A/N: This is it, the final part. It's a very short chapter, a wrap up. I hope you enjoyed the story as a whole. If you did (or even if you didn't) it would be great if you could leave a review letting me know why either way.

Disclaimer: If only Harry Potter was mine. Alas, anything you recognise does not belong to me.

Part Three

Blackness. That was all Harry's world consisted of these days. All that was present in this place of barren nothingness was his mind. Time passed at an immeasurable pace, and Harry had long decided this was his version of Hell. He wondered if this is what 'life' had been like for Voldemort's Horcruxes, trapped in a world of nonexistence. Such thoughts reaffirmed his preference for death, and he wished his mind would pass on rather than be trapped here for all eternity. It was maddening.

xxxxx

Hermione sat asleep in the chair she had barely left in the past two weeks. She was startled awake when her best friend in the world, her brother, jolted in the bed next to her. Hardly daring to believe it, she spoke quietly:

"Harry? Harry!" her voice got louder as she noticed his eyes twitching. A few moments later, Madam Pomfrey came running into the room, obviously awoken by Hermione's voice. A hoarse sound came from Harry's throat.

"Come on, you can do it!" Hermione half-shouted, a combination of encouragement, shock, and excitement coursing through her. Beside her, Madam Pomfrey was casting an array of diagnostic spells, voicing her thoughts as she worked. A few moments later Professor McGonagall came bursting through the doors of the Wing, hair down and wearing a night robe and slippers.

"Poppy, what is happening? Is Harry waking?" McGonagall asked as she approached the bed. It was a moment before Pomfrey replied, finishing the spells she was performing first.

"For now, I don't think so," she sighed heavily. "I believe his consciousness has jolted, though there is no hint as to what caused it."

McGonagall placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder, who looked closed to tears as Harry returned to his previous state. Madam Pomfrey continued:

"I'm sorry to say, but all we can do is continue to wait. I will reassess his condition in the morning." With that, she turned and walked back to her quarters.

"Miss Granger, please get some rest. Take one of the beds here if you must." Hermione nodded, "I will return in the morning."

"Goodnight, Professor." McGonagall gave a slight smile, before leaving Hermione alone in the Hospital Wing once more. Hermione took Harry's hand in her own, choking up:

"Please wake up soon, Harry. I miss you, we all miss you, so much."

xxxxx

Harry began to notice the blackness change. He felt as though he was surfacing from the depths of the Black Lake. He could feel the softness of a bed beneath him, and hear voices around him, though he could not make out what they were saying. As he continued to rise from the depths of unconsciousness, Harry could feel stiffness in his limbs, and a significant pain in the side of his head. As his awareness grew, Harry attempted to move his limbs to alleviate the stiffness. During this attempt, the voices around him went quiet. Harry sincerely hoped this was not another stage of moving on – he just wanted it to happen already.

Preparing for the worst, Harry forced his eyes open, only to be assaulted by the bright, white light of the Infirmary, sending waves of pain to his brain, forcing him to quickly close them again, groaning.

"Harry! You're awake!" Hermione threw her arms around Harry's neck, the loudness of her voice causing him to wince.

"Hermione, give the bloke a break," Ron said, with a slight laugh. Harry could hear the relief in his voice, the laugh covering his anxiety. Harry felt Hermione step away, and tentatively opened his eyes once more. The pain was still there, though not as severe as before. He watched as a blurry Hermione approached him again, gently placing his glasses over his eyes. As she came into focus, Harry saw tears falling onto her cheeks as she whispered a 'Sorry'.

"What happened?" Harry asked croakily, looking to Ron on his other side – hardly daring to believe his friends could see and hear him.

"It was the Quidditch match. You were racing Malfoy to the Snitch, and, well… a Bludger smashed into your head. That, and falling of your broom… you've been in a coma for two weeks."

Harry just started laughing.