The "freak" Voldemort did a weird movement of his wand and the room was shaken again, this time stronger. Harry has a phantom feeling that as cracks spread across the glass, in the same way something breaks within him and the current alighted and cozy surrounding fastly falls apart, giving way to the gloomy night street. Harry realized where they were. It’s Privet Drive. He would understand it anytime – almost all his day memories originated in this place. What makes things even more strange – Harry is not able to restore that night in his memory. Looking back it was always a hole in his head that he just didn’t pay attention to for some reason. 