Night Terrors

Draco couldn't move. His vision was blurred, he couldn't catch his breath and he felt like he was actually dying. He could hear Ron and Harry's voices but they were unclear.

Dementors. They'd been giving him hourly visits for almost ever since they gotten there. They'd only been at Azkaban for only two days and it already felt like months.

It would be have helped if they could fend off the Dementors but they had no wands. Even Ron and Harry found themselves helpless and petrified. Azkaban truly was hell.

Once they'd gone, Draco managed to roll off the small cot. He got to his knees after several attempts. He was hungry. Nobody had fed them at all and with the hourly visits from the horrible beings, they were sure to die.

"Food," Ron rasped crawling on the floor. "Water…"

"I hate them," Harry groaned. "Draco are you alright?"

Not being able to respond, Draco fell unconscious onto the cold floor. Ron and Harry crawled to him.

"Man, if Neville doesn't hurry, he won't have anyone to save," Ron said weakly.

"Don't worry, Neville will pull through," Harry wearily assured him. "Don't… Worry…"

×××××

Neville looked up as soon he heard Hermione's voice. She looked weary.

"How's it coming along," she asked. She took a seat on one of the seats.

Neville sighed. "Pretty good, but I have a feeling that this is all going to go wrong."

"Don't worry Neville. I'm sure you'll do just fine," Hermione assured him. "You have to… For Harry…"

×××××

"It's a pity really," Harrison's menacing voice ran out the empty apartment. "A pity that a young lovely woman had to die because of you."

Ginny's limp lifeless body fell from his arms. Around them lay many others, also dead and gone. All the people he cared deeply about. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna…

They were all gone because of him.

"How does it feel to be responsible for the death of others," Harrison demanded but it wasn't really him anymore. It was the old man he'd killed…

"You killed me! Now you're going to pay!" he yelled. "I'm going to make you PAY!"

×××××

Harry looked down at Draco as he thrashed in bed covered in sweat. Ron stood beside him also watching. They watched as the color drained from their friend's face.

"What… What do you suppose he's dreaming of?" Ron frowned.

"Horrible things. Things from his past…" Harry shook his head.

They continued to watch him toss and turn until finally, he bolted upright. Draco avoided their gaze.

Harry and Ron remained silent. They were waiting for him to say something. Anything. Draco hung his head.

"You looked like you were having one hell of a nightmare," Ron sighed.

Harry remained silent as he held Draco's gaze. He knew that there was something that Draco was hiding. A horrible secret… Draco seemed to have read his mind and looked away from Harry's knowing gaze.

"I'm hungry," Ron shook his head. "How long haven't we eaten…"

Draco sighed. They were given water and a couple of biscuits but that wasn't enough. Harry slumped down against the wall. They'd been so hungry…

"Oh no," Ron groaned.

"Dementors." Harry said grimly.

As soon as he'd said it, the cell doors opened and three Dementors swept in. almost immediately, the three Dementors moved in on the three men.

"No, no, no," Ron shut his eyes clutching at his hair. He couldn't move and the Dementors were taking away their energy.

As Draco's body weakened, he couldn't help but think that it was truly the end for them.