"Harry!"
Harry could hear Ron's voice from very far away. He then opened his eyes – he was in his bunk at Hogwarts.
"Harry!" Ron yelled again.
Feeling a deep sense of relief, Harry responded, "ya?"
"Harry, we're going to miss McGonagal's class! We slept through breakfast, by the way. Stupid buggers not waking us up..." Ron muttered as he tried to put on his tie and talk at the same time. "She has got to be so sick of us missing it over the years, so we really, really ought to try and make it on this time, right? So let's go!"
Ron finished tying his tie, and stood there, tapping his foot impatiently.
"You go ahead," said Harry. No need to make Ron late like he would be.
Ron ran on ahead, while Harry pulled on his clothes. He felt absolutely horrible. He was exhausted from the nightmare. And it had seemed so very real, Ron falling to the ground, Hermione, Luna... Harry shuddered, finished dressing, and then ran down the hall to McGonagal's class room.
"Oof!" Harry fell to the ground along with someone else. "Sorry, sorry," muttered Harry.
"That's alright," Harry looked up to see Luna Lovegood. "I was running to charms, and I wasn't paying attention where I was going. Are you alright?"
"Ya, I'm fine." Harry watched Luna stand up. She was so graceful, not tripping over her feet like Harry would have. She picked up her books, and then offered Harry a hand.
"Thanks." Harry said, standing up. He stood staring at Luna for awhile, remembering how she looked when she was dead. He shivered at the thought
"W-well," stuttered Harry, after staring at her for a while. "I need to get to class. Pleasure running into you, Luna," Harry smiled at his unintended pun.
"Bye, Harry."
Harry was halfway down the hall to Transfiguration before he heard Luna's uproarious laughter. He smiled and ran the rest of the way to class.