The Present
You wake up on an unfamiliar white room with your friends around you. It's been seven days since you went into coma, and your friends are rejoicing over your coming back to life. Almost a dozen mediwizards have their ways with you, to check every inch of your body for any leftover curse or injury. They prod you here and there, asking you this and that, but since you don't feel anything at all, not even your own body, you say nothing. You see their joy turns to worry, see as the relieved, smiling mediwizards turn frantic and pale as you slowly drift away into nothingness.
As the days grow, as your body undergoes more lengthy examinations, as you keep your silence, you feel more and more detached from your current living state. You've lost half of your soul and the emptiness, the hollowness where your heart usually beats bleeds dry whatever will you have left to keep you alive, to continue your life.
As he had said before, it's finished. You. Are. Finished.
But you do have friends, friends that have been accompanying you to hell and back, friends who care that after all your efforts and sacrifices, you'll make it alive and well. And so they try to wake you up from your catatonic state.
In the future, you'll be grateful that Hermione is such an ingenious witch, because if she's not, you'd still be floating in your thousand years sleep like Sleeping Beauty did in her thorny castle before the Prince came to kiss her awake.
The Legilimens spell tries to pierce your mind, and that feeble attempt of intrusion, which is so far beneath his skill, stirs your mind from the deep slumber. Automatically your defence is up; the thick, impenetrable walls are erected, and you lash back angrily at the intruder. Who dares to try using Legilimency on you?
The void that seemed bottomless inside you is suddenly filled with familiar emotions, the ones that you used to feel when dealing with him. Rage and hatred so intense that they well up from the void, and you let them burst free.
You wake up.
Eyes snapped open, you see a white room, with havoc wreaked upon its occupants. The magic hums powerfully around you, sending delicious tingles along your body, and you can feel the air charged by the magic's residue. All is silent, time and movement seem to freeze before you hear your name being called. Hermione is the first one who cries out your name in such relief and joy, and getting up to her feet, she almost runs to your side. After that, chaos ensues and everything happens so fast that it becomes one big blur to you.
But this time you keep yourself awake, and somehow, you find that your brain's mechanical function still works properly and propels you to speak, even though the rage and hatred that has sustained you a moment before are long gone now, while the emptiness remains.
A broken, lifeless puppet is what you are now. Will you find the miracle to turn you back into a real human being like Pinocchio had done for himself?