[The person by the bed starts suddenly shifting and vibrating, looking like they're disappearing into the air. Harry stands up, looking frantically around, but then when he turns back to them it's no longer the person by a bed.
They're at a graveyard, it's raining. The place is empty. He kneels by a tombstone and murmurs something to it. Then it's louder, something about protecting her... Then what he's yelling about is that he can't be heard, as though he expects the tomb to be able to reply.
Why can't she hear him, why won't she say something back?? It becomes an overwhelmingly frustrating feeling that manages to finally wake him up.]