Nightmare
Hermione awoke to screaming. Instinct kicked in, and she dove for her wand, flashes of sickly green light pulsing across her vision. She fumbled on the bedside table, her clumsy fingers finally closing around cold wood. Hermione spun around, only to find herself pointing her wand at her writhing husband, caught in the throes of a night terror.
Hermione sighed and carefully placed her wand back, shuffling closer to Harry. She enclosed him in her arms, feeling his heartbeat racing beneath his skin.
"Sh, darling," she murmured. "It'll be alright. It'll be alright, I promise."
Harry's eyes were half-opened, only terror in the green depths as he stared at an unseen horror. He whimpered, his lips closing around frantic, silent spells.
"It's fine, all fine," Hermione soothed. It was her turn to comfort. She was sure it would be his tomorrow.