What Harry dreams and feels as the day passes, only he could say. He twitches and cries out sometimes, but he is much quieter otherwise. Overhead, the sky turned burnished pewter, then pink and orange, and then, deepening shades of blue.

During these long hours, his body temperature has been rising. He sweats and gasps, but his heartbeat stays steady.

Until moonrise. As if at a signal, his heart rate skyrockets, and his eyes spring open, wide and in shock.