Just a Dream
It had been a typical night at the Burrow - noisy, crowded - but it never seemed to bother Harry any. Beyond practical jokes gone wrong and Mrs. Weasley fussing over ever detail, the Burrow was a happy home filled with love. Harry had never known such family closeness since he had met the Weasleys. Then again, until he had met the Weasleys, he also had never known how to concoct the perfect stink potion or slip Polyjuice into Mr. Weasley's morning tea undetected just to see the man walk out the front door into public on his way to work with a face like a mule. Harry was grateful to have friends like them, to have family - even if at times they were a little strange.
Harry used his wand to create enough light to continue reading his book in the dark. He had been having a terrible time trying to sleep with Ron snoring in the other bed not far away. Suddenly, Ron began to scream and swipe at unknown assailants. Harry dropped his book and hastily made his way over to the side of his friend's bed, using his wand still to create light as he hunkered over Ron.
"Ron!" Harry shouted in a whisper. "Ron, wake up!"
The red-head exclaimed, and sat up in bed with a start, his hand to his heaving chest as he attempted to catch his breath.
"You were having a nightmare," Harry pointed out.
"Bloody hell, Harry, it was horrible!" Ron stated, looking as if he might've eaten something revolting.
"What was it about?" Harry asked.
"Snape," the red-head replied, wide-eyed, and in a tone of voice that made his words sound scandalous.
"That is a nightmare," the other boy said.
Ron started shaking his head from side-to-side, puffing out his cheeks a couple of times as he tried to form his next words.
"But, it wasn't just Snape, Harry. He was wearing my Great Aunt Tessie's clothing, and he was dancing around me. He wanted to take me to the Yule Ball!" Ron added, in a high-pitched squeak. "I don't want to go!"
Harry had to surpress the urge to laugh. The dream his friend spoke of truly did sound like a nightmare, and definitely one Harry himself would never want to have. He shuddered lightly at the image of Snape dancing around in a dress.
Clearing his throat, Harry managed to reply: "It was just a dream, Ron. Go back to sleep. You tell that Professor Snape."
"Yeah...yeah..." Ron breathed out, sleepily, and laid back down on his side. "I'll tell him...All ten of him..."
Harry smiled to himself and shook his head, before returning to his own bed. He decided not to sleep just yet. He had enough to deal with. The last thing he needed now was to be dreaming about dancing Snapes.
The End.