Harry always thought himself lucky that he had never taken grievous sick; he was as hale and hearty as the stubbornest goat, his nurse once said, when he was still a boy. He knows little of what it means to lie abed and quake with fever or lose sight of the border 'tween dreams and the waking world.

This time when -- he believes -- his eyes snap oen, he seems to perceive that the light is fading and all that sounds is the wind. Has he dreamed that Kate was with him? He struggles to lift his head.