Where your mother's blood dwells

Harry didn’t know how much time had passed since that fateful day when he had woken to see a rather large group of Death Eaters encircling his bed with wands in hand – all pointed at him steadily and mercilessly. He was lost both in time and space, he was somewhere out of this world, of the REAL world, the living people’s world: out of the world of sunshine, warmness, laughter and hope. Losing hope was the gravest thing had ever happened him, he felt dead already and he really didn’t know whether to embrace this feeling or fight it.