Summary:When a familiar nightmare strikes, who does Harry go to?
WARNING!:No pairings, strictly friendship.
Disclaimer:If I was Rowling, do you really think I would be writing fanfiction? No, I thought not. Harry Potter does not belong to me. And if he did, things would have been so very different... ~sighs longingly~
Author' Note:Just a very short little oneshot that has been going about my mind since I woke up this morning.
Invite Me In
"Have mercy...Not Harry...Please...take me instead..." the soft voice begged pleadingly. It was a sweet voice, one which he had become very familiar with of late. A voice he only heard when facing dementors or the nightmares that plagued his already troubled sleep. The voice was his mother's. Still sleeping, the tears began to fall; he knew what was coming…
"Move aside foolish woman, you need not die." Ordered the cold, menacing voice of Lord Voldemort.
"Have mercy...oh please..." The beautiful redhead whimpered as she blocked the crib from view. "Not Harry...Please..." And then there was light. Green, deadly light. The killing curse. She was dead. His mother was dead. And he was awake and shaking, tears pouring down his face. How was it even possible to feel such loss, when his only memory of her was that of her death? Not for the first time, Harry wished he had someone to hold him. Someone who cared for him, and knew how he was feeling...but Sirius was dead. He was alone. He felt his heart break a little more at the thought.
A loud snore came from the neighbouring four poster.
Ron.
Quietly, Harry parted his bed hangings and tiptoed towards Ron' bed. Parting the curtains, he slipped inside.
"Ron?" He whispered quietly, his voice scratchy from crying.
"Yeah?" Came the groggily response.
"Ummm..." Why did he come here again? What if Ron said no? This was a mistake. He turned to leave.
"Stay," came his friend' sleep clouded voice. "Please."
"But..."
"Come here." Ron commanded, holding up his covers in an obvious sign from him to join him.
Tentatively, Harry climbed in.
"Are you sure?" He asked softly.
"Idiot," the redhead murmured fondly, as he wrapped his arms around his upset friend.
"But how did-"
"Sleep." Ron said tiredly, "I've got you."
And surprisingly, Harry did.
I know that their friendship is far from perfect, but I could actually see this happening. Hopefully you've enjoyed my scribblings as much as I did jotting them down. :)
~Autumn Skyie
