As his dream formed he found himself not within his own body. This one felt...older. He could feel his weakened joints and creaking bones as he bent to light his oven. After a few strikes of the match, it caught.  He spent a few moments cooking his supper when he saw it, out of the corner of his eyes, a light in the large house opposite his own. It was at this point that Harry realized that he wasn’t really in control of his body. As he suddenly begins to speak without wanting to.