Finally, they came to the alleyway Harry had been dreading, and he felt sick to his stomach. This could go so badly wrong. He flinched in anticipation at every sound or shimmer in the light, waiting for the moment the stars were turned out and cold pierced the humid night air. His feeling of doom only served to feedback onto itself, as he struggled to differentiate between whether or not his fear was occurring organically, or being placed upon him by external means, making him panic further. He was strangely relieved when his fears turned out to be well founded; the lights at the end of the alley went out, and his breath started to come as a great misty plume from his lips.