My dreams that evening were surreal; I had been chased by a masked figure who blamed me for ruining everything, and my wand kept turning into a snake that bit my right wrist, pumping venom into me whenever I did magic. Eventually the masked stranger caught me, and his bone-white mask resembled The Dark Lord, though the hair sticking out around it had the dark and unruly curls of Bellatrix. Apparently she was still looking to find and kill me.