Nightmare
Harry woke up, panting in the middle of the night. He sat up from where he lay and looks over to Severus who was sleeping peacefully.
He sat there thinking about the nightmare that he just had. The nightmare was about Voldemort again.
However, instead of Bellatrix being at the Burrow, it was Voldemort. Voldemort who set fire on the Burrow and killed everyone inside while both Harry and Ginny were chasing the other Death Eaters.
It wasn't that that woke him up. It was finding the Weasley's all dead, making Ginny the sole survivor of her family.
The look on her face. Harry couldn't forget it as she cries in anguish. He knows it was just a dream, but it felt so real.
Slowly getting out of bed, he made his way to the kitchen where he put on the light. Once there, he made himself warm tea and made his way towards the dining table.
He sat down on one of the chairs. While drinking and thinking about the dream, he heard movement from behind.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Severus voice asked.
Harry took a deep breath before letting it go. "No, I'm not," he murmured and he felt Severus stand beside him. "What are you doing up?" He asked.
"The bed felt cold without you," Severus admitted, "you weren't there to warm it up."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," Severus said softly, "what was the dream about?" He asked.
Harry shook his head slowly. "I can't," he said.
Severus nodded and he summons a house elf. "Could you get a plate of cookies to bring to my room? Mr. Potter is not feeling well," he said.
Harry watches the house elf nod and left. Not soon enough, the house elf returns with a plate of cookies before leaving again.
Harry smiles and he took one. "Thank you, Severus," he said.
Severus nodded but he didn't say anything as he sat beside Harry. He reaches over to hold Harry's other hand in comfort.
Harry didn't said anything but appreciated the comfort coming from him.