Harry took in the damp smell and looked around. He was standing by an old tree stump and nothing had changed: he remembered every detail of the tiny clearing where he usually started his day. A fallen tree lying to the side, spiky bushes. The winding path led back to Hogwarts, and Harry knew exactly what would happen if he were to take it. Virtually nothing good — only tears and screaming. Harry was glad to sway from it.