Harry viewed the most exquisite tumbling cloud of smoke and dust and snow begin to roll towards his position as the mountain before him exploded. It reminded our entrapped hero of milk when added to a cup of tea. But then it dawned on him that it was a slight miscalculation in judgment to regard this cloud as spectacular, though spectacular it might have been. Instead, he suddenly realised that it should be seen as a symbol of doom, as it would surely result in his imminent death. Therefore Voldemort would inevitably be victorious, what with Harry being dead and no genuine threat left to thwart his tyrannical regime.
And then another thought sprouted in Harry's brain; this time he reminded his pessimistic side that he was prophesied to defeat Voldemort, however clichéd it sounded to him before. And so, the cold embrace of the whistling blizzard crashing with the force of a runaway freight train into his face and forearm, running along every single section of his body would soon prove insignificant for he would prove that Voldemort is not the immortal he claims to be. And then, Harry once again realised something else: whilst he had been quietly contemplating all the things related to his current situation, he had neglected to notice that the tumbling cloud of smoke and dust and snow that resembled milky tea was but 10 seconds from crashing into, not only him, but his little furry friend Ogza, who laid unconscious just a few inches away from Harry's feet. He always over thought things like this.
"In reflection", Harry said, "perhaps I shouldn't of picked up that fob watch after all"…