dark paradise // d.m.

- the party -

Trigger warning: explicit language, slurls, violence

Disclaimer: I decided to keep Slughorn as a Potions professor to keep the storyline as faithful to the original as possible, but since Remus and Sirius are teaching DADA I decided that, while Slughorn teaches to 6th and 7th years, Snape will be teaching Potions to the rest of the years- it kinda makes sense since Slughorn is less demanding with accepting students in NEWT levels.

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I wake up early in the morning, curled up against my brother. I sigh in relief, seeing him peacefully asleep and, more importantly, next to me. I don't remember the last time I had a bad nightmare and Harry wasn't there for me. Or the other way around.

It's basically useless for me to stay in the girls' dorm: I'm either with the twins or with my brother. I don't even think that's good, to be completely honest. I hate feeling like I always need someone... but I'm human- and may Hell rise, if I don't need my brother. Our parents tried to help us but we both developed bad separation anxiety, especially since the first year at Hogwarts. If we're not close to each other, it just doesn't feel right- pretty much the opposite, actually.

And everytime one of us had a nightmare, we would crawl in each other's bed. I feel like it's the only way we don't drive ourselves insane, at night.

Harry is, honestly, the only person I manage to sleep well with. The twins? No way- they put me in between them and keep moving all the damn time. I still manage to fall asleep but, the next morning, I wake up with my limbs aching. Harry's a quiet sleeper and as soon as we feel safe, next to each other, we drift off to a deep sleep.

"Harry" I whisper, stroking his hair, "Harry, wake up, we slept until morning."

"Mhh" he groans, waking up and rubbing his eyes, "What do you mean we slept until morning?"

"I mean what I said" I scoff, "We have loads of time before breakfast, you can take it easy."

"Mhhh" he groans again, "Then why did you wake me up?"

"Because you're always late" I reply, with a smile, "And I wanted you to keep me company."

He shakes his head with a chuckle and pulls me into a hug: "You're such an idiot," he jokes.

"That's why I'm so amazing," I laugh, pinching his cheeks.

"Oh, sod off" he cackles, getting up from the bed, "Did you sleep well?"

"I had a nightmare but I calmed down as soon as I woke up- I guess I have you to thank" I reply, getting up as well, "And you?"

"Same thing as you..." he murmurs, "I dreamt about him, again."

"Voldemort?" I ask.

"No, I mean Cedric" he replies, lowering his eyes, "I... I can't stop thinking about it and it's been two years or so."

"Harry..." I tell him, cupping his face, "His death wasn't your fault, not for a second."

"It feels like it is" he says, with his voice breaking, "He died because he tried to protect me."

"He died because Voldemort ordered Wormtail to kill him" I softly correct him, "You and Cedric weren't supposed to be there, it's none of your fault."

"It's always Wormtail, isn't it?" he bitterly growls, while a single tear runs down his cheek, "He told Voldemort where to find my biological parents and then he killed Cedric."