The Boy Who Wanted to Live

Nightmares

Madame Pomfrey felt the air around her chill and she looked over to Harry's bed. She gave out a scream of shock as she saw him sitting in bed, eyes completely covered in black. 

"Harry dear?" She asked, chilled by his unnatural staring. "Are you okay?"

She took small, cautious steps towards the child. He had a blank face, more white than pale. He watched her as though simultaneously curious and full of hatred. She stopped walking towards him, afraid to take another step. 

"Harry, can you hear me?" she asked, overly aware of being the only one in the wing. 

He tilted his head to the side and a smile spread across his face. She felt the air become colder as he smiled creepily at her. She felt something on the tray of medicines next to her. Recognizing the needle brushing against her fingertips she took it in her hand, holding it behind her back. 

"Harry you're sick dear," she said, kindly "You need to sleep."

He began chuckling softly and she tensed more. His laughter became louder and echoed around the room, filling her head with the noise and making her very afraid. 

"Harry! Stop it!" She yelled, the room spinning around her and dark figures from the corner of the room entering and laughing just as loudly as the boy. Only now Harry'slaughter was more like shrieks. Screams of terror and amusement as she looked around the room in horror as people of black tar dragged themselves toward her. She turned to look at Harry, running up to the child, "Harry! Stop this now!"

The screaming stopped, and the darkness that had covered the room went away. She held Harry with one arm, protecting him as the wooden window covering slammed open around the room, letting in the sunlight and making her shout out in fear with every bang of wood on stone. He turned to look at her as everything went back to normal.

"Hello, Madame Pomfrey," He said in a polite voice, "I had a terrible nightmare" 

She looked at his soulless eyes and tightened her grip on the needle. 

"I'll help you sleep, Harry." She said, swallowing hard. 

"What are you going to do?" He asked in a scared voice,  black eyes staring back at her with a tiny bit of emotion in them. 

"Nothing, Harry. Just relax," she said, turning the needle in her hand and looking at the boy. 

"I'm scared, miss. Pomfrey. I don't want to go back to sleep. I don't like the nightmares." 

"Okay, Harry," she said "You don't have to go back to sleep,"

"Really?" the needle now pointed down in her hand, she could almost here hope in his small voice, but those eyes. Oh, god how she hated those eyes. 

"Really," she said before punching the needle into his chest and plunging the medicine into his body. 

He let out a painfilled scream and the windows around the room exploded as he looked at her with betrayal. His eyes turned green again and she let out a small sob as he looked at her with fear and confusion. 

"Why?" He asked, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he fell back onto the bed. 

She let out a relieved sigh as he passed out and she gently pulled the needle from his chest, a small drop of blood appearing on his white skin. She covered him up with a blanket, tossing the needle onto his side table and sitting down on a chair next to him, suddenly exhausted. She let out a bitter laugh.

"Thank god for Muggles," She said with a small laugh.