Can't get it outta my head
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! Harry had resorted to Dobby's tactics it was getting so bad. Presently he was whacking his head against his bed post to try and drive the dreams from his mind. Last night when they came, Harry tried to distract himself with his parent's photo album. The night before he wrote to Remus for a possible cure. The week before it, he had gotten some dreamless sleep potions from Madame Pomefrey, but she stopped giving them, in case he would get addicted. Harry had tried regular sleep potions since then, however, that only made him be forced to sit through the entire night of dreams.
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!
Harry's head was getting sore. Harry never had dreams when he was unconcious. It was a flawless plan.
"Harry? Wanna borrow my beater's club for that? I'll do it for you if you prefer. Anything to get you to stop your pounding at this god-awful hour." Seamus offered
Harry took the club from Seamus's bedside.
THWACK tinnnnnnnnnng THWACK Tiiiiiiiing! THWACK! Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!
"Just a few more hits." Harry murmured
"Stop it Mate. You're gonna kill yourself off." Ron muttered sleepily
"You're right. Hate to put Voldemort out of a job." Harry said dryly "Besides, I'd prefer the death to these.odd.awful.weird.unnatural.I dunno how to describe them."
Ron sat up
"Spill. Now. I don't want to lose more sleep." Ron said sternly
"Ok. Think of something, that would get any boy in the school beaten to the point of near death for even thinking about." Harry said cautiously, trying not to give himself away
"You mean like somebody wanting to date my baby sister?" Ron asked, a slight edge to his voice
Even the rings under his eyes turned white.
Ron gave him the evil eye.
"I'll deal with you tomorrow. I need sleep." Ron growled at him
Harry gulped and laid down in his bed.
He didn't sleep a wink that night.
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! Harry had resorted to Dobby's tactics it was getting so bad. Presently he was whacking his head against his bed post to try and drive the dreams from his mind. Last night when they came, Harry tried to distract himself with his parent's photo album. The night before he wrote to Remus for a possible cure. The week before it, he had gotten some dreamless sleep potions from Madame Pomefrey, but she stopped giving them, in case he would get addicted. Harry had tried regular sleep potions since then, however, that only made him be forced to sit through the entire night of dreams.
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!
Harry's head was getting sore. Harry never had dreams when he was unconcious. It was a flawless plan.
"Harry? Wanna borrow my beater's club for that? I'll do it for you if you prefer. Anything to get you to stop your pounding at this god-awful hour." Seamus offered
Harry took the club from Seamus's bedside.
THWACK tinnnnnnnnnng THWACK Tiiiiiiiing! THWACK! Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!
"Just a few more hits." Harry murmured
"Stop it Mate. You're gonna kill yourself off." Ron muttered sleepily
"You're right. Hate to put Voldemort out of a job." Harry said dryly "Besides, I'd prefer the death to these.odd.awful.weird.unnatural.I dunno how to describe them."
Ron sat up
"Spill. Now. I don't want to lose more sleep." Ron said sternly
"Ok. Think of something, that would get any boy in the school beaten to the point of near death for even thinking about." Harry said cautiously, trying not to give himself away
"You mean like somebody wanting to date my baby sister?" Ron asked, a slight edge to his voice
Even the rings under his eyes turned white.
Ron gave him the evil eye.
"I'll deal with you tomorrow. I need sleep." Ron growled at him
Harry gulped and laid down in his bed.
He didn't sleep a wink that night.