Draco's POV
"Harry!" I screamed, as a thousand scenarios played before my eyes.
Harry was defeated by Voldemort.
He was falling to his death after a dementor caused him to fall from his broom.
He was killed by Professor Quirrel.
He jumped in front in front of a curse directed at someone else.
He was overwhelmed by dementors.
He was killed by dragons.
He was drowning.
Fighting.
Falling.
Having a heart attack.
Stabbed.
He was dying. He's dying. He will die. I can see it.
He's... he's...
"Draco!" a voice called. Silence. I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Draco!"
My eyes rolled open.
Harry was looking down at me. He smiled.
"Baby, it's ok. It was a nightmare. Just a nightmare." he whispered, leaning down to kiss me.
I put my head against his chest, still pale and out of breath.
"Tell me a story." I whimpered.
He hugged me closer.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense..."
