She thought again that she probably hadn't really woken up and that was simply the continuation of her nightmare. So she started staring at the bathroom door, waiting for Harry or some of the undefined creatures, who had been visiting her every night for some time, to cross the threshold, to come and get her. She thought that way the nightmare would finally come to an end and she would wake up. She waited quite a while but nothing happened, as much as she wanted it with all of herself, she could not wake up at all. She remained still in that mental stalemate, then seized by an idea she began to touch her right hand using the fingers of the left one. She counted her fingers and ascertained that they were just four instead of five and that, absurdly, she felt no pain when touching the mutila
