Harry rolled over on his bed, a cold sweat dripping down his forehead. Damn, this was the 8th night in a row he had had a nightmare of Serius' death. Each night they got worse. But tonight was different. His cousin had thrown herself in front of Serius, taking her own life but saving his.
The shock hit Harry hard in the chest. There was a rumble in the attic and the ceiling creaked and rocked. Harry looked over at Ron who let out a loud snore. Harry rolled his eyes. He pulled his arm out from underneath of his pillow and looked at his watch. Pushing the button on the side to light it up to see what time it was. Water squirted out at him. Harry laughed a little. Fred and George, of course he should of known better.
He rolled out of bed and snuck quietly out of the room. This summer couldn't be going by any slower. He walked down the steps, making sure he skipped the ones that squeaked and groaned when you stepped on them and opened Ginny's bedroom door. Sydney was there, lying peacefully on the floor. Harry heaved a sigh of relief and went the rest of the way downstairs plopping out in a chair by the fireplace.
When he awoke Mrs. Weasley was standing over him. "Harry dear, why are you down here?" "Snoring, Ron's snoring." Mrs. Weasley grinned down at the boy, she knew better than to ask what was really bothering Harry. "Come get breakfast." She turned around and walked over to the kitchen sink. With a wave of her wand breakfast starting cooking. Harry yawned loudly and looked over at the table. Ron was glaring at him. "I do not snore Harry and you know it." "Yes Ron you do." "I would hear it wouldn't I?" Ron asked getting even angrier by the second. "Not if you're asleep you won't." Ron rolled his eyes, tired of arguing. Sydney came downstairs and looked at everyone. The depressed look in her eyes told Harry that she had not slept well again thinking of her parents' death.