Draco cowered under Voldemort's gaze. Snape stood nearby, watching the scene with a growing sense of unease. He had promised Narcissa to keep her only son safe and it looked like he was about to fail.
"You failed. One task and you failed it." Voldemort got up from the chair in which he was sitting and walked towards Draco.
"I'm so disappointed in you Draco. I had such high hopes for you," Voldemort told him sadly. "But oh well. There is nothing that can be done about it now. You are just going to have to pay for your incompetence." The sleeve of Voldemort's robe slid down his arm as he raised it to reveal his wand.
"CRUCIO!" he yelled at Draco. He dropped to the floor, writhing in pain. Tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes and blood started to seep from his nose.
Voldemort turned away and walked towards is chair, his wand still fixed on Draco.
"However, you may still be useful to me so I won't kill you. Yet. But let it be a warning. Show your incompetent side again and you will pay the price." He kept his wand trained on the writhing figure on the floor.
The boy screamed in pain.
Harry's green eyes shot open, his forehead dripping with sweat. He disentangled himself from the sheet of the bed and swung his legs over the side. Harry lifted a hand to his forehead and rubbed the aching scar. He looked over at Ron, who was still sleeping peacefully. Slowly he rose from the bed and moved over to the window of Ron's room. He stayed there until dawn, pondering the dream and its meaning. When he realised he'd been there for a good three hours he walked back towards the bed and got in. As the first rays of light crept through the window Harry fell into a dreamless sleep.