For the second time in an hour Harry felt as though his head had been cleaved in two next moment, he had landed hard on the ground and his wand had flown out of his hand. Small white lights popped in front of his eyes. ‘C-cut it out! Stop doing it! I’ll h-hit you, I swear I will!’Ī fist made contact with the side of Harry’s head, lifting him off his feet.
Harry felt a horrible jolt of dread as he stood trembling in the freezing air. There was something in the alleyway apart from themselves, something that was drawing long, hoarse, rattling breaths. He had heard just the thing he had been dreading. ‘Will you shut up?’ Harry hissed, ‘I’m trying to lis-’īut he fell silent. It was impossible … they couldn’t be here … not in Little Whinging … he strained his ears … he would hear them before he saw them … The cold was so intense he was shivering all over goose bumps had erupted up his arms and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up – he opened his eyes to their fullest extent, staring blankly around, unseeing. Harry stood stock-still, turning his sightless eyes left and right.
‘I’m not doing anything! Shut up and don’t move!’ He turned his head this way and that, trying to see something, but the darkness pressed on his eyes like a weightless veil.ĭudley’s terrified voice broke in Harry’s ear. For a split second Harry thought he had done magic without meaning to, despite the fact that he’d been resisting as hard as he could – then his reason caught up with his senses – he didn’t have the power to turn off the stars.
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