Drained

A/N: Plz rr!!!

Chapter 1: Phantom?

As Harry Potter climbed into his four-poster bed, he said goodnight to all of his roommates.

"Night mate," Ron said to him, half asleep (as did most of the others).

"Harry," Neville began, "Have a good sleep."

He, apparently, was the only one in the dormitory who wasn't even close to sleep. Harry overlooked this, and fell fast asleep.

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He saw a cloaked figure moving toward his bed. He desperately grasped for his wand , but to no prevail. It swooped in closer, and closer...

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Harry woke up with a start. He felt his forehead, and his hand was covered with cold sweat. He looked around his dorm, waiting for something to jump out at him. He checked his bureau to make sure he still had his wand, and after a few minutes, he decided to try and get some more sleep.

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The cloaked figure came closer to him, and he once again could not find his wand. It was so close to him now, he could hear it's gravelly breathing. At first glance, he thought it might've been a dementor. But now as it was inches from him, he knew it wasn't. He'd encountered dementors before, and he could tell. A few moments later, it was nearly on top of him, so he lunged at it. Then it was gone.

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Harry woke again, and vowed not to go back to sleep. He would stay up as long as possible.

He sat there on his bead for hours, until sunrise. Then he got out of bed to take a shower, for he had been sweating quite a bit.

After he got dressed, His roommates began to wake.

"Morning mate!" Ron exclaimed groggily, "Sleep well?"

For a moment, Harry considered telling Ron about his dream and everything that had happened. But he then realized that It'd just make Ron worry, so he'd best not mention anything.

"Yep. I had a great sleep."

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Harry felt very groggy that morning at breakfast, for he'd gotten very little sleep.

"Harry?" Hermione asked, "Are you feeling okay?"

She sounded worried, so Harry just told her he was fine.

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That night, Harry had no idea what to do. He couldn't stay awake again. He decided to just try and sleep again.

After only about a few hours of sleep, Harry began the same dream. Once again, it was on top of him, so he woke up. But this time, it was really there.

Harry began to grasp for his wand, but he still didn't find it. The phantom was now almost completely covering him now.

"Help!" Harry yelped, his air supply being cut off.

A moment later a light went on, and the phantom was gone.