Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 5.4: Someone Else

Lyanna woke suddenly, her instincts alert to something amiss in the stillness of the night. For a moment, the room was calm, save for the soft hum of nocturnal sounds filtering through the open window. She blinked in the darkness, her eyes adjusting to the faint moonlight streaming through the curtains, illuminating the outlines of the furniture in the shared room.

Her gaze shifted toward Harry's bed, where a flicker of movement caught her attention. At first, it seemed like he was just stirring in his sleep, but as she focused on him, her stomach twisted with concern. Harry's face was contorted in discomfort, his body tense, as if caught in the grip of something terrible. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, rolling down the sides of his face. His shirt clung to his chest, damp and darkened from the perspiration soaking through.

"Harry?" Lyanna whispered, sitting up quickly. She pushed the blankets aside and swung her legs off the bed, rushing to his side.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his fists clenching the sheets. His eyes were still shut, but he was clearly struggling, trapped in a nightmare. Lyanna felt a pang of helplessness watching him, seeing the same torment Cedric had once described after the Third Task—haunting dreams that wouldn't let go.

"Harry!" she called louder, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him gently but firmly.

For a moment, he remained locked in whatever dark vision held him, but then, with a gasp, Harry jolted awake. He shot upright in bed, his chest heaving, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion. A strangled cry escaped him as he looked around wildly as if expecting to see something—or someone—lurking in the shadows.

Lyanna crouched beside him, her hand still on his arm. "It's okay, Harry. It's just me," she reassured him, her voice soft, trying to calm him.

Harry's eyes finally focused on her. His face was pale, his breathing unsteady, and he wiped a trembling hand across his forehead, pushing back the damp hair that clung to his skin. "Lyanna?" he croaked, sounding disoriented. "What...what happened?"

"You were having a nightmare," she explained quietly, sitting on the edge of his bed. "You were thrashing around pretty bad. Are you okay?"

He swallowed hard, then nodded, though his eyes betrayed him. He looked disturbed, shaken to his core by whatever his mind had conjured up. He let out a shaky breath and leaned back against the headboard. "I—I think so," he muttered, though he didn't sound convinced.

Lyanna frowned, concern knitting her brow. "How long have you been having these nightmares, Harry?"

Harry's gaze dropped to his lap, and he ran a hand over his face, as if trying to wipe away the remnants of the nightmare that still clung to him. "Since...the graveyard," he admitted quietly. "Since that night. They've been getting worse."

Lyanna hummed softly, considering his words. Of course, the graveyard. That night had marked the beginning of so much darkness for him—Voldemort's return, the near-loss of Cedric, the horrors they'd faced. It made sense that those memories would follow him into his sleep.

Without a word, she stood up and crossed the room to her trunk. She knelt beside it, lifting the heavy lid, and rummaged through its contents until she found what she was looking for: a small, silver flask etched with faint symbols. She had brewed the potion herself, an old recipe Snape had once shared with her for dreamless sleep.

Lyanna returned to Harry's bedside, holding the flask out to him. "Here," she said, her voice gentle. "Drink this."

Harry looked at the flask in her hand, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. "What is it?"

"It's nothing harmful, I promise," Lyanna reassured him with a small smile. "It's a potion for dreamless sleep. It'll help with the nightmares."

Harry hesitated for a moment, staring at the flask as though he wasn't sure whether to trust it. But then he glanced at Lyanna, her expression calm and sincere, and he slowly reached out to take the flask from her. "Thanks," he said quietly.