Harry was having the weirdest sensation, like he was floating in the air. It wasn’t the same as being on a broom, but more like he was experiencing what it was like to be a falling leaf caught in a summer breeze. He felt... warm, a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time. He was used to either being totally numb to everything, or feeling a blazing heat in his chest from all the rage he carried with him everywhere. This sensation he was feeling now was familiar, but uncomfortable when he knew it was supposed to be anything but.