As Harry was dropped on the ground, a flash of pain shot through his right shoulder. The pain travelled down the length of his arm, and with a small gasp of pain, he tried to flex his numb fingers. The effects of the stunning spell were slowly wearing off, but had left Harry dizzy and with an alarming lack of control over his limbs and in the darkness, he felt like he was drowning on land. As his eyes began to focus on the dark muddy ground of the Forbidden Forrest, reality crept up to him and with clumsy and panicked movements he fumbled through the damp leaves in search of his wand, Draco’s wand, any wand, but found none.<br/>He tried to shift his position, only to be rewarded with another flash of pain. With numb fingers Harry tried to reach the painful area of his shoulder, only to find a rock sharpened by time imbedded into his shoulder. Another whine of pain escaped him as he reached for it, but he didn’t get to it before his whole body was in pain. He arched his back with a scream, his thought completely blurred by the pain, and he tasted blood as the Cruciatus curse reminded him that he wasn’t alone.