And when he finally crawled into bed, he dreamed not of fire — but of wind, open sky, and a broom handle warm under his palms.
Harry almost smiled. Almost.
The night was cold and clear. The maze for the Third Task was just a low hedge of stakes and spells in the distance. But the dragon enclosure — invisible by day behind trees and enchantments — was marked by a faint orange glow on the horizon. Harry Potter.4
He walked back toward the tent, leaving Harry alone under a scatter of cold stars. And when he finally crawled into bed, he