For the week that followed, Harry found his dreams infiltrated more and more by visions of Voldemort’s activities. It was never anything pleasant - torture and pain, and obsessive thoughts of the corridor in the Department of Mysteries. Occasionally, Harry would gain a flash of one of Voldemort’s Horcruxes, even the ones Harry knew Voldemort couldn’t possibly have access too. He concluded that Voldemort was dreaming about them himself, and he comforted himself with the knowledge that the ring featured no more heavily than any of the others.