Nightmares

The house was silent as he tossed and turned, eyes wide and sore as they stared blankly into the darkness.

Everyone had been grieving at first. The war had left nothing but destruction and devastation in its wake. He was often part of a group in the kitchen at three in the morning looking for water. It took a few months, but now it was only him. He took a glass to bed with him these days to avoid waking anyone up.

The nightmares left him desperate to scream but frozen. The paralysis that took over him was more terrifying than anything he had faced before.

The only thing he wished for now was dreamless sleep.


AN: Written for the May Event at Hogwarts for the prompt 'dreamless'. At first, it was written with George in mind, and then it shifted to Harry. In the end, I decided to leave it ambiguous. I hope you enjoyed :)

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