Harry wasn't even sure where here was. He blinked and looked around. He was cold ... so very, very cold ... he knew that much. There was a blackness in his veins, pushing through him like frozen fire. It was icy, sharp ... he shivered as it flowed underneath his thin skin. For he felt thin, stretched somehow ... as if his body had forgotten how to hold in heat. He tried to hug into himself for warmth, but there was none to be had. The cold pressed tighter on his lungs, heavy and leaden, as he spluttered for that breath that refused to come.