As his vision begins to blur, the Room of Requirement fades from his view. He had faded into unconsciousness.
When he next woke up, he wasn’t sure how long he had been unconscious for, but he could tell that something was different. The smell. Harry smelled the most disgusting reek all around him that made him want to gag. It smelt as if someone combined the stinkiest cheese with the most potent vinegar and put them out into the scorching sun to fry and magnified the rancid odor by thirteen. He instinctually closed his eyes.
It was the worst scent he had ever came close to, but the smell permeated throughout the room he was in. No, that wasn’t exactly correct. It permeated through him!
Harry opened his eyes. It felt weird to open them, almost as if he had no eyes anymore, but his vision returned to him. The rancid reek still remained, but he now saw something. He saw a creamy, porcelain white foot. He saw a foot inside him. The red-toenailed feet were beautiful.
How could a foot so perfect smell so terrible? The nasty, cheesy stench remained in his mind, but he ignored it as he looked up to see who this feet belonged to.
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