I wake up to screaming, screaming and screaming and screaming.
"Dad!" Albus calls suddenly from the next room. "I had the dream. That dream again. Why dad? Why?" He cries as I rush to his bed to hug him.
When he has quietened I look at him sadly.
"I don't know, Al. But I want to know... I kneed to know, so you need to tell me."
"Now, or in the morning?" He asks looking up at me.
"Now," I say, "I need to know now. Lets go downstairs, but don't wake mum, ok?"
"Ok dad." He replies trustingly, pulling on his robe. I flinch suddenly as a wave of memories come to me, from when I was that age, not yet knowing who I was, what I'd become.
My hand instinctively comes up to trace the line on my forehead which bothers me no more.
"Harry?" A groggy voice says from behind me.
"Ginny! You need to go back to sleep." I exclaim, turning to face her.
"Why're you up? What's the matter?" She mutters. I hesitate before I reply.
"It's Albus, he's had another one of his nightmares." I look into her eyes to see the mixture of sadness and worry I've seen in them only twice before.
"It couldn't be anything to do with... You know...?" She frowns.
I don't reassure her, I don't confirm her fears; all I can do is just look back at her with a reflection of her eyes in mine...