Disclaimer: I Own Nothing. Well, a couple of things, I suppose. But the closest I come to owning Harry Potter is owning the books, so find somebody else to sue.

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"Harry, wake up. You're dreaming, Harry, it's all right. It's just a nightmare."

Harry's eyes opened wide, and he bolted upright in his bed, looking frantically around the room. Sweat poured from his skin, and his hands shook uncontrollably. As he looked around the room, he found that Draco lay still on his bed. Harry also found that Remus was sitting next to him, holding his hand and rubbing his back.

"Are you all right?" Remus asked Harry, a concerned look on his face. Harry leaned into his father's embrace, trying to slow his breathing.

"Fine, Daddy," he mumbled. "Just a nightmare, I'm fine..."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry shook his head, coughing a little, then frowned.

"I'm not sick, am I?" Remus chuckled.

"You caught yourself quite a cold last night. All I want to know is why, if you knew about the charms around the tower, why would you still go outside, in the freezing cold and snow, in your pajamas?" Harry picked his head up and stared into Remus's eyes.

"What would you do if you suddenly realized that Dad was about to try and kill himself? Even if you knew it wouldn't work, you wouldn't worry about anything except getting to him, in case something went wrong."

"Point taken." Harry snuggled into Remus's robes for warmth. "Dumbledore told me all of what happened. He was rather concerned about why Draco's memory came up so suddenly, as he'd been doing a good job hiding it for over two years. It turns out that he was cursed. Somebody put a curse on him that makes him remember something and feel like it's his fault. The end result of the curse is that the guilt takes over, and the victim kills themselves. The curse was taken off, though, so Draco should be just fine when he wakes up."

"I hope so," Harry sighed, shivering as he lay his head on Remus's shoulder. "Where's Dad?"

"At home. He's been quite tired the past few days, so I told him I'd take care of this. You've been excused from all of your classes today and tomorrow, at least, so I'll be spending some time here with you."

"I wonder if Draco's going to hold me to that bet," Harry said, thoughtfully. At Remus's confused look, he explained, "Last time I was in here, he told me he'd give me a hundred and fifty galleons if I could stay out of here for the rest of the term."

"I only said a hundred," Draco muttered from his bed. "You said a hundred and fifty." He turned over to face Harry and Remus, yawning. "And it doesn't matter because you lost."

"How long have you been awake?" Harry wondered.

"Since you started screaming in your nightmare," Draco replied, rubbing his eyes. "But don't worry about waking me up. I didn't like my sleep anyway..." He changed the subject. "What's for breakfast?" Remus laughed a little.

"What do you want for breakfast?" he asked. Draco thought for a moment.

"Um...pancakes? Yeah, pancakes are good."

Smirking, Harry snapped his fingers. A breakfast tray appeared on each boy's lap, and on the trays were pancakes, syrup, sliced apples, and orange juice. Draco grinned, tiredly.

"Thanks, love." Remus just stared at Harry in surprise.

"How did you do that?" the older wizard asked.

"I can do a lot of stuff," Harry replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I've been working on controlling it all year."

"What else can you do?"

"Um... I can do wandless magic, as you just saw... I'm telepathic."

"He has a healing touch," Draco put in. He glared at Harry. "But if you demonstrate that on yourself again, I'll be very mad."

"Don't worry, I don't have enough energy for that anyway," Harry assured him, yawning. He looked at Remus. "Did you eat breakfast yet?" Remus shook his head. "Eat mine. I'm not as hungry as I thought I was. Oh, wait." Harry waved his hand over the silverware, and it was replaced with gold. "There you go." Remus chuckled.

"You have to eat some, too," he said before taking a bite of the pancakes. "Draco, how are you feeling?"

"All right," Draco replied. "Tired. I feel better about¼what happened¼ A lot better since the curse was taken off, anyway¼ Not feeling great with this bloody cold, though."

"Eh, it'll be gone in a few days or so," Harry told him, before turning his head away from the food and sneezing. "Now, if you two don't mind, I think I'm going to go back to sleep¼"