11. Nightmare

His wand lay, broken, far out of his reach. It had snapped just moments before as Harry had been dueling Lord Voldemort. Now, Harry was tied against a tree, fighting it with his every movement. He had fallen at some point in the battle and had broken his wrist, and he could taste blood in his mouth, though where it came from he had no clue. He had other concerns.

"Let her GO!" Harry screamed, continuing to fight against his restraints.

Bellatrix laughed at Voldemort's side. "And you think we're going to listen to you, Potter? What can you do?" She raised her wand again. "I think another Cruciatus is in order."

Within seconds, a girl's screams pierced the night.

"Stop it!" Harry winced as he felt his wrist pull away from his arm even more. The girl's screams subsided into pained crying as Bellatrix lifted the curse.

"Let her go," Harry panted. "And I'm yours, I surrender. Just don't hurt her anymore."

"You're in no place to negotiate, Potter," Voldemort laughed condescendingly. He lifted his wand. "Say goodbye to your Mudblood, Harry Potter. Advada Kedavra!"

A jet of green light flew through the air, hitting the girl in the small of her back. She went limp, her face still wet with tears.

"HERMIONE!" Harry cried. His entire body went numb, flooded with cold fear. "Hermione, no!"

"You are a fool, Harry Potter." Voldemort smiled. He raised his wand and pointed it at Harry.

"Advada Kedavra!"

Gasping for breath, Harry Potter bolted into a sitting position, covered in sweat. He could still feel the numbness from his nightmare. It had all been so real.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice cut through the dark, heavily laden with sleep. "Darling, are you alright?"

He looked over to the other side of the bed. Hermione had sat up and was looking at him curiously. Harry grabbed her hand, running his thumb over her wedding band. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bad dream."

"I love you," she said, leaning over to kiss him. "Go back to sleep."

They laid back down and Harry wrapped an arm over Hermione's waist, resting his hand on her slightly protruding tummy. "Love you too," he whispered to her. "Both of you."

And that thought was more than enough to keep the nightmares away for the rest of the night.

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A/N: School continues to suck up all my free time. But I procrastinated all day. So here you go! :)