Freedom Shall Come to Those Who Seek
Chapter 2: Come for Me-----------------------
Harry woke up in a cold sweat, a scream emerging from his lips that was loud enough to wake the dead. He clutched around in his bed for someone lying next to him. Said someone was busy trying to calm Harry down.
"Shh love, it was only a dream. Only a dream, shh, its all right now…" Neville whispered into Harry's ear, trying to get him to calm down. Gradually Harry stopped screaming and simply clutched at Neville, crushing him to the other boy's chest.
For a few uncomfortable moments, Neville allowed this, then slowly maneuvered them both into a much more comfortable position. It had been like this for the past several nights. Harry would wake from a dream that involved some sort of horrible torture, featuring Neville and then it would be up to him to try and calm him down. To convince him that he was not dead, dying or maimed beyond belief.
It was getting harder and harder to convince Harry that he was whole and hale.
Neville murmured soothing things as he stroked Harry's back in gentle circles. He wondered who he should tell about the dreams. Convincing Harry wouldn't be a problem anymore, but who could they trust?
Enough people had problems with them being a couple, though for all appearances, they had adjusted well enough since their fifth year, when they had come out, but if he were to mention the dreams that Harry had been having…
No, there wasn't anyone they could really trust with this. Even Dumbledore wouldn't likely believe them. He was too set in his view of the world where his Golden Boy was nice and straight, interested only in saving the world and girls. Hell, he didn't even think that the old man had truly accepted that Sirius was gone.
The old man had been cracking for a while now. He was getting worried.
Of course, Neville hadn't said anything to anybody. Not even to Harry. Dumbledore was the last person that Harry really had that he felt he could trust with anything. Oh sure there were others, but Dumbledore had been the first, and was therefore the most important in Harry's views.
There had to be somebody who could help them…
As Neville settled back into sleep, wrapped protectively around his lover, he imagined he saw black eyes sneering coldly at him. Shivering, he tightened his grip on Harry and drifted off.
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To be continued.