For some reason Ron wasn't the one keeping a roommate awake with noisy sleeping habits. Harry was tossing back and forward in his sleep, make bothered sounds and grunts that seemed to bear the signs of nightmares. Though, this had been the routine ever since Harry had arrived at Grimmauld Place a couple of days earlier – just like the excruciating silences that seemed to appear between the two of them and Hermione. The absence of letters and information regarding You-know-who had not fallen well with the boy who lived, and he didn't seem to keen on letting go of that grudge anytime soon.

Suddenly a loud thump was heard from the hallway on the other side of the door. Ron, at this time almost half asleep, turned quickly around to see Harry do just the same on the other bed though still sleeping unsoundly. Ron sat up on the side of the bed and put his feet into a pair Percy's old slippers, the ones which his brother himself had engraved "P. I. W." using golden stitches. Walking towards the door, Ron could feel the cold air seeping through the cracks in the wooden floor, and he wrapped one arm around himself as he turned the knob. Outside he could see a incredibly startled Kreacher trying to drag an old chiffonier down the crooked staircase. Not at all interested in this, he decided to just go back into the room and close the door. He found Harry sitting up in his bed, sweaty and exhausted.

"What was it?" Harry asked quite sleepy.

"Oh, just Kreacher gitting around with some old heirloom. If we're lucky it'll tumble over and crush him at the bottom of the stairs." A small smirk could be seen on Harry's face before the boy started to doze of again, to come alive again with a twist. Now Ron smirked back.

"You seem really tired? You alright?" he said, already knowing the answer.
"Uhm, yeah, just. It's just..."

"The scar and the nightmares?" Ron filled in, making Harry look quite blushed and ashamed.

"You have them every night, right? You're tossing around, whining and talking about him. Even as bystander, that is disturbing mate."

"I didn't know that I was bothering you, Ron. I can probably stay in Sirius room if that's what you want?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. You know I didn't! It's just that I worry about you. We all do, Harry. It's hard to see you ache like that."

"Well, it's a lot harder having to suffer it through every night! I see him kill people Ron, innocent people! And I can't do anything about it." Harry shouted before standing up and aiming his steps towards the door. He didn't get that far before being held on by Ron's unexpectedly strong arms, and then his embrace.

"I'm so angry Ron. And so scared." Harry whimpered, still tensed in his whole body. Ron could feel tear dripping down from Harry's cheek onto his shoulder, and tightened his grip.

"I'm here Harry. It's gonna be okay. It's all gonna be okay."

Harry let his guard down and relaxed his body. He wrapped his arms around Ron's back and for a while, they just stood there.

"I've got to use the loo." Harry said, now free from Ron's hold but wiping his face with the sleeve of his pajamas shirt.

When Harry came back, Ron had already laid himself down in his bed to sleep. He stood in the door-frame for a while till Ron reacted.

"Why are you standing over there for?"

"I, I don't wanna sleep alone. Can we..?" Ron looked at Harry and then sidled to the right, leaving some room. Harry slowly walked over and lifted the covers, slipped in and made Ron jump a bit with his cold feet.

"Sorry."

Harry let his sight rest on the dark wallpaper, not really wanting to fall asleep. The bed felt snug with Ron in it, but the problem still remained – the dreams with Voldemort. Or, as Voldemort. He had been him, in the dream? He had seen what the dark lord wanted, and desired. He had felt it. And the door. What was with that door? The centered golden knob, and the dark floor leading up to it. He wanted in, Harry knew it. Then, Ron wrapped his arm around him and laid his hand on Harry's. Soon they both would be asleep.