Voldemort turned away from him, inspecting his body, one appendage at a time. The small snatch of relief at losing his attention was enough for all of Harry’s feelings to flood back into him at once. He was suddenly aware of pain, cutting and draining, and all encompassing. His head was throbbing, a sharp stabbing agony concentrated in his scar but spreading over his entire face. Thick ropes pressed harshly against him, binding him to a large marble headstone. Harry didn’t need to look to know the name engraved on it. He nearly gagged, as the feeling returned to his face and jaw, and he was made aware of the ball of fabric that had been shoved into his mouth to prevent him from talking.  