September

Harry spied the dog near the stands. It was the same dog from Little Whinging, he was sure of it.

Cloaked figures swooped in from above. Harry's sight vanished. Suddenly, he was a year old standing in a crib, blood dripping down his face as he screamed and cried for his dead Mum and Da, then the vision continued and Harry saw what had came after.

"Harry! Harry!" Harry heard his name like a vague whisper, but was unable to move toward the sound. Darkness enveloped him and a sun and a moon passed before he woke.

Harry never spoke of what he saw in the vision invoked by the Dementors, but he did, in secret, sketch out his next privilege, goal and plan.