What's a Riddle?

Harry

The dreams were happening again, I feel the anger rise in my chest as I saw Bellatrix suffer for killing Sirius. Before anything else could happen, I was repeatedly shook and kept hearing my name. "Harry!" Ron yelled. I jolted myself up to see Ron standing there with Fred, and Luna. "Harry you're dreaming again." Luna said. "Well what did you expect? For me to be alright?!" "We need to talk to you Harry." Ron said. "Can't you see I'm depressed. Leave me alone." "Yes, I know but-." "But what?! What is so important Ron that you must bring up at a time like this?!"
They all looked at each other and refused to say another word. "So now all of you are quiet? Spit it out!" Luna moved in front of Ron with a soft but scared look in her eye. "Harry, Roxanne is missing again. It's been three days since I've seen her. The last time I saw her she was screaming, and crying on the floor where Sirius was killed. We've looked everywhere for her. I went to talk to Pansy about this, and she told me that Roxanne disappeared in seconds. She has no idea where she is either." My face went numb again. For fuck sake she's missing again? Where the hell does she go? "Luna." "Yes?" "I don't have time to look for my sister. She can take care of herself. Right now I need to find Voldemort, and kill him once and for all." "With all due respect Harry. Roxanne also just witnessed another parent die in front of her, and we all saw her crying on the floor. So I think it would be best we try to find her, and not try to kill V-." "Shut up Fred. I know what I'm doing." "Do you though?" Ron asked. "Everyone get the fuck out of my room." "I sleep her-." "Out!!"
   Everyone rolled their eyes, and walked out the room slamming the door. Why do they care so much about Roxanne? Like do they not care about me? She's perfectly fine by herself, I mean she's used to pain she'll be fine. I walked over to my desk and started to plan my next attack for Voldemort. I need to kill him, and now kill that goddamn bitch who killed Sirius.
I must've been writing for hours on a bunch of paper sheets, because my hand gave up. It was all red and swollen, and it was pitch black outside. My desk was covered in papers with so many plans. It blew my mind how much I let my anger control me, and I didn't even realize how much time was going by. My door opened, and Hermione walked in. "Hermione, I have another plan-." "Harry I need to talk to you." "We don't have time to talk. We have to execute our plan so we can finally win." "Harry, we've tried these plans over and over again, and nothing has changed. We always just run him outside until he gets his strength back to fight you. I mean your plans have cost us multiple injured, and some even dea-." "Shut up!" "You need to sleep, Harry." "I don't need your advice."
   I went back to writing and Hermione just sighed. "Well if you're going to be up all night working on this, you need something to drink." "What do you have to offer?" "Tea." I turned my attention to a small cup of a tea in Hermione's right hand. "How pleasant." I took the cup from her, and started to sip down the perfectly temperature tea. She grabbed more paper from her bag, and placed it on the table. "I'll be here if you need anything." "Thank you, Hermione."
She says with me for about an hour, until I started to feel strange. "Hermione?" "Yes?" "Do you mind putting me in the bed? I feel strange." "Yes of course." She helped me up, and helped me lie down on the bed. Once I rested my head on the pillow I started to feel alright, but it was still strange. "I need a five minute break, and then I'll get back up." "Whatever you say." She went to sit on the couch, and I could feel myself fall off my mind. Which means my mind was going blank. Everything became quiet, and I could feel my eyes slowly close. But I couldn't stop them from closing. So I just gave in to my brain, and then everything went dark. I passed out, and started to dream peacefully....