It was the voices that alerted Harry that he was waking up from his strange dream. They were hushed but fast, like they were arguing but being very quiet about it. He fluttered his eyes open, only to find that he could only see out of one of them. He sucked in a short breath, hoping that he couldn’t see out of his right eye because of the bandages covering it. He looked down and himself; he was wearing pyjamas, but he could feel that pretty much all of his body was similarly wrapped in bandages, with his left arm in a sling. Through his one good eye, Harry could see that Ron, Hermione, Cho, Bill and Mrs. Weasley were all seated around his bed. Ron, Hermione and Cho were fast asleep, with Cho lightly holding Harry’s good hand as she dozed quietly.