Harry's POV
Voldemort returned his eve, and all I can think about is darkness choking me out of air. I have been asleep ever since, but I can hear all that occurs around me. Ginny sits at my side, and that is the only force that keeps me from letting go of life's essence. I can hear the tears as they splash down her face, her hand sitting gently in mine. She feels cold, or perhaps that is I. Sirius' paw scratches against my leg, and he grunts. I cough roughly, hand moving to my throat. "Harry?" Ginny asked hoarsely.
I open my eyes and welcome the light.