After a period of confusion, Harry finally came to his senses.
"I'm not dead yet"---this was the only recognition in Harry's mind at this moment. There was no anger, no surprise, no helplessness, and Harry felt nothing except the deep tiredness that he had never really gotten rid of after the war. Maybe he was just tired, too tired, so that no matter what unpredictable things happened to him now, even rebirth, it could not stir up any fluctuations in his riddled soul.
Perhaps the person involved would just nod slightly and admit in a hoarse voice that was so tired that it seemed as if he hadn't spoken for centuries, "I --- Harry James Potter do have no feelings any more."
Who knows? . . . . .