our little angel

Ravens nightmare

Age 10
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Summary: Raven had a bad dream but instead of waking up her parents she woke up her uncle Draco

The night was still, the only sound the soft hum of the wind outside. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows across the room.

But in the quiet of the night, Raven was far from peaceful.

She lay in her bed, tangled in the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the images from her nightmare replayed in her mind. Dark shadows, whispers of old voices, and flashes of Voldemort’s eyes filled her head, making her heart race.

Her hands gripped the blankets as the fear squeezed tighter in her chest. The dream felt so real, and the terror lingered, clinging to her like a shadow.

Raven sat up suddenly, her wide eyes searching the darkness. She needed someone—anyone—to make it stop. Her parents were so far away, and she couldn’t bear to wake them. But there was someone else she could turn to.

Without thinking, she slipped out of bed, her feet cold against the floor, and hurried across the hall to Draco’s room. She had always found comfort in her uncle’s presence—he was like a rock, someone who never seemed to waver, someone she could rely on.

She knocked softly on his door, the sound muffled in the silence of the house. When there was no answer, she pushed it open just a little, peering inside.

Draco was lying in bed, his back turned to her, his breathing slow and steady. He was asleep.

Raven hesitated. She knew he wasn’t her first choice—her parents should have been the ones she woke up—but this feeling inside her, this uncontrollable dread, made her reach out for him anyway.

She crossed the room and gently shook his shoulder.

“Uncle Draco…” she whispered, her voice small and trembling.

Draco’s eyes fluttered open, his sharp features softening in confusion as he blinked against the darkness. “Raven?”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear. “I—I had a bad dream,” she whispered, her lip trembling.

Draco sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He wasn’t used to being woken up like this—he wasn’t used to comforting someone in the middle of the night. But when he saw the fear in Raven’s eyes, something in him snapped into place.

“It’s okay, Raven. You’re safe,” he said, his voice thick with sleep but soft and reassuring. He swung his legs off the bed, his feet landing with a soft thud on the floor. “Come here.”

Raven shuffled closer, her small hands gripping the edge of his shirt. She wanted to be brave, to be the child who wasn’t afraid of the dark, but she was still just a little girl, scared of the ghosts of the past that haunted her dreams.

Draco sat on the edge of the bed, his arm around her shoulder as she climbed onto his lap. For a moment, he just held her, letting her rest her head against his chest. He wasn’t the most nurturing person, but with Raven, it was different. He would do anything to make sure she was safe.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Draco,” she murmured, her voice muffled against his shirt.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Draco replied, his fingers gently running through her hair. “Everyone has bad dreams, Raven. But they’re just dreams. They can’t hurt you.”

She nodded, but her grip on him didn’t loosen. Draco could feel her heart still racing.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly.

Raven shook her head. “It’s just… him. He was there again. I don’t want him to come back. I don’t want him to hurt us again.”

Draco’s breath caught at her words. Voldemort. The man who had nearly taken everything from them, who had left scars that would never fully fade.

“I won’t let him hurt you, Raven,” Draco promised, his voice low but unwavering. “No matter what.”

He held her a little tighter, his protective instinct kicking in as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “You’re safe now. And I’ll always be here if you need me.”

Raven didn’t respond with words, but she relaxed in his arms, her breathing slowing as the comfort of his presence washed over her. For the first time since she woke up from the nightmare, she felt her fears begin to melt away.

Draco gently laid her back down in her bed, tucking the blankets around her. He sat beside her for a moment longer, watching as she drifted back to sleep, her breaths evening out.

He couldn’t stop the small sigh of relief that escaped his lips.

No one would hurt his family again. Not if he had anything to do with it.