"Finally, ready to finish it?" The high, unnatural voice taunted. The thing tried to rise, to meet this final challenge on his feet rather than bundled up on damp earth. What emerged from the blankets was a creature out of a nightmare. Like a human but not. Stick-thin with arms and legs that seemed too emaciated to support the body. An unnaturally large head with but one, human feature: eyes burning so bright that they dug right into your soul. But instead of hatred, Harry saw rage, desperate, infinite rage and pain so great it threatened to drown him. How could anybody live like that?