"Let’s get you up dear boy," Harry wanted to scream, but he found his voice was trapped. All of him felt trapped. He didn’t fight when Dumbledore picked him up and placed him carefully onto his feet, but he didn’t think he could have even if he’d wanted too. Cornelius Fudge was yelling- everyone was yelling. They were all just being so   loud  . He wanted to cover his ears, but much like when he had found himself tied to a tombstone, he couldn’t move; this time the ropes were of his own making and existed only in his mind, "You stay here Harry, okay? Stay right here," Harry couldn’t acknowledge him, finding his consciousness was floating a few centimetres above his skin.  