For a moment, Harry felt like he didn’t exist at all, as if someone had plucked his consciousness from his brain and dangled it midair above an unending pit of nothingness. He felt light and empty and peaceful – as if everything that he was, all his burdens and fears, had been shaken free of him until all that remained was that sensation of awareness he always felt somewhere at the back of his mouth. It only lasted a moment, but for that moment, he felt euphoric. And then it all came crashing down.