Waking Up From A Nightmare ~Harry~

[ginny]

Ginny woke up arubtly, breathing heavily with sweat pouring down her face and still screaming. She had had a horrible nightmare that Voldemort had killed Harry and had made her watch as Harry's screams filled her ears. She looked around, her honey brown eyes filled with fear and pain. She didn't see anyone, so she tried to get out of bed, but of course with her luck, she got her foot caught in the sheets and toppled over onto the floor, creating a loud thump!, which echoed throughout the whole dorm.

She sighed, shakily standing up. She supported herself by leaning on the bed post. She stood upright again and headed down to the common room, now plopping onto the couch in front of the fire, the dancing flames reflecting off her tired and fearful features. She ran her fingers through her hair, sighing deeply. Her face was now as pale as parchment as she began to relive the nightmare. "No! Don't!" She screamed without registering that she was awake and at Hogwarts, not at a graveyard. She could still see the nightmare flashing before her eyes, scene from scene, as if she was watching a movie, although the roll of film never seemed to end.

She looked around, noticing the common room was dead silent, or at least it had been before she had come down here and screamed without stopping herself. Why did she have that nightmare? It had been horrible. Her heart ached just thinking about it. She put her head in her hands, feeling a couple tears escape her eyes and slide down her cheeks, only succeeding in getting the palms of her hands wet as she tried to stop the tears of anger and fear running down her cheeks.

She had to get out of here. She felt like she was going to puke just thinking about what Voldemort had done to Harry before killing him in her nightmare. She stood up, practically running out of the common room and exiting the castle, now running to the edge of the lake. She sat on a nearby rock and felt like she was going to vomit. She eventually did vomit in the lake a few minutes later. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, remembered how Voldemort had ordered the DEs to rape Harry and then torture him. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

((I really put my imagination into this post so can you please make your post long too? ))

[Harry Potter]

Harry woke up in the middle of the night, well, closer to around ten o'clockish. He never slept well anymore, especially now that the thought of him facing Voldemort eventually left him blinded by fear..and doubt..? Why would the 'Boy Who Lived' be so doubtful of his so called abilities? Everyone else seemed to hold him in such high regard nowadays. He had escaped the Dark Lord four times now, once you couldn't really count for anything that wonderfull..sure he had been the only one to ever escape the Avadra Kedevra curse, one of the Unforgivable ones, and now the thought that he caused others to die loomed over him dangerously. This was too much for one person, hell, one boy to comprehend. He was frightened, nearly to tears that he could be the cause of someone he knew, even loved, being taken from this world because of him. His mother, father, Cedric..ahd though he didn't call it his fault, Quirrel too. Four deaths on his part..Quirrel was corrupted by the dark lord and he knew this to be true..good people had been twisted, wrought by forces beyond their control.. He knew this mainly because of Neville who had both of his parents permanently residented at St. Mungos..

Yes thoughts of other students parents seemed to want to engulf him, like he didn't have troubles already. Hermione and Ron were becoming more distant.. his godfatherwas around here somewhere, the younger one here in the past while the older version tried to escape his demons in the future. He had only caught a glimpse of his father as a boy and to meet him would be a challenge in itself, mainly because harry knew that he'd run up to his father, then squeeze him into a tight hug. Oh he could see that going over well. Yeah right and fuzzy pink bunnies were going to pop out of his ears.. His mind traveled from his two best friends, back and forth, completely staying away from ole whats-his-name in Slytherin. Yes even Draco remained off his mind.
'' 'Bout time you bloody bastard.''
Harry muttered in the darkness, hearing what sounded like a humpf sound, followed by a loud snorting snore. He smiled gently as his thin, yet handsome face was cast by the shift of the curtains, blowing softly as the light breeze overtook them.
"It's ok Ron. There aren't any spiders here."
Though I could find you some he thought to himself, holding back a snicker as he held his wand over an open Marauder's Map, studying it by bright wand light. He found himself doing this regularly, having caught Malfoy in places he shouldn't be for such a perfect, pureblooded prefect. Behind his round rimmed glasses, you could see his eyes roll in disgust.

He shook his head angrily as he saw the prefect was sound asleep in him dorm, the small little dot that said,'Draco Malfoy' remaining stationary in the Slytherin boy's dormitory. Did the boy have no sense of curiousness? Just keep telling yourself he's up to something. You'll feel better. He told himself, ignoring the fact that the truth reared its ugly head again. Yeah..that's right. And his father will finally be sent to Azkaban. That could have happened and Harry not even know it since the future Lucius Malfoy was a Death Eater, hiding behind his status in the Ministry and all his arrogance, not to mention wealth. Harry was just as wealthy and could probably live off what he had in his volt..wait..there was no money in his volt!! Or was there? He hadn't checked. Surely Dumbledore wouldn't leave him empty handed when he sent him and the rest of his peers into the past, in order to try and change the future?

