As soon as the last rune lit up, the hum disappeared. The only sound was the swirl of the furious vortex between the stone columns of the arch. Drained of magic, his body felt incredibly heavy and barely responsive. Exhausting his magic until he had a sliver remaining made him feel like a baby – struggling to even lift a finger. Anyone else would have long faded in the embrace of Morpheus, but Harry managed to hold on to his consciousness by a bare thread. All he could do was lean slightly forward and fall directly into the portal just before the runes started to fade. As soon as he disappeared into the vortex, the arch cracked, and everything turned dark.