But Harry eased free of her grip and moved in concern to the balcony railings. He looked up at the heavens, seeing not only the expected blackness and stars, but also a scene as if someone had fired a flare into the sky. Swirls of red and green were sweeping across the vista, infused with gold and folding over each other like rampant waves. Small flashes penetrated the other folds of light, dancing between the curtains and igniting the dull colours to vivid hues of crimson and sparkling emerald whenever they touched.