About Harry

James

The castle is quiet as everybody is in class. In the common room a few people are sitting pouring over books. Once in my room I wrench my clothes from me, folding them in a neat pile close to my bed because I can hear Aunt Hermione's words ringing in my ears to respect house elves work and make their life easier if I can.

I towel my hair and I slip in bed, enjoying the softness and the warmth. I should probably go to the next lesson, but I cannot stand the thought of entreating myself in a good mood. I feel tired and I just want to sleep in quietness for a few hours. I need something to soothe me though, something pleasant. I haven't got Ophelia anymore and for a moment I struggle to find something that may help me. I think and think, and nothing comes to my mind. Then, when I'm about to lose hope, a memory surface. During Christmas holiday I was in my room at home and couldn't sleep, it was Christmas day, we had spent it at the Burrow, it had been quite pleasant, dad was pointedly ignoring Uncle Ron, but we were all there. We always struggle very much on Christmas, but everybody tried his best and we enjoyed it in a measure. Although, when I was in bed, I found difficult to nod off, I was thinking about Lily. And then I heard a soft whimper coming from Sunrise room, almost inaudible, but her room it's close to mine and I heard it first as my door was ajar. So, I went there, and she had her eyes open full of tears, all crouched on herself squeezing tightly her plush.

I caressed her curls softened asking her what was wrong. She had a nightmare. She told me with such a scared small voice that I almost melted on the spot. I scooped her up and I brought her to my bed. I hugged her, and the contact with her tiny warm body made me feel so much better immediately. She had spoken in a low whisper just before to doze, a voice full off sleep 'I love you very much, Jamie' she said.

'I love you too, Midget' I replied.