Hmm Sneak peak at Ch. 10 :)
Harry sat up abruptly, waking from a dark and troubled but unremembered dream. The pain that flared up everywhere over his body at the gesture made him regret his actions. He gave a slight moan as the abrupt action stretched his sore pectoral muscles and pulled at something on his back.
Frowning, he cautiously felt where the aching pain came from. Several thoughts flitted across his still sleep-fogged brain at what registered under his probing fingers, but most prominent amongst them was confusion. Wait a minute… Lacerations? When did I… he thought drowsily to himself. No ready answer was apparent in his mind, however, and such an occurrence rang the alarm. Shaking the persistent cobwebs of sleep that still clung at his mental faculties, he was about to delve deeper into his mind in search for answers when he heard a slight rustling over to his side and felt an arm drag him back down onto the robes that shielded them from the chilling stone floor.
