Harry felt a hand shaking him urgently.
"Oi-mmopph-geerrofff-" he mumbled into his pillow. Blearily, he raised
his head a bit. "Wot the devil?"
One hand reached for his glasses, the other reached for his wand out of instinct.
The fuzzy person pulled into focus. Ginny. Of course. Harry relaxed the grip on his wand and tried to remind himself, yet again, that the war had been over for years. That the nightmares had been put to rest, and it was finally time to have some peace of mind. Or... mostly.
Ginny was pale, her nightgown slightly mussed. Her hair hung in one long braid down her back, but wispy strands were escaping haphazardly.
"Harry, honey, it's Remus again. I've tried everything -but..." she trailed off, the exhaustion showing in her face. Harry, blinking the sleep from his eyes, felt a guilty wince.
"I'm so sorry that he woke you up, sweetheart. You could have gotten me sooner." He soothed, taking her tenderly into his arms. Harry allowed himself to enjoy the warmth for one solid moment before pushing his wife lovingly back to bed, "Here. You get some sleep... I'll see to... Remus."
And then Harry warily picked his wand back up, and pushed himself out of bed. He walked from his bedroom, down a long hallway, and up a flight of stairs. At the top there was only one door -no hallway, no other rooms- just one single solitary door at the top of the stairs.
Taking a deep breath, and the key from a silver hook beside the door, Harry called softly to the room beyond the doorway - "Remus? Remus, it's Harry... Harry Potter." He added, just to be specific. You never really knew, with Remus; you never really could get into his head these days. "Ginny said you were awake. I just wanted to come and see... how you are feeling."
Steeling his resolve, Harry turned the silver key in the silver lock. He let himself carefully into the room, and made sure to shut and lock the door behind him. The key was rehung on a silver hook, identical to the outer hook.
Harry knew from years of experience exactly where the unbreakable bubble charm began, but there was also the silver line poured on the floor to mark the invisible barrier. Sighing softly, but knowing it was futile, Harry sat down on his usual chair, pulled close- but not too close- to the line. It would be, like always, another long night.
"Remus. Do you need to talk?" He offered; but his grip on his wand never faltered. He knew better by now.
There was silence.
And then, from the tattered ruins of the shadows on the other side of the invisible boundary, a whispering voice. It was like chalk dust in hot summer air.
"Make them go away." it whispered.
"Who, Remus? Make who go away?"
"I can't see him, but I know he's here. Sirius is. Just like you James. Even if I can only see you... he's here too."
There was another silence.
"He's here. Just like you... just like you... just like you..."