The frightful chill haunted his dreams. The strange language with that unearthly voice prowled in his mind. And those eyes - those piercing silver eyes - the very thought of them sent a shudder of both fear and excitement down his spine. But what did it all mean? Did it mean anything at all? And if it did, what could it possibly mean for him? Such question plagued his psyche day after day, night after night. Relentless, persistent. There was no mercy - there was no comfort - there was no escaping. And Harry, though hopeful and terrified, was beginning to realize it.