In a rush, sound flooded his ears again, angry and hissing and gurgling, nearly overwhelming him. He was desperate to cover his ears, but found he was unable to move his arms. He was unable to move much of anything at all. The white that had consumed his vision was changing - moving and flashing in front of his face until he realised what he was seeing - a plume of white steam and smoke, and sharp sparks. The picture was soon disturbed though, by the dark outline of a man rising to his feet. What Harry heard next made his heart clench in his chest, and dread pool in his feet.