A loud crash echoed through the house, and Harry froze in dread. There were broken glass pieces on the floor. He quickly tried to shove them under the small table, but thumping noises came towards him furiously; loudly. He got paler and his mind was repeating a mantra, "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.." Suddenly the noises stopped and it became eerily silent, except for small angry breaths emanating from behind. Harry turned around slowly and his pupils became even wider. In the doorway stood his uncle, an angry purple color looking emotionlessly at Harry. His face turned into a hideous scowl after looking at the broken glass, eyes looking wildly at his nephew.