When the whirlpool ended, Harry could no longer open his eyes. He was on the carpet again. But it was definitely not Mummy’s ones. Moreover Harry felt a few plush toys that dig into his side. And mummy never allowed such a mess in her living room. Even for Dudley. Then, from far away, he heard screaming, terrible, terrified, pleading screams. It was the first time he heard any sounds during this chaos. He wanted to help whoever it was, so he tried to move his arms... But his body was still weak and useless.