Draco’s exclamation knocked the last bit of air out of the room, and for a moment, Harry couldn’t breathe. Obscured by the heavy shadow cast by the table, the body was simultaneously nobody and all, too many familiar faces flickering through his mind’s eye.<br/>There was a brief moment where Harry’s stomach fell, a genuine and paralyzing fear, before his system was flooded with a surge of disassociated adrenaline, his mind working on pure instincts. It was protocol hammered into him over the course of a lifetime, muffling any hum of anxiety scratching beneath his skin.<br/>Despite all senses, Harry stepped forward. His mind was already clouded with static as he cast a wordless<span style="font-style: italic">lumos maxima</span>, bathing the room in white light.<br/>No longer hidden in the shadows of the room, the grotesque shape of a body came to view, its decomposition undoubtedly stalled by the heavy wards. Rotten flesh still clung to bones, although any trace of a face was bloated and shrunk beyond any recognition, the features no longer perceivable as human; in that face, Harry saw everybody.<br/>“Get forensics here!” he called as he staggered a step back, words interrupted by a cough as the taste of copper clung to the back of his throat.