It was when he was studying this in his mind that he saw the little dot named 'Ginny Weasley' rush from the safety of her common room. He raised an eyebrow as he readjusted himself in the bed, moving his wand just so, better attempting to see what she might be up to at well around midnight now. When he saw the dot stop on the edge of a large black circle labeled 'the black lake', he concluded he would follow, just because he was worried about what she was doing or who she might meet. He got up out of the warmth of his bed, pushing his sheets aside as he lunged for his clothes. Fumbling around in the darkness brought him a pair of dark blue jeans, a white muscle shirt, a light jacket, some socks and a pair of black, mostly casual boots. He dressed quickly, only combing his hair with a quick brush through with his hand and a bit of gell. He made a quick look in the mirror to make sure he wasn't tired looking and then made out the door, map in hand as he held it in one hand, then his wand in the other. He took each step down from the boy's dorm at least two, maybe three at a time. He wasn't going to lose Ginny tonight. He pushed the sleeping portrait open, his swiftness slipping through and shutting it in one sharpish motion. Harry unfolded the cloak quickly, unwilling to let his form be seen by the wandering eyes of a prefect or worse, head student. His legs stretched the cloak a bit as he fastly walked down the long stretch of corridor, grandstaircase in sight...

Soon he was relieved to see the lake, a large black abyss just outside the castle. He walked quietly, hiding his noise well, as for the rest of him successfully too. He stopped behind a tree, his emerald eyes watching the beauty of Ginny Weasley before he stepped out into view. He might have hid his feelings for the beautiful girl once, maybe twice, but no longer. He had the guts to finally ask her out, even though it was a kiss that brought them together. He noticed she seemed upset, so, of course, him being the kind and caring boyfriend he was, stood near her. He wasn't sure if she wanted him to intrude on her thoughts, but without waiting for her to notice him, he cleared the knots out of his throat to get her attention.

[ginny]

Ginny vomitted once more, a look of disgust passing across her beautiful features. She sighed deeply, staring out into the darkness as the trees of the Forbidden Forest swayed slightly with the cold breeze. She shivered and rubbed her arms, trying to get warmer. She dipped a finger into the lake, quickly pulling it back out as the shock of the icy coolness hit her nerves in her fingers. She heard a noise, sort of like someone clearing their throat, behind her and turned, jumping in shock as she saw Harry behind her, her pale face shining slightly as the dim moonlight cast down upon her.
"Harry!"
She said, slightly out of breath. She hadn't thought he would follow her out of the common room and to the black lake. She turned away from him, unable to believe that her one true love was actually there and not lying motionless and dead atop a gravestone in a graveyard with Voldemort looming over him. She sighed deeply, running her fingers through her hair.
"I had a nightmare.....you......Voldemort.....rape.........murder.........torture......"
Her voice trailed off, leaving her speechless. Those were all the words she could get out at the moment and she was glad. She thought she would vomit again if she said anything else.

She continued to avoid eye contact with her boyfriend, unable to believe that she was at Hogwarts with an alive Harry rather than at a graveyard watching Harry get raped, tortured, and murdered while tied to a gravestone. She shuddered and it was not because of the cold wind sweeping throughout the grounds. Although, the next shiver she did was because of the breeze. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to recollect her thoughts, although it didn't work all that well as she began to scream and fell to the ground, still screaming her head off. As she was screaming, she was surprised to find, when she had finally opened her eyes, which had been snapped shut before, that none of the lights in the castle had switched on. She would've thought that her screams would have awoken the whole castle, but she had guessed wrong.

((Gah, short post! ))

[Harry Potter]

Harry felt a look of concern cross his face as she vomitted all over the ground again. His features of his face were shocked to see that such a nightmare could have done this to her. But to find out it had been about him..that was just unimaginable. His scar had been hurting during the night, but it worsened now that he was near her. He shook the pain away, though her sight made him dart a hand to his forehead, wondering why it was causing him so much pain. It was more than likely because Voldemort was coming to power and that things were being set into motion... he couldn't stand here, watching his girlfriend in so much pain. The nightmare must have really disturbed her and it was concerning him as he watched her. He felt helpless all of a sudden, like she was going to be taken away from him right then and there. He pushed the thought aside and began coming nearer to her. He watched her carefully, wondering if she could still have contact with Voldemort, aka Tom Riddle, after three years of the diary being destroyed. Harry had been in contact with him ever since he was a baby, having his scar been the connection bridge between them. Having your thoughts placed within the mind of a ruthless killer was beyond terrifying and he could see where she was coming from if she really did have contact with him.

Harry darted forward when he saw Ginny begin to fall, his knees skidding across the ground as he caught her just in time. Now he was really concerned, seeing her in so much fear. He tried his hand at Legilimency.. fuzzy though her thoughts were, he could see what she had been. He had only begun learning the subject. It was only due to Hermione's concern for his safety and she had spent hours with him in the Library trying to learn it. The same horrors she had seen, if only fuzzy images, were forever imprinted in his mind, as well as her words. Why would Voldemort want him raped, tortured, mutilated, before he was killed finally? What was the point? Make him weak? Degrade him? He couldn't make any sense of it.

