Folie a Deux (the title is French, and means "a madness shared by two")
Harry shrieked and sat straight up in bed.
Ron immediately sat up as well. "What is it? Are you okay? Talk to me, Harry!"
Harry lunged at Ron and grabbed him in a fierce hug. He couldn't speak, not quite yet; the memories of blood and flashing steel, and freckled, split flesh were still far too fresh in his mind.
For a few minutes, Ron just held him tightly as he regained his breath.
Finally, Ron pulled back to look Harry in the eyes. "Another dream?" he asked. "Does your scar hurt?"
"No," Harry answered, and he shivered, "Do yours?"
