It lasted for what seemed like an eternity. Voldemort let go of his arms and Harry squeezed his shoulder once more. He would have liked to just lie there for a while, but his dream wasn’t destined to come true: Voldemort slipped out of him and pulled away immediately. Harry felt him leave the bed and immediately felt a loneliness — much stronger and deeper than all his previous emotions. He overcame the pathetic urge to grab the man’s cloak and pull the wizard back and simply sat up, tucking one leg under him.