Wet sand.
It was the first thing Harry noticed. They had escaped. Dobby had done it- he saved them. Harry would have kissed the sand for joy because they had escaped from Malfoy Manor with everyone still in one piece if not for the mind-numbing pain he felt on his shoulder. No, it wasn't anything like the Cruciatus or when he felt Voldemort's emotions or even when Voldemort tried to possess him but it was still painful nonetheless.
His ears rung, his mouth parched, his vision blurry, his body cold and exhausted, and the scent of blood filled his nostrils. He could feel his eyes drooping. He could hear faint voices and though he tried to figure out who was talking, he felt light-headed. He wanted nothing than to close his eyes and let exhaustion take over him but he was scare
