Then Enola began her dark artistry. She moved to Petunia, scorching her skin from head to toe with a Burning Hex, a hex so hot her flesh bubbled and melted as it fell from her bones. Enola scooped it up like wax, and formed it as a candle to burn in ritual later. It was a fitting vengeance for all the times that Petunia had burned Harry, scolded him with boiling water, taken her clothes iron to his forearms ... maybe Harry would find closure once the candle burned to nothing.