"You've got to be kidding me!"
"Mr. Potter, I assure you that the circumstances are really dire and that we would never have made harsh decisions like this without following every other possible avenue of actions beforehand. But these are really extraordinary and unpredicted turnings of Fate we have experienced that led us to wake you up."
"I'm not complaining about the waking up part. It's the putting me into a century long coma part that rather upsets me! And since my memories all seem to be a bit hazy shortly before I entered the Wizengamot, I strongly assume that I was fideliused or imperiused beforehand."
"I was not part of that procedure Mr. Potter, so I cannot tell. At that time I was not even born so I suggest that we both try to let the past rest and we focus on the present issue at hand. We could sit here for days without getting any wiser between the two of us, because I know nothing of what happened back then. All I know is that you were agreeing to wait in limbo to fight another dark lord."
"Ahh, I remember now! Waiting in limbo - as you put it - was sold to me as a wonderful opportunity to go to an alternate plane of existence where I could meet my dead parents and all the other friends that had died when I had to put down first Voldemort for SEVEN fucking times in a row for fucks sake and then Malfoys Army of the Undead and after that Lady Trumf, Petrov the Last, the fricken Unending Triumvirate of Rome One, Two and Four and so on. From my point of view it was only two months ago that I came back from China where I banished the Manticore King of Mongolia! Because I strongly believe that the so called limbo was nothing more than a mirror and a Basilisk who petrified me and it took you 120 years to even remember that you had me stored somewhere in an old cupboard.
I thought that I could enjoy a couple of months of calm dead-family-and-friends time to get myself back on track. And now you tell me that the ritual was deeply misunderstood and, and … ". Harry threw up his arms in frustration only to put them back to muster his right hand in astonishment.
"Ah yes, I see you noticed that we could regrow your arm after we could remove the cursed Manticore bite that you suffered there, which would have killed you in a couple of months otherwise. You might not have noticed it yet, but we could even remove the curse that caused the naughty short-sightedness of yours. You do not need to wear any glasses any more!"
Harry was fuming.
"Minister Bladdermole, yes I have noticed that my glasses are missing, not due to my bad eyesight but due to the fact that they were much more than only glasses. I had my eyes healed a long time ago. What you removed was the connector enchantment that enabled me to use the many magic improvements that I copied into these glasses from the remains of an ancient artifact that I inherited from Alastor Moody.
I have noticed as well that you did not give me any of my belongings, my wand, my family rings, my cloak and many more. Nor do you have them with you because I would have noticed the call of my wand."