This is my first time writing in this fandom, and this story is based off a line from Phoenix Under Siege. I hope you enjoy!
The boy sat bolt upright in bed, shaking in the aftermath of a terrible dream. Looking around his room, the shadows seemed to leap out at him, taunting him with how lonely and dark his room was.
Jumping out of bed, he ran out of his room and down the stairs, heading for the sitting room, where he knew Harry would still by sitting by the fire. Coming into the room, he launched himself into his grandfather's lap and wrapped his arms around him.
"What's wrong, Bud?" Harry asked concernedly, startled by his grandson's sudden appearance.
"It was a nightmare," the boy said, his hold tightening in rememberance. "I couldn't find you, or Mom, or Dad, or anybody!"
Harry gently released the boy's arms from around his waist, settling them both more comfortably into the armchair. The firelight flickered on both their faces as he said, "It's always scarier when you're alone, hey Bud? Don't worry now, it was just a dream."