Author's Notes: I hope you're not mad because I haven't update this since forever. :D Anyway, what's with the low amount of reviews? 2? Come on. I was waiting for more. :(
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Midnight found Sirius going up to check on his Godson. He was worried about his precious Prongslet, but it was nothing, right? He kept telling himself that, but deep inside he knew it was much, much, much more than even his deepest, darkest secrets. He opened the door to Harry's—Ron's actually—room quietly and slowly. But what he found, shocked him to death.
"Come on, wake up!" Hermione pleaded, holding Harry in her arms. Draco, Ginny and Ron were all beside them trying to wake him up. "Harry... Harry, wake up!"
"NO! Stop, don't!" Harry yelled. "PLEASE!"
Sirius' eyes widened as he stared at his Godson. They all looked up as they saw him enter the room slowly.
"Sirius, can you wake him up?" Hermione asked pleadingly, tears welling in her eyes. "Nothing we do will work."
He smiled sadly at Harry's girlfriend, who reminded him so much of Lily. "Of course." He walked over and sat on the bed. Hermione passed him to Sirius who smiled fondly at his precious Godson. He began rocking him back and forth— running a hand through his hair— rubbing a hand up and down his back. "Shhh, Prongslet. It's only us... we won't hurt you."
Ginny held onto Draco's hand tightly. She was frightened— really frightened. She couldn't believe Harry had such nightmares. They were worse than the ones she was plagued with! Draco held her hand just as tightly, kissing it softly.
"No...No...No..."
"It's not working!" Hermione wailed, and Ron wrapped his arms around her tightly. Suddenly, someone apparated into the room, and Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "Godric Gryffindor!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"There's something wrong with my Heir," Godric replied simply. "I want to make sure he's all right before I go back to my own time and make sure Salazar doesn't do anything stupid."
Ginny giggled. "How is Daddy?" she asked.
"Ah, you must be Gailie," Godric smiled. "I don't recognize you because of the Glamour— but I do in fact know what you look like... actually, you're father is just... well, he's going absolutely crazy. He's been under the Polyjuice Potion at the Ministry in this time trying to get you and Draco proved innocent, but so far nothing's been working, and I even think that Fudge is getting onto who he really is. But he's too stupid to actually figure it out. Now, what is wrong with my Heir?" he asked, glaring at everyone.
"We're n-not sure," Hermione stuttered. "He's having a nightmare and won't wake up... please, can you help? I'm so worried, I can't stand to see him like this!" Hermione cried.
Godric smiled sadly at his Heir's soulmate. He knew that because he saw into the future. "Here, let me do something," he walked over to Harry, who was still in Sirius' arms. He gently took Harry from him and sat down on the bed. He then pressed his hand to Harry's forehead and began humming.
--INSIDE HARRY'S MIND--
"Ah, hello again, Harry, glorious day if I don't say so myself, hm?" Lord Voldemort sneered as he held the boy to his chest. Harry was holding his breath nervously as the Dark Lord ran his slimy fingers down his back and kissed him fiercely on the lips.
Harry screamed. "NO!"
"TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE, GET YOUR FITHLY HANDS OFF MY HEIR!" Godric Gryffindor yelled. "RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"
Voldemort, startled, dropped Harry to the ground, who was panting. He smirked. "Godric Gryffindor. How... lovely to see youl."
Harry's eyes widened. "Godric... Gryffindor?"
"I'm watching out for my Heir to make sure he doesn't come to any harm,'' Godric sneered. "Harry, I want you to get your wand out... and say the Killing Curse. You can kill him... if you believe because we are in your mind."
He nodded and jumped away from Voldemort and took out his wand. Pointing it at Voldemort, he yelled "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Voldemort fell to the ground in a pile of dust.
"Is he... really dead?" Harry asked Godric Gryffindor.
''Yes, he is," Godric replied. He walked over and wrapped his arms around his Heir. Harry relaxed in his hold. "Wake up, Harry."
--IN REALITY--
Harry's eyes shot open as he lay on the bed. Everyone was crowded around him and Hermione enveloped him into a hug and kissed him on the lips. "Oh, Harry..." she cried. "I was so worried about you..."
He smiled and wrapped his arms around her gently. "I'm fine. Oh, and I have some excellent news."
"What's that?"
"Gryffindor said that Voldemort was dead," Harry replied.
Everyone stared wide eyed before hugging the life out of Harry.
The terror was finally over.
TBC