Deciding that clearly the wonderful day was done, and that they needed to get home before anyone could have a chance to recognise them, she began to look for her beautiful Dudley when for the second time today her stomach was filled with dread and this time it was a far more horrible sight that caught her eye. Trapped in the enclosure behind the glass that had once blocked the snake's release was her boy, pale as ghost and soaking wet, he sat their hands banging on the glass which muffled his begging for his mother. Petunia ran over quickly slamming her thin hands on the glass and screaming for her son, shouting at anyone who would listen to get her boy out.