Harry screamed at him, unintentionally lining his words in magic, "SHUT UP!" Vernon’s face turned pale as tendrils of pain caressed his skin. The sparks of prickling pain followed wherever the small pressure rubbed against his skin, ignoring the pajamas he was wearing, seemingly going under them. Raw redness started to appear, trailing across the swirls that Harry created with his magic earlier. They slowly started to look charred, black edges surrounding the outline of it. Every so often, Vernon lets out a cry of pain which he fought to keep in. His skin was covered in squiggles of black-edged redness, the ones created at the very beginning starting to bleed.