Reconciling Lily's Eyes

Chicago is awful in August.

Or perhaps it is always awful. Never having been before, Harry really can't say. All he knows is that it is awful now, even with his dog-eared Official Wizarding Guide to the City in his pocket, a small plastic I SAW THE SHARKS! souvenir bag from the Aquarium at his side and a hotdog loaded with onions, relish, pickles, tomatoes and peppers in his hand