Dark
Harry couldn't breathe. The walls around him were closing in, trapping his breath within his chest and squeezing his ribs. Was he in Azkaban? His cupboard? He thought maybe it was Azkaban, he had a vague memory of 'guilty!', but maybe they sent him back to his relatives as a punishment. Ron probably squealed about their treatment of him.
He refused to consider that maybe Hermione did too.
The thought of her, laughing whilst he was thrown into the darkness, hurt.