Neville had always been a light sleeper. Sharing a dorm with four other boys had often resulted in a tired and sleepless Neville. When anyone got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or to sneak out, he was woken up. It was rare that these were the causes of his lack of sleep however. His sleep deprivation was, in fact, most commonly the result of Harry Potter.
It was with a sharp intake of breath that he woke up that night. At first, he was unsure of what had disturbed his sleep. And then he heard it. The noise that woke him.
"No!" Harry whispered from two beds over in a nightmare.
Neville rolled over onto his side to watch him. He was in a fitful sleep like he always was. Harry had always had nightmares. Even during their first he heard Harry's quiet pleas to his uncle. In his second year, he was kept awake by Harry's whispers about You-Know-Who and the Heir of Slytherin. During third year, he heard Harry's mutterings of the Dementors and Sirius Black. During forth year, it was about the dangerous tournament. But this year was the worst.
There had yet to be a night since term started that Neville had not been woken by Harry's nightmares. Some nights he heard Harry crying out for Cedric or for his parents. Other nights, it was Harry's angry shouts at Voldemort that woke him up. And then, some nights, he was awakened by Harry's strange whispers in Parseltongue. Those nights were the least common, but in Neville's opinion the most distressing.
"Cedric!" Harry called out again.
Neville sighed, rolled over onto his back and shut his eyes. It was going to be another long night.