Blinking tears out of his eyes, his teeth clacking together as he shuddered violently, Harry fought to remember what he had been dreaming about. It had been important, that much he knew, and Voldemort was angry. So angry, but why?  He struggled to think clearly and found himself giving up the effort it took to keep his head upright, resting it gingerly against the toilet seat and feeling glad that the house elves cleaned overnight. He felt awful - like he’d been over by a herd of hippogriffs.