Lily smiled at him from across the row boat, the giant squid slapping his tentacles harmlessly behind her.
"It's getting cold, James," she said, laughing. "Maybe we should go back."
"I'm not James," Harry responded. He looked away from her crestfallen expression to scan the horizon. He could see no end to the lake in any direction. "Which way do we…"
Harry's head whipped back to his mother when he heard her scream. Lily had collapsed to the bottom of the boat and was writhing in agony. He tried to go to her, but his body was frozen. He watched in horror as her voice broke, her face twisted in silent agony.
Lily's screaming resumed a moment later, her voice far too deep. The scenery shifted. Harry was standing in near darkness, Lily's body lay before him, her hair darkening and her body elongating until she became a man in black robes with equally black hair, face pressed to the floor, body trembling with pain.
Harry woke to his own screaming, scratching at his scar with both hands.
"Alright…alright," Moody was standing above him. The older wizard gently grasped Harry's hands, holding them down away from his face. "We're close, aren't we, my boy?"
Harry took several deep breathes, calming himself before nodding. "He's close. And he's angry."
It was several hours before Harry was able to get back to sleep.