Harry woke with a start, gasping as he opened his eyes. He reached up to gently touch his forehead and winced, his lightning-bolt scar burning with a fiery pain, as if someone had pressed a red-hot iron wire against his skin.
When Harry finally caught his breath and sat up, his forehead was slick with sweat. He looked around in a daze, his gaze falling on Ron, who was fast asleep and snoring not far away.
What was that dream about?
Chapter 772