Author's Note: I'd like to thank my random word generator for giving me the perfect word for the drabble I was thinking of writing, as well as mention that this one is loosely inspired by Steppenwoelfin's fic, Beyond Words, in which Snape says, "I had dreams of you as well, Harry [...] You would simply look at me." It is not meant to be a companion to that story, though it could certainly be read as one if your heart desires.
Disclaimer: I mean no offense and make no money off of borrowing from two great authors.
Dreamland
It was the same dream, over and over again.
He would drift into dreamland, and there the boy would be: standing in front of him, silently staring, neutral eyes connecting with his own without their usual thinly veiled contempt and resentment, nor anything remotely approaching affection. Just staring.
The dreams unnerved him, but he refused to take dreamless sleep. That would mean admitting he had a problem with the dreams, which he most certainly did not.
And so Potter would continue to stand across from him, night after night: watching, never saying a word.
It happened over and over again.