Chapter 8 : Nightmares
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Author's Note: I AM SO SORRY! I know there was a huge wait for this chapter, and I'm so sorry. I've been so busy with singing, acting, school and getting better from H1N1 that I just didn't have any inspiration or motivation to get this chapter up. I have all the chapters for this story written, and mostly good copies (I still have a few of those to do), so hopefully they'll start going up quicker, it's just those stupid chapter images. So instead of leaving a huge author's note, I'll let you get right to reading, so enjoy and please forgive me!
I had nicked one of Harry's shirts to wear to bed (it was surprisingly comfortable) and was now watching a random movie I had picked out while sprawled out on the couch, a blanket spread out over top of me.
"What are you doing up?" Harry suddenly appeared behind me, giving me a terrible shock. I practically jumped out of my skin - or just the couch, landing on the ground.
"Merlin, you scared me," I breathed as he helped me back up. I sat back down on the couch again and took a few breaths before talking again. "And I could ask you the same thing."
"I can't sleep," Harry answered simply, sitting down beside me. "Now what about you?"
"I'm watching 'Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark'," I said, nodding in the direction of the television screen where the aforementioned movie was playing, the volume turned down low so no one would wake up.
"Never seen it," Harry noted.
"It's a pretty old movie, but it's really good," I said, reaching over and taking a sip of my tea that was sitting on the coffee table. "Full of action."
"Yet you're falling asleep as you watch it," Harry teased.
"No! I am not falling asleep!" I defended, drinking some more tea.
"Em," Harry said gently, taking my hand in his. "What's been going on lately? You're always so tired."
"I-It's nothing, Harry," I stuttered, looking away.
"I told you - it's nothing."
"Sunny," He said in almost a whisper, one of his hands gently touching my face, making me look in his eyes. He looked so pain to see me like this.
"I haven't been sleeping," I whispered.
"For how long?"
"Since summer vacation started," I said, looking down and feeling ashamed and embarrassed of what was going to come next.
I took a deep breath before explaining. "I keep having these nightmares and whenever I close my eyes, they come back and I just get so scared," I said, looking away as I felt tears begin to sting my eyes. "In my nightmares, Voldemort kills everyone. My family, my friends and then you."
"Em, if that's the problem, why don’t you take a Dreamless Sleep Potion?" Harry asked, squeezing my hand comfortingly.
"Because as stupid as this sounds, I like having dreams, and if I'm going to sleep, I'm going to have dreams, otherwise, I'm just not going to sleep," I said.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him. "Do you at least want some company?" He asked and I nodded as I lay down, and he lay down behind me, his arm wrapped around my waist.
"Do you ever get scared?" I asked, turning around so I was facing him.
"I don't know," He said, "...yeah, I guess I do."
"I hate feeling so vulnerable all the time," I said, feeling those tears return to my eyes. "I don't want to die. And I especially don't want anyone I love to die."
"They won't. And as long as I'm around, I'll protect you from everything," He whispered as my eyes began to droop.
"Please don't kill them, I'll do anything you ask," I begged, getting on my knees as tears streamed from my eyes.
"Your pitiful begging won't do anything now," Voldemort spat.
Harry came running out of nowhere and wrapped his arms around me protectively, telling me that he was here, and that everything was going to be okay. "Don't you even think of touching her," He growled in Voldemort's direction.
"Wouldn't think of it as long as you're around," Voldemort sneered. "Avada Kedavra!"
I felt his limp body fall into mine and I started screaming and crying even harder.
I awoke with a jolt and saw that I was clutching Harry by the shirt and crying.
"Emmy," Harry cooed, while stroking my hair with his free hand. "I'm right here. Nothing can hurt you."
I closed my eyes again, and fell back asleep. The weird thing was that I was actually having dreams, and not nightmares like I usually did. That's when I figured it out. When I had fallen asleep at my birthday party, I was with Harry. And now, it was the same thing. He was the person that I felt the safest around.
"What is going on here?" A voice demanded in a loud shriek. That was not something you wanted to hear in the morning. I just wanted to go back to sleep.
"Huh?" Harry asked lazily, getting his glasses and putting them on as I rubbed my eyes so I could see somewhat clearly for morning. Mrs. Weasley was standing there with the most disapproving look on her face that I had ever seen. And somehow, the blanket had ended up on top of Harry and I again. Odd.
Back to the point. Mrs. Weasley did not look happy, and that was an understatement. She was pissed. "I'll repeat myself. What is going on here?"
"Well, we were sleeping," I said, probably a little cheekily. I sat up and Harry sat beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist as I rested my head against his shoulder.
"SIRIUS!" She bellowed, probably waking everyone that was sleeping in the house.
"What?" Sirius yawned, stretching as he entered the room.
"Explain this," She said, indicating us.
"Okay," He said, walking right in front of us. He observed us very thoroughly and looked thoughtful for a moment. "It’s two teenagers looking very sleepy while sitting on a couch together in their pajamas."
"They were having sex," She accused. Mrs. Weasley say what?
"What? We weren't having...I mean, doing that," Harry said obviously feeling quite awkward talking about that subject. I can see why though, girls do mature faster than guys.
"Don't lie to me, I know better," She said. "You two are way too young."
"That's why we didn't have sex," I said. "I've been having really bad sleeping problems, and Harry was keeping me company. We were watching a movie, and we fell asleep. Fully clothed." I stood up and twirled around just to prove my point. "See? Clothes. And if you really don't believe me, I'll take Veritaserum, but honestly, that would just be a waste of everyone's time."
"And even so Molly, it's technically my house, and I honestly don't care if they have sex here because it's none of our business," Sirius said. "And they obviously didn't do it if they're dressed."
Finally, the voice of reason. Er...somewhat.
Next time on "Chaos in the Order"
"Hermione, that is a great goldfish imitation! Anyways, I happen to think it looks really interesting," I said earnestly. "Mind if I take a look?"
"Not at all," She said before handing it to me. I flipped through the page and found an article on Nargles. "Emilie, they have an article about nargles!"
"Are you serious?" Emilie asked. "Dude! One time I was certain I saw a nargle knicking my Poptarts! Do nargles like Poptarts?"
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