide smile. Not a grin or even a smirk - a genuine smile. I don't think I've ever seen one on him before. Despite my condition, he looks about ready to hug me.
"Harry! Harry, he's gone! And you're okay!" He exclaims, sounding a mix between ecstatic and panicked. I cringe, all this sound is hurting my ears, and he gives a whispered apology before standing up and muttering a quick spell. All of a sudden I'm in the air, levitating it would seem. I appear to be completely safe, and so slip back into the unconsciousness that keeps me that way.