A/D: I disclaim, not mine. If it was, Voldemort would win.

A/N: It's more like three drabbles. I hope you enjoy it. And people, it's 2010, I don't care about your gender or sexuality, this is just for fun, no offense meant.

How it must have sounded!

Harry Potter was moaning in his sleep. He was once again plagued by nightmares about the graveyard.

"AAAAHHHHH…Cedric…no…hurts…"

The events of Cedric Diggory's death and Voldemort's resurrection were the recurring themes of his nightmares.

"Please…Cedric…please…don't leave me…CEDRIC!"

As Harry Potter gave a particularly sharp cry at the last word, Dudley Dursley who had been on his way to the bathroom smirked and muttered, 'fag'.

Vernon Dursley was a perfectly normal man, with a perfectly normal wife, a perfectly normal (in a sense) son and as such disliked anything interrupting his perfectly normal life. One such thing that kept him from his goal of perfectly normal living was his perfectly abnormal nephew. Not only had the boy been intruding upon his family for more than a decade but now he wouldn't let him have a good night's sleep.

"…Sirius…Sirius…let me…Sirius…come back…"

Vernon Dursley was in his bed, resisting the urge to go strangle his nephew who kept moaning random things about a man in his sleep. As if he wasn't freakish enough already!

"Sirius…let me…please…SIRIUS! NO!! I NEED YOU!"

At that moment, Mr. Dursley was immensely glad that Dudley already had a girlfriend.

"You BASTARD! Come back and face me!"

Harry Potter was once again blighted by nightmares regarding the horrors he faced at the end of this school year. Unknown to him, he had an audience outside his door.

"You COWARD! Kill me like you killed him traitor…"

Petunia Dursley normally didn't wake at night; she was a heavy sleeper. So it was rare to see her, in her pink nightdress, in the hallway outside her nephew's room.

"He trusted you Snape! He trusted you and you killed him…Are you happy now? He's gone…"

Now Mrs. Dursley was well aware of her nephew's…leanings so as to say. How could she not when her husband had ranted about it for a month! She was just glad her own Diddydums was normal. Unlike other mothers, she was ever so glad to find a Playboy magazine in her son's room. Vernon had celebrated it by giving her Popkins a new laptop.

But as she heard that declaration and Snape's name, she felt a tiny bit of compassion for her dead sister's son.

'I knew that Snape kid was no good. The way he looked at Lily…but Lily's boy?!'