Nightmare | Drarry | English

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

      Ever since the war ended, the wizarding world had been peaceful. The fear of death no longer kept people up at night. No one was struggling with the possibility of their loved ones getting hurt anymore. Even though it was hard to admit and get used to at first, they all knew that the danger was over now. The war was won, Voldemort was destroyed, nearly all of his followers were caught and sent to Azkaban. The Ministry of Magic was cleaned from the traitors and was stronger than ever with the new Minister of Magic, Kingsley. In the last five months, the wounds were healed as much as possible. In short, everything was fine. This peace had found Hogwarts as well, the school year was progressing smoothly after a long time. All students were trying to forget the past and focus on their education. Except one. Harry Potter.

      Despite him being one of the people who deserved peace the most, he couldn't get rid of the shadow of the past. In his nightmares, he relived the war from five months ago, and all the bad things that happened to him until the war. He couldn't stop it, no matter how badly he wanted to. When he was awake, he was the hero who led the war, but the moment he fell asleep, he turned into a helpless child. And one thing that made everything worse was Draco Malfoy being his roommate.

      The first time he decided that returning for the 8th year was a bad idea; was when he found out that he had to be roommates with him. He didn't care that the male was a good person now - Draco was the symbol of the past he hated to remember, the past that caused these nightmares. Draco was an ex-Death Eater who tried to kill Dumbledore. Harry hadn't forgotten how the male saved his life in the Malfoy Mansion. He knew Draco wasn't an evil person like all the other Death Eaters. Still, he hated having to see him every morning and night, during classes and in the dining hall, in the common rooms, practically everywhere. During the month they had to put up with each other, they hadn't had a fight, but they hadn't really communicated either. They didn't talk. Their eyes didn't meet in the room, they didn't directly communicate, they didn't even greet each other. It was as if there was a silent agreement between them. And they abided by the agreement by ignoring each other.

      Draco's eyes opened when he heard a pained scream towards five in the morning. With his heart beating wildly in his chest, he sat up in the bed and looked at the direction of the noise. At Harry. In his bed pressed against the opposite wall, he was writhing, his voice was echoing in the room, in the entire dormitory. Draco could see him sweating from his bed. He didn't know what to do as Harry's voice grew louder. He witnessed him having nightmares before, actually, he witnessed it pretty often but this was a first. Usually, Harry would put a silencing charm around his bed. If Draco happened to be awake, he would only see Harry sweating and moving around in bed. He would pay it no mind and continue sleeping.

      He didn't know what to do. When he was about to call out to Harry, the door opened. First Ron entered, followed by Neville and Seamus.

      "Harry!" said Ron, running to the bed. "Wake up, mate! Wake up!" He grabbed Harry's shoulders and started to shake him lightly. "You are having a nightmare, everything is alright, mate. Come on."

      Then Hermione entered the room. She pushed Neville and Seamus aside and walked to the front, her worried gaze fixing on Harry's face. She still looked the calmest. "Leave it to me," she said, pushing Ron's hands away. As Harry continued writhing on the bed, looking as if he was having trouble breathing, she mumbled "I'm sorry," and landed a hard smack on Harry's face.

      "Hermione!"

      "Wow..."

      "I wasn't expecting that."

      As Ron, Neville, and Seamus reacted simultaneously, Harry's eyes flew open and he sat up. He looked at the people around him, panting, trying to understand what just happened.