My Papa, his thick hands and thick shoes, who wakes up tired in the dark, who combs his hair with water, drinks his coffee, and is gone before we wake, today is sitting on my bed.
They went carefully along a dark passage to some stairs, then suddenly stopped. There was a man in front of them, a tall man in a long dark coat and a black hat. He turned and looked at them.
" You moron, Dudley! " Harry yelled, his eyes watering with pain as he scrambled to his hands and knees, now feeling around frantically in the blackness.