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The bed sunk near his legs, and Harry woke up, looking around groggily. He was always a light sleeper.
He reached around for his glasses with the hand that was previously around his wife's waist and shoved them on, just to see Al trying, in vain, to climb up their bed.
Ginny wasn't a light sleeper.
He carefully untangled himself from Ginny. Her arm was around his waist, and they were tightly snuggled together, her head on his chest.
"Al?"
"Daddy?" Al whispered.
"What's wrong, buddy?" He asked, picking Al up.
His green eyes looked back at him in fear and said, "Nightmare," his bottom lip wobbling.
Ginny woke up from the movement. "Harry?"
"Ssh….go to sleep, love, everything's ok." He pressed a kiss to her temple, and Ginny hmmed.
"Ssh….go to sleep, mummy," Al pressed a kiss to his mother's temple, and she opened her eyes and reached for him.
Harry placed Al in the middle, and they cuddled him from both sides. Al sighed contently before going into a very detailed description, too vivid for a four-year-old, if you ask Harry, of him being chased by a dinosaur on a broom. A very weird combination if you ask Ginny. But she was glad that their children had regular nightmares. Ones were dinosaurs rode brooms, and Hippogriffs played quidditch.
