When the curse was finally lifted, Harry almost passed out again in pure relief. Though his muscles relaxed as soon as the curse lifted its grip on them, they felt noticeable weakened by the pain, and while he drowsed on the border of consciousness, his left hand still twitched with a phantom  spasm.<br/>Harry heard voiced around him, but had lost sense of direction, and as he forced himself to assume a more upright position, the volume of the voices augmented in such a way, that he almost expected another curse to hit him just to keep him on the ground. Slowly, his senses returned to him, and as soon as his eyes had adjusted the slightest to the darkness, he stood up in another painful, swift moment that almost made him loose his balance all over.<br/>Standing up, he realized that the howling he heard around him was actually laughter, and a chill ran down his spine as he scanned the crowd for familiar faces. No one bothered kicking him back down; they all knew he had no chance of escaping.