Sleep

Harry Potter lay awake on his bed on No. 4 Privet Drive. It was this time of the day that he dreaded the most, the time when night came and there was only the darkness and silence to keep you company. It was during this time that memories of the events of the last task of the Tri-Wizard tournament would playback in his mind as if it were a bad movie that wouldn´t go away. He clutched the covers of his bed closer to his chin and averted his attention towards the gentle breeze that played with the soft, white curtain against the open window. He watched the beautiful display of life before closing his eyes, determined to go to sleep and think no more.

"Sleep," he thought. "In my sleep I would find solace."

In minutes his mind slipped from consciousness to unconsciousness. But soon, he felt a light weight on the edge of his bed. He opened his eyes to see a pair of the most beautiful brown eyes staring at him. Soon, a shy smile accompanied those eyes and Harry sat up on his bed, letting the covers fall to his waist. He wore no top and this made the girl in front of him blush.

"Maybe I should put on something," he offered.

"It´s quite alright," she answered with a smile.

His best friend, Hermione Granger, was in his room in No. 4 Privet Drive, in the middle of the night. It was the most surreal thing in the world. Yet to him, she was just where she should be.

"Were you having bad dreams?" she asked.

"No, I had no dreams. I don´t remember having any," he answered.

"But you were having a nightmare earlier," she said.

"I don´t think so," he answered with a frown.

"I meant while you were awake," she explained.

"Oh, well, it´s hard not to think about it, when you´re alone at night and no one and nothing is able to stop you from your bad memories," he explained to her.

"Well, I´m here now, I´ll try to keep you from thinking of those bad memories," she said as she slid closer to him.

"Thank you," he answered. He let her pull back the covers as she climbed into bed with him. He rested his head on the pillow as he wrapped an arm around her. She put her head on his bare shoulder and settled her hand on his chest. With her in his arms, he felt safe, as if nothing could touch him, not even those dreams.

He closed his eyes once more, inhaling the soft scent of her hair, feeling the silky touch of her skin. He was wrapped in bliss.

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He felt aray of sunshine on his face, prodding him awake once more. He got out of bed and walked towards the open window. He watched the streets come to life and he could hear Aunt Petunia´s shrieking voice. Though there was enough to keep his mind busy throughout the day, the night was inevitable and darkness and silence would envelop him once more. Yet a smile formed on his face. In his dreams he would find solace.