"You're safe now"
Heart racing, Pansy jolted awake. A cold sweat drenched her nightclothes, forcing a harsh shiver down her spine. She clawed at the blankets cocooning her in an attempt to free herself. Halfway through ripping them off, she felt strong, warm hands grab at either of her shoulders.
She bucked away harshly before the calm voice that shared a body with those hands offered her soft words of clarity—they warmed her like a mug of nighttime tea.
“Pans, you’re safe now. It’s just me,” the sleepy voice offered. Pansy’s panic slowed. The arms wrapped around her again, stronger this time as the nightmare images of skull masks and black cloaks ebbed from her mind and memory. It had just been a bad dream.
She was in her room. She was with Neville. She was safe.
Together, they went back to sleep