Spontaneous Angst Fanfic
Ron Weasley - Centric
Plot: Harry’s recovering from a nightmare.
It was the dead of night. Ron was sleeping in his bed when he was violently awoken by a heartwrenching scream. He blinked his eyes open, moving around violently in the bed and for a second the red-haired boy was groggy as he tried to collect himself. A slew of curses slipped from his lips and he quickly hurried to get up and he rubbed his eyes wildly.
“What the bloody–”
Another scream pierced the air and this time, Ron could hear the grumblings of his dormmates though Neville slept like the dead. He shrugged and looked back to where the scream came from; even though he couldn’t see much in the dark, he could see the writhing form of Harry as he slept and– oh, crap.
The red-haired boy rushed over to his mate’s bed and threw open the curtains, grabbing onto Harry’s shoulders. The black-haired boy was writhing in the darkness and Ron could see as waterfalls of tears poured down his face. The boy was gasping for breath and it was as if his lungs were constricting, he wasn’t getting any air, and he was crying so hard.
“Cedric, wake up–” the boy mumbled and tried to turn over, but Ron pulled him closer,
“Harry, mate. You’ve got to wake up. It’s just a dream.” He tried to murmur into Harry’s ear without startling him too terribly, but it wouldn’t work. He kept shaking and his cries grew louder, and the ginger boy tried to gently shush him.
“Whas’ goin’ on over there?” The low voice of the groggy Dean wondered loudly, following them from his bed on the other side of the room. Ron shook his head.
“Don’t–Don’t worry about it. Harry’s not doing too… good. Nightmares, ‘n stuff.” Ron called over, and just as he finished, a loud whimper slipped from Harry’s lips.
“Hush, mate. It’s gonna be alright. You’ve got to wake up.”Ron mumbled again, this time tapping the side of Harry’s head slightly. It didn’t work and suddenly, the boy began to shake worse.
“Wait, wait!”
“CEDRIC!” Harry screamed, his cry piercing the air so much it felt as if Ron’s world shook. More grumblings from their dormmates arose, and questions began to fly through the air:
“What’s that?”
“He doesn’t seem alright.”
“Some night terror that is…”
“Should we get McGonagall?” Neville's quiet voice rose. The other boys silenced at the sound, and Dean hummed while Ron began to sway with Harry. Ron gulped and paused for a moment. A beat passed.
“Maybe… maybe if it gets worse. But he’ll be okay, I think. Just give him a mo’.”
Quickly, before any of the other boys could make another comment Ron stumbled into his friend’s bed, shutting the curtains behind him. At the sudden noise Harry only began to shake more violently and whimper loudly… so Ron grabbed him and held him closer.
“It’s okay mate. You’re alright, it’s not real. Just wake up, please?”
Harry began to hyperventilate. Ron swore.
“Wake–wake up!” Ron asked, concern dripping from his voice. He groaned in apprehension, beginning to realize what he was going to have to do. The red-haired boy grabbed his friend tighter, holding him in what could be called an embrace, and began to sway slowly, the two of them rocking more. Harry’s whimpers quietened as they rocked, and finally, he began to breathe.
“I told you, mate, you’re alright.”
And the boy’s breaths softened, until he was no longer in a nightmare and just in a deep slumber. However, before Ron could get up again, he found himself slumbering with Harry Potter.
And they slept, no more nightmares for the night.