A/N: An ode to my new laptop (yay!) – so this is the first document I've written on it, and hopefully there shall be many more to come. NOT part of the 'Seven Drabble' thingy-ma-bob.
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Every night after he'd been tortured by the Carrows, Michael dreamed of falling. He'd wake up mid-scream, drenched in sweat and Anthony and Terry, for the fifth time in many a night, would stir from their sleep and calm him.
They'd say that it was just the trauma and the stress – but Michael knew they could never understand. Even Terry, who seemed to read his own mind they were that close, could never understand.
It wasn't just falling, but the loss of hope that sucked out his soul as he felt himself fall every night. Of course, every time, there was no one stood at the bottom to catch him. And that was why every night he woke up screaming. He feared being alone and losing those who he dearly loved. The fact that he'd dreamt of falling didn't bother him at all – but he let the others think it did.
After all, if one day he found himself all alone, then he'd have a real reason to be scared.
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