A/N: THIS STORYS NOT DEAD YET! ITS FEELING MUCH BETTER!

I finally got the motivation to write this again after TWO MONTHS. So here's the next chapter. The next update comes when it comes.

Enjoy!

Cody had eaten all the candy he'd grabbed from the Great Hall solemnly as he processed the events at dinner.

"I can't believe how much of a jerk Duncan was to Harold. Gryffindors are so… Ugh!" Cody mumbled to himself between bites. He felt his stomach slowly start to ache and moan from too much candy. "That doesn't sound good." He said, concerned.

"It certainly doesn't. That's what happens when you eat too much sugar too fast." Noah said matter-of-factly as he stood over Cody, his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised.

Cody looked back at the floor. "What is it, Noah? I thought you were hanging out with those Gryffindors."

"Yeah, they're okay. Pretty annoying to be around for long periods of time, but I can tolerate them." He shrugged.

"Hmm. Seemed like you were having a fine time."

"Meh…" Noah looked away.

"What, is something wrong?" Cody patted the spot next to him, while moving his flowy robe out of the way. "Come down here so I can see your face." he requested gently.

Noah smiled a little and sat down. He sighed and relaxed his back into the hard wall, legs outstretched. He looked at Cody, then back at the floor, like something was definitely bothering him.

"C'mon, you can tell me. We're friends, aren't we?" Cody didn't really know why he had to reiterate this. Maybe to prove Harold wrong to himself.

"I had.." Pause, like he didn't believe what he was saying was correct. "...it was a bad dream, that's all."

"What was in it?"

"A..a dragon. And-my wand, and there were people vanishing everywhere and voices yelling and laughing at me, and I tried to stop them but-" Noah was starting to get a little anxious by the sound of his voice,and...teary? No, he never cried. Still, he wiped one away from his eye. " And I don't know if it means anything or if I'm just going crazy…"

Cody saw that his friend was nervous, confused and scared. He'd never seen him afraid of anything before. Noah was usually the one with the answers to everything, and kept a cool head.

Cody moved a little closer and put his hand on top of Noah's. "It's okay, Noah. You can cry if you need to. It sounds terrifying." He couldn't imagine having a dream like that, and he wanted to help his best friend get through it.

Noah gave a small nod, then let the tears come. All his pent up emotions let themselves out, like a boggart out of its chest. Except he couldn't put them back in, fixed.

Cody moved his hand to and across Noah's back, and he gently wrapped him in a hug. "I'm here. You're going to be fine," he said reassuringly. "It was a dream."

Noah leaned into the hug and they sat outside the noisy hall, his tears slowly beginning to cease. He let himself breathe. "Thanks." He said quietly, wiping both his now red eyes, his voice still a little choked.

Cody pulled out of his embrace.. He smiled. "That's what friends are for." He got up and offered Noah a hand. He took it gladly and Cody helped him up. Not that he needed to.

They were now standing, facing each other. Cody saw their hands were still joined. He looked around, to make sure no one saw them. Noah appeared to be doing the same. Their eyes met again, and their hands finally split. They turned away from each other and went towards their respective common rooms.

Then next day, at breakfast, Noah was nowhere to be seen. His Gryffindor friends were being their loud, obnoxious selves as usual, and either knew he wasn't there and didn't care, or they forgot to wake him up.

It was mail time. Owls flew in carrying all sorts of packages. A gray one Cody recognized as Athena, Noah's owl, flew over him and dropped a rolled-up piece in front of him. He opened it carefully, making sure to keep it out of the prying eyes of Harold or Zeke.

Hello,

I know you too well to know. you're probably wondering where I am right now. I'm in the hospital wing, recovering from the horrific sleep I had last night. I won't disclose the details here, I know how nosy Harold can be.

I've decided to start writing out my dreams to try and find a pattern in them. I don't know if it will help at all, but one can hope. Or not, you know blind faith isn't my forté.

I'm telling you all this because… you're my best friend.

Oh, one more thing: mention last night to anyone, and consider our friendship over, Cody Anderson.

-Noah

Cody rolled his eyes and smiled. Classic Noah.

"Hey, what do you have there, Cody? A letter from your mom?" Harold asked through a bite of food.

Cody rolled up the parchment quickly. "Nope! It's nothing. Must've been the wrong owl." He stood up and walked out.

"What do you think that was about, eh?" asked Zeke.

Harold shrugged."Sometimes he's just a mystery." He saw Zeke trying to steal something from him."You have your own plate, GOSH! Get away from my bacon!"

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