Thanks for the reviews so far, this may be quite a short story, it all really depends on whether people really want me to continue once I get to my approximated end! Sorry I haven't updated in such a long time, I had severe writers block. In this chapter, we introduce dearest Oliver! Yay!

Harry was drenched in a cold sweat and he was writhing around on the sofa, his eyes tightly closed, whimpering quietly.

It was happening again.

Oliver had seen this happen before, many a night had he woken up to find the boy screaming beside him, thrashing about wildly, pain scratching through his features. Harry had arrived at the point when he never wanted to sleep again. Over the last fortnight, Oliver reckoned Harry had only received eight hours sleep. Two days ago, Oliver had returned from Quidditch practice to find Harry brewing a potion that Oliver later found out would keep him awake for a month. Unbeknownst to Oliver, Harry had brewed enough to last him the year.

Today, Oliver had entered the flat which he shared with his boyfriend and found him asleep in the living room, writhing on the sofa, a pain filled dream threading through his mind.

Oliver fell down onto his knees beside the sofa, beside himself with worry. Carefully he brought his hands up to rest on Harry's shoulders. Harry seemed to calm slightly at the gentle touch but his face was still wracked with fear. Oliver tried to speak to him. He had to wake him up.

"Harry."

At the speaking of his name, Harry whimpered again.

"Harry." Oliver repeated, trying to keep as calm as possible as not to startle the younger boy.

"Harry." Oliver was beginning to panic, he didn't want to rip the boy from his dream, that could be a very bad move, but then again, he desperately wanted to wake him and save him from his nightmare.

"Harry." Oliver started to shake his shoulders gently.

"Harry." Harry had started to twitch violently and he slowly opened his mouth and let out a shuddered moan.

"Why won't you help me?"

Oliver couldn't take it any more and he screamed his name.

"HARRY!"

The black haired boy bolted upright, his eyes wide with terror. He was as white as a sheet and his breathing was ragged.

"Harry?" Oliver asked gently as their gaze locked. Harry urgently brought his hands up to his cheeks then pulled them forwards to stare at his fingers. He sighed in relief and let them fall to his lap.

"What's wrong?" Oliver whispered. Harry was silent for a time, catching his breath. He hid his eyes from his boyfriend and curled his legs up to his chest.

"My face was bleeding." He mumbled.

The sight of the black haired boy in such obvious mental pain ripped through Oliver's heart and he wrapped his arms tightly around the thin figure in front of him.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Harry sighed again and accepted the gesture.

Harry had been so tired, he couldn't help but fall asleep when he sat down on the sofa to watch TV. In fact, he felt as though he was slipping back into a light slumber at that moment. He couldn't help it, Oliver was always so comforting. Harry jolted his head back so he wouldn't fall asleep and he stifled a laugh when Oliver jumped then proceeded to stare at him intently, silently asking what was wrong.

"It's okay, I felt like I was falling asleep that's all." Harry smiled and he could see the relief on Oliver's face.

"Well, you really do need to sleep but I hate to see you like this." He muttered, absently stroking Harry's hand with his thumb.

"I'm okay! Honestly!" Harry chirped, an optimistic smile lighting up his tired and sullen face. Oliver chuckled at the courage that surged through his boyfriend's veins.

If only Oliver had that much courage.

Oliver had been battling with himself for months. Harry and Oliver got together three years after Harry had finished school. Harry had grown into a brave, charismatic, and to Oliver, a beautiful person. After a year of dating, the two had decided to move in together and they had now been living for ten months in a small two bedroom flat in the heart of London.

It had been on the night they moved in.

Harry had told Oliver that he loved him.

Oliver had so desperately wanted to say it back but a tiny voice that played at the back of his mind had told him otherwise. He had never had the guts to tell Harry how he felt and now that Harry was having a tough time coping with his nightmares, Oliver didn't want to inflict a shock to his system.

Oliver loved Harry. It was obvious to anyone who even glanced at the two when they were together. Oliver loved every tiny little thing about the black haired beauty. His voice, his eyes, his smile, and his heart. He had been drawn to the boy from the moment they had met. He had treasured every second spent in Harry's company and he was not going to let Harry slip away.

"Come on Harry, we're going to the Weasleys'. It's about time they knew what's been happening to you."

Oliver stood and took Harry's hand gently in his own. Harry seemed uncertain.

"But they'll only worry."

"Exactly. We can help you Harry but first you need to help yourself. They're like your family so I'm sure you won't regret seeing them."

Oliver offered Harry a reassuring smile and gently tugged to help Harry up. Wrapping his coat around the black haired boys' thin shoulders, Oliver pulled Harry close to his chest, a warm glow surrounding him as their bodies touched.

Within a second, the two were standing outside the Burrow.

Thanks again for the reviews and sorry again for not updating sooner, the story would have made more sense if I had. Please review and tell me what you think. Thank you!