Harry looked across the lake, arrayed in tiers, with the pale yellow magic that held Voldemort's last fragment of soul together shining on the top platform. He only needed to take that out, and the final battle was won.

The only problem was that it was clearly life magic. He was best at light magic, and night magic? Totally uncontrollable. But if it was uncontrollable...

He held out his hand, and white light coalesced. With a titanic effort of will, it turned a dark blue.

There was no way he was controlling this, but he could still throw it.

With a cry, he threw it at the center of the lake.

It bounced off the second layer's water, the wall, and then missed a passing duck as it settled in the grass.

Nobody said he had a good throwing arm.

Voldemort laughed. "Pathetic boy! You have no chance of defeating all my traps!"

Harry ignored him and threw again. And again. Some missed the entire general area. Others he didn't get a good grip on at all. He finally was getting better, getting closer, and...

And a duck leaped up and batted away the ball of night magic with its beak.

Damn.

"Ha! You fool! My guards will never let your feeble attempts past!"

Well then, he'd better get out a duck's natural enemy. Harry reached into his robes and brought out his secret weapon - handfuls of rubber duckies.

"What? No!"

Harry threw them. It didn't matter if they spread out, as long as the main path to the magic at the center was clear. The ducks panicked, flapping frantically as they fled to any part of the pond not near any abominations. And finally, with a little difficulty, even the final layer at the top was clear.

"Well, Potter," Voldemort said, his confidence back. "I know something you don't. Ducks may flee from their rubber brethren, but one thing takes precedence. Yes, bread crumbs! And I can summon rhinos!"

"What!?" Harry exclaimed. How did Voldemort even have access? And it ruined his plan completely! Everyone knew rhinos were excellent at baking bread!

Harry woke up.

He frowned, trying to remember his dream. Everything made so much sense at the time, but...

"I really need to stop eating sweets before bed."

Note: This was a real dream of mine. It was at least three times longer, and the entire thing was just as wild as this. This was the only portion I recovered. There were only very mild dialogue additions to make it work as written instead of visual medium. I added no jokes. I added no references, though you may find some anyway. (I have been playing Skyrim a lot recently - the wandless magic wasn't even seen as any kind of unusual in the dream itself.)