Hey everyone. This story was written for both Angel's Event: The Pumpkin Patch, and Fortnightly Challenges Thread's World Mental Health Day on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For Angel's Event: The Pumpkin Patch my prompt was E9: (character) Luna Lovegood. For World Mental Health Day I used prompt 14. Write about nightmares/sleep paralysis. Warnings for mentions of torture and character death which happened in canon. I hope you all enjoy Nightmares From the War.
Every time she closes her eyes Luna Lovegood can see the massive devastation that was wrought by the Death Eaters during the Second Wizarding War. She herself had been a victim of the Death Eaters.
"Are you alright, dear?" came the kindly voice of old Olivander in her dream. She could still see him kneeling over her the day they'd thrown her into that cell in the basement of Malfoy Manor.
She could feel herself nodding not knowing if this was happening in real life or if it was happening in her dream. She could see in the far corner Dean Thomas covered in healing cut and bruises and felt the tear come to her eyes.
"Are you alright, dear?" Olivander and a different voice, a familiar voice, ask her at the same time.
Shooting up in bed she is confronted with the face of her husband Rolf Scamander. He looks concerned for her. She hears a whimper come from the foot of the bed and turning that way she can see that her twin sons Lorcan and Lysander. Both seemed to be very much afraid and she wonders to herself why that are afraid.
"You were screaming in your sleep again," Rolf told her.
She didn't remember screaming in the dream. It wasn't the usual scary dream about being held captive in the Malfoy home. Not one where they can all hear Hermione being tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange. Not even the one where Dobby died.
"I don't remember screaming," she whispered dreamily.
"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Rolf looking at her in pure concern.
She shook her head because unless you've been held captive by Death Eater you wouldn't understand what had happened to her. She looked at her sons, both of whom looked very tired, and getting up out of bed picked them up. "Why don't we put you to bed?" she asked them.
"We just wanted to make sure you were alright, Mummy," her little boy Locran told her putting his arms around her neck and burrying his head on her shoulder.
"Yeah," Lysander said doing exactly what his younger twin brother had just done.
"Mummy will be just fine boys," she told them as she took them back to their beds. She didn't explain why Mummy was always screaming in her sleep because you just don't discuss something like that with children that age. Maybe one day she'd tell them what had happened to her but that day wasn't now. And it was going to be soon. "Good night, boys," she told them giving each a kiss on the forehead. "I love you."
"Good night, Mummy," they both replied. "I love you too."
She watched them snuggle into their little pillows and fall into a sleep riddled with peaceful dreams and not for the first time she felt a little jealous of her sons. She wished that she could have peaceful dreams too like she used.
I hope you all enjoyed Nightmares from the War.
