‘Don’t ever talk about that again,’ Harry snarled. ‘D’you understand me?’
‘Point that thing somewhere else!’
‘I said, do you understand me?’
‘Point it somewhere else!’
‘DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?’
‘GET THAT THING AWAY FROM –’
Dudley gave an odd, shuddering gasp, as though he had been doused in icy water.
Something had happened to the night. The star-strewn indigo sky was suddenly pitch black and lightless – the stars, the moon, the misty street lamps at either end of the alley had vanished. The distant rumble of cars and the whisper of trees had gone. The balmy evening was suddenly piercingly, bitingly cold. They were surrounded by total, impenetrable, silent darkness, as though some giant hand had dropped a thick, icy mantle over the entire alleyway, blinding them.
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. He turned his head this way and that, trying to see something, but the darkness pressed on his eyes like a weightless veil.
Dudley’s terrified voice broke in Harry’s ear.
‘W-what are you d-doing? St-stop it!’
‘I’m not doing anything! Shut up and don’t move!’
‘I c-can’t see! I’ve g-gone blind! I –’
‘I said shut up!’
