Shielded against unwanted perception (or so Ardila said), the highly-enchanted, closely-warded modified merry-go-round of hers brought the four of them away from the amusement park, landing in a park Harry had been all too familiar with. It was on the edge of a ward-wall keeping all magical transports at bay, Ardila affirmed. Harry did not care much about it, but he did note that Jerry looked resigned and Ana excited, while Ardila herself seemed more… alive, spirited. It was unnerving, really. But she did not give him any reprieve, asking him to directly lead them to his relatives' house.
Bafflement replaced his disquiet, though, when she bade them stop shy of the hedge fence of Privet Drive number four. Were they not going to confront the Dursleys? Why stop outside the house? But Ardila raised her hand for silence when he opened his mouth, about to ask her. Oh well.
Ana and Jerry seemed to cotton on at last when Ardila began to walk slowly away from them, following a pattern she alone saw, but unfortunately they said nothing about it as well, only dragging him away from the house. The three of them ended up standing side-by-side under the shade of a tree across the street, with Harry wedged in-between the two others as if shielded from an on-coming explosion. He did not know should he pity or fear for the Dursleys.
A moment later, all thoughts just vanished from his mind.
Ardila had returned, but her gait was odder than it was usually and her hands were waving as if conducting a bizarre orchestra. She was… dancing? She reminded him much of a net-weaving spider all the same, like those he had observed in his cupboard of ten years. And the power he felt radiating out from her was somehow alien, as if it did not belong to the petite, imperfect girl with whom he had been closely acquainted this fortnight. What was she doing? What was the point of dancing around the Dursleys' home, except to scare its occupants? (But then they would be harder to bargain with…)
She vanished beyond the far side of the fence, then returned again several minutes later – odder than before. It was as if a red light the colour of blood surrounded her from head to toe, and her movements were more delicate, like wading through mud or savouring a meal. And when her eyes met his, he was briefly startled that they were glowing from within, before he was sucked into them – into her perception.
Nets and sheets and fine particles surrounded him, clinging to every inch of his body and attempting to intrude into his soul. But he manoeuvred and manipulated them with innate knowledge that he never knew the source of, just accepting it as part of his being. He knew the blood, intimately, and he knew the caster of the wards from an accidental encounter.
With a last flick of his finger, the unnecessary wards finally collapsed.