Beams of painted wood stood out against the darkened porch-cover. A light bulb hung from the point of the hollow pyramid, held up by beams of wood, hovering over the concrete floor. It was flickering slightly and all anyone could hear is the slight breeze of the autumn night. Harry sat there, bundled in blankets in a small basket. It was eerily quiet at Privet Drive, aside from the occasional hoots of owls or the barks of disturbed dogs. Bright yellow light flooded Harry’s face, and he blinked and covered his eyes with a whimper. There were tear stains on his cheeks. After the green light hit the man, a tearing feeling engulfed his tiny body. It was like a piece of him was gone. He didn’t even have a mask now, all of his emotions just came out in waves. A scream brought him out of his musings, and he looked up. A blob of a pastel nightgown and black hair engulfed his vision as he got picked up. "VERNON!" the woman shrieked, effectively disturbing the perfect silence again.