Oh, Harry felt it all right. Not only was his brain rapidly cooling off about Phae, that empty space inside was filling up again. Overflowing, even. Hell's bells, he thought. I didn't realize how empty I was, to now be so full.
His magic was back. His magic was back!
His head was spinning with the power, and Harry knew he was going to black out in a moment. It was the same as any backlash of power, and this was all of his power, rushing back in to occupy the empty vessel it had left.
Damn, this is gonna hurt, was the only coherent thought he had on the subject. He giggled with the pure glee of being a wizard again, and waved a hand, sparks trailing off of his fingertips as he gathered his will.
"Flickum bickus!" Harry announced, and every candle in the house, along with the stone fireplace, blazed to life.
And six-foot-nine of wizard hit the ground, already asleep.