The feeling in his chest had become strangely numb - like when a burn travels so deep into the flesh that it chars away the nerve endings. The periphery of the wound still screamed in pain, but at its centre no feeling remained. The edges were still enough to make tears leak out of Harry’s closed eyes though, and he found himself stifling the pained whimpers that fought to escape. The capacity to form coherent thoughts had escaped him, and all there was left to do with feel.