Chapter 3
Harry was pushed up against a wall by none other than his enemy, Draco Malfoy. Draco’s storm gray eyes swirled with emotions, moving down locking on Harry's pale lips. Suddenly Draco’s lips were on Harry’s connecting them. He deepened the kiss as Draco’s hand moved up to tug at the hem of Harry’s shirt.
All of a sudden the room started to spin, the colors becoming one and Harry was transported into a long, large room. He noticed his skull splitting headache, and quickly closed his eyes. After a few moments, he reopened them to discover that the walls were covered in photos of skulls and death. Harry started to quickly become nervous and if he had to be honest, a bit scared. He looked down and saw a body that wasn’t his, it was Voldemorts.
Being in the person who killed your parents and has tried to kill you multiple times, body is concerning. Harry heard Voldemort speak, as if he was himself speaking.
“We need to retrieve the prophecy. Why is it not in my hands, Bellatrix?” Voldemort/Harry snarled.
“Master,we are working as fast as we can-“
“Silence! Did I tell you that you could speak?”
“N..no, master”
“Crucio.”
Harry really wished he was anywhere else. Was this hell? Had Harry died? Honestly even being back in his first dream would be better. Things were just starting to heat up.
Speaking of heat, Harry’s head felt like it was being cut in half by a flaming knife. He was surprised he hadn’t passed out or thrown up yet. Could he even throw up wherever he was?
Tuning back into what was happening, Harry heard the words, “Harry Potter you will die.” Voldemort’s rage suddenly surged into Harry, making him feel immense pain. He couldn’t stop a scream from emerging between his lips, as the world turned black.
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Sirius hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep since before Azkaban. Most nights it took hours to fall asleep, and once he did it wasn’t long before he would wake up again either from a nightmare or from even the smallest creak in the house.
Recently Remus had taken to sleeping with Sirius. Remus had felt horrible after learning Sirius was innocent. He had abandoned and left his boyfriend in the worst place on earth. He didn’t think he would ever forgive himself, and would never understand why Sirius did. It had been a slow process, but their relationship was almost back to the level it was before.
When Sirius had Remus lying next to him, the nightmares seemed to lessen. Who wouldn’t be comforted with warm arms wrapped around them. Remus would have guessed that being a werewolf would scare people, but Sirius felt comfort in it. Remus was his protector who could chase away all of Sirius’s monsters, including nightmares.
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Sirius woke up to the sound of light whimpering. “That’s odd,” he thought. Rolling over, he saw the clock read 2:34am. He shook Remus’s shoulder gesturing for him to follow, as he got out of bed. Remus looked confused, but complied.
“Do you hear that whimpering noise?”
“Yes Remmy, that’s why we’re getting up.”
The noise seemed to be loudest outside Harry’s door, worried frowns sprouted on Sirius and Remus’s faces. They quickly barged in, shocked at what they saw.
Harry was writhing, making the whole bed shake. His face was scrunched in pain, sweat rolling down his face in large beads. His whimpers were slowly becoming louder, second by second.
Sirius and Remus were knocked out of their stupor, when a strangled scream escaped from Harry’s lips.
“Harry!” They exclaimed in unison. Sirius ran up to Harry shaking his shoulder. One last scream was heard as Harry’s eyes shot open, frantic and pained.
Harry rolled off the bed falling onto all fours, panting and clutching his head. His mind raced with questions about what he had just seen. Was the dream his imagination, or had he been inside Voldemort’s head. At first he didn’t notice Remus and Sirius looking down on him worriedly.
“Harry, are you alright?” When he looked up Harry realized, he had never seen him so worrried and distressed.
“I’m fine” Harry mumbled, not reassuring Sirius or Remus at all.
Remus was able to recognize Harry’s symptoms after caring for Sirius for so long. He made sure to add “You know it’s okay to have nightmares, everybody does, even me and Sirius have them.”
Sirius sensed Harry’s doubt. “It’s true a traumatic experience can also elevate them. I've gotten way more since getting out of Azkaban. When I was there I didn't think about what was happening, not that I had much of a working brain anyway…that’s not the point. The point is, nobody will judge you for having nightmares. Especially not the people that actually care for you.” Regaining some of his regular attitude Sirius randomly exclaimed, “Group Hug!”
Harry joined in, happy to have someone who finally cared for him. Remus stood awkwardly off to the side, shifting from foot to foot.
“Remmy, come here you’re part of this family too.” Harry smiled at the word family as Remus joined the embrace.
No one else in the house had either heard or cared enough to hear Harry’s distress. Maybe he was okay with that though. Sirius and Remus were all the family he needed. They didn't add up too much, but at least they cared.
Harry was able to go to bed later, feeling happier than he had in a long time knowing nightmares also affected the people he loved, and they could relate. His nightmares would probably continue, but at least he could find a little peace within them.
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When Sirius and Remus were back in their bed, Sirius remembered something he had seen. It hadn’t seemed important at the time, but he was Sirius and every little detail about his godson's life was important.
“Hey Rem, when we entered Harry’s room did you see anything different about him?”
“I was a bit more focused on the fact that he was writhing in bed, so no.”
“Well I was worried about that too, but I also noticed a bulge in his pants.”
“Sirius!”
“What? I’m just observant… I wonder who the lady is?”
“It doesn’t matter, it's supposed to be private, if you really want we can ask him in the morning, for now get some rest.”
“Fine, night Moony.”
“Night,Pads”
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At the same time across many miles a young blond haired wizard awoke, frightened of his dreams. His dreams were filled with a faceless Raven-haired boy. Despite the fact that the figure had no face, they were still able to inflict a fluttery feeling into Draco. A feeling that caused lots of his blood to run south. He had a feeling he had seen the figure before, but where…