"It's ok Ginny. I'm here now. You're safe. Voldemort's no where to be seen."
He said to her in a sort of finality. He held her in his arms, ignoring the fact they were on the cold ground. He lifted her in his arms, finding she wasn't heavy at all. He then began carrying her up to the castle. She was broken out in a sweat and she didn't need to get sick on account of a nightmare. His feet hit the castle's stone cold floor and he began to slowly ascend the steps of the Grand Staircase, intent on taking her to the Hospital Wing. Voldemort was causing him and those he loved so much pain.
"You're safe now Ginny."
He cooed to her, setting her down on one of the beds in the Hospital Wing. He pulled out his wand, wrote a note to the resident nurse and charmed it to the person in which it was intended.
"Find Pomfrey for me, little note."
He uttered to it, watching as it flew off, carried by a phantom breeze in the Hospital Wing. He drew up a chair next to the bed and watched Ginny intently.

((Please don't bring Voldemort here. You've got a frightened to death boyfriend on your hands as it is. ))

[ginny]

Ginny was caught in Harry's arms before collasping to the ground. Once he caught her, she snuggled closer to him, tears of fear and anger streaming down her cheeks. It pained her to think of all those things Voldemort did to Harry. One of the questions that swam across her mind was why would Voldemort do that? Why would he do that to Harry? Like her boyfriend, she wondered if Voldemort just wanted to degrade him or just that he had fun seeing people in pain. She glared at the ground at that thought, another tear escaping her eye. She heard Harry's words and looked up at him after hearing him say that she was safe and that Voldemort was no where to be seen, feeling as if she was in her first year, his second year, and he had just rescued her from the Basilisk. She sighed before speaking.
"How can you be sure?"
She asked, shaking her head again. She finally lent against his chizzled chest as he carried her to the castle and towards the Hospital Wing, although she noticed he stopped halfway to write a note and send it to Madam Pomfrey before laying her gently onto a bed with white linens in the Hospital Wing. She glanced at Harry before reaching for his hand and grasping it, gently squeezing it for reassurance that he was actually here and for comfort.

[Harry Potter]

Harry felt her grasp his hand gently for comfort, something he wouldn't have doubted at a time like this. He still wondered why the sick pig known as the Dark Lord wanted him raped, tortured, if he was just going to kill him anyway. Voldemort probably wanted to have his revenge on the son of James and Lily, just because it was their love that had spared him. For that to his parents, Harry would always be grateful. At times he wished they were here with him, watching over him as they had so intently been in the Mirror of Erised. He knew they were since they had been freed from Voldemort's wand. They were probably watching up from heaven right now, watching as he tried his hardest to be strong for the girl he loved so desperately. He felt he couldn't live without her. In that thought he was comforted, knowing his parents would always be willing to help him when he needed it most. Infact, it had been his father's words telling him to take Ginny up to the Hospital Wing for help. How he missed them, yet he had never really known them. He wanted to hear his mother's words and not her desperate screams. If he had wanted that, he could have visited the dementors for that one. No, that wasn't comforting to his mind so he pushed the thought aside for now. His eyes softened as she looked at him, parting her lips for speech.

"I just know Ginny," he said, leaning into run a hand threw her soft red hair, tresses that reminded him of how his mother had hair such as this,"you should probably rest until Madam Pomfrey comes here. I'm not going anywhere. Try to get some rest love."
He said, still concerned for her safety. He glanced over at the doors of the Hospital Wing, knowing they would not let someone threw with intent to harm its residents. Harry stiffled a yawn, covering his mouth with the hand that was not grasping Ginny's. So much fright had engulfed him and he just realized how worn out the night's events had made him. He wouldn't give into his tiredness, nore the fact the lids of his eyes tried to connect with one another. He took off the round - rimmed glasses, then rubbed his eyes, trying to keep himself awake. He had too, at the very least until Madam Pomfrey came in here.

[ginny]

"I'll try but I don't think I'll succeed, Harry."
Ginny said, refering to when Harry had said to get some rest. So much had happened in such little time that her head was spinning. Sometimes, she would have blank spots in her mind as she tried to remember what would happen next in her life. She sighed deeply, glancing at Harry. She noticed he looked extremely exhausted and sighed, squeezing his hand gently.
"Please get some rest, Harry. It looks like you need it more than I myself do."
She said, giving him a reassuring smile which she hoped would stregthen his confidence in her getting better. She heard bustling footsteps and raised her head slightly, although regreted it as she felt the dizziness hit her faster than you could say 'Quidditch.' She saw Madam Pomfrey come up to her out of the corner of her eye and practically force her to drink a dark bluish-purple potion, which Madam Pomfrey claimed would give her a dreamless state when she fell asleep.

Ginny felt her eyelids start to droop and she eventually drifted off to sleep, still grasping Harry's hand. She was glad he was here and by the look on his face before she drifted off, it seemed that Harry was dreaming about something that bothered him. She was going to say something but since she had already drifted off to sleep, it seemed almost impossible to get back up until morning. She felt like she was soaring in the darkness as she continued to sleep, slowly breathing in and out. So this was what it felt like to have no dreams while sleeping? she thought, now wondering if Madam Pomfrey had given some of the potion to Harry before going back to her office to give her and Harry some peace if she herself were to wake up in the middle of the night.