Harry writhed uncontrollably on the bed, trapped in the throes of a horrifying nightmare. He watched on in agony as Pettigrew drew his wand, following Voldemort's orders; 'kill the spare'. A stream of bright green light launched from the tip of his wand, hitting Cedric square in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
"Noooooooo!" Harry screamed in despair, feeling rough hands shaking him. He panted and gasped for air as he sat bolt upright in the bed, taking in the sights and smells around him to recognise that he was sitting in Ron's bedroom.
"Sorry," he whispered, realising he'd woken his friend up.
"It's alright mate, you had a nightmare." Harry laid back down, chest heaving slightly. "You're safe here, Harry", he continued, trying to ease his worries. "Try and get some more sleep."
'Safe'. Harry nodded in thanks, and before long, had drifted back to sleep. Yeah, he was safe here.