Harry saw his death as if it was someone else's. He watched himself from outside his body and he wasn't scared at all... he found that he could slide between the spaces in the air itself. Ecstasy touched him. He was stroked by something that felt like trees, cool, green and leafy. It occurred to him that he died, and he got scared. He felt walls like membranes which shivered with pain and a sound, a terrible sound which promised meaningless tortures, like the Christian stories of his youth. He recognized the world of pleasure and the world of pain. Bliss, punishment, heaven and hell.