She waited. His eyes wide open remained looking into the empty space. Nothing, not even a flinch. She checked his pulse again. It was slowing down. A loud explosion pulled her from her panicked state. She turned to where the noise had come from. Harry was standing frozen at the edge of the precipice looking across the wrathful waves of the ocean, where stood the magic dome that covered the prison of Azkaban. The fortress was completely obscured by an eruption of black smoke. The dark cloud was contained inside the protective bubble. 