Nightmare

                                    

                                          
-       This chapter contains a major character discussing their self-harm scars. If that would make you uncomfortable, there is a chapter summary at the very end for you to read. –
                          
-       Also, not a warning, but I much prefer Harry and Draco's initial meeting in the film than in the novel, so that's possibly the only thing in this fanfiction that will be based off the films -
                          
The Forbidden Forrest was cold and dark. The wind whistled through the leaves above and caused the small amount of light that was reflected off the moon above which illuminated the grassy path shift and at times disappear.
                          
Harry emerged into a clearing where Voldemort stood alone waiting for him, his blood red eyes fixated upon him. 
                          
"Harry Potter," he said. "The boy who let all his friends die."
                          
"Harry, help!" Hermione yelled. Harry spun around quickly to see the Weasleys, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna and Hagrid standing behind him. He tried to run to them, but his feet were heavy like lead.
                          
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted. With a burst of green light everyone fell to the ground dead. Harry tried to scream but no sound would emerge from his throat. He turned to face Voldemort again, but this time Draco Malfoy was standing by his side with his wand raised. "Do it Draco," Voldemort hissed. "Kill him."
                          
Harry could see the hesitation in Malfoy's grey eyes. He looked terrified. Harry watched as his wand arm trembled, and he kept biting his lip, trying to gain the courage to cast the most unforgivable curse.
                          
Voldemort seemed to grow impatient and shoved Malfoy to the ground. He held his wand high and yelled; "Avada Kedavra!"
                          
     
                          
Harry took a sharp breath as his eyes flew open, gazing up at the velvet hangings of his bed.
                          
He sat up and swung his legs off the side, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hands. He sighed and gazed across the room at the other boys sleeping soundly, some had their curtains drawn while others let the breeze from the slightly open window dance across their skin.
                          
Harry stood up, thinking that a walk would be best for him right now. He grabbed his glasses, invisibility cloak and his slippers and made his way as quietly as he could out of the dormitory.
                          
The fire was still crackling, the house elves must not have come yet. Harry wondered what the time was, but he had not checked his alarm clock when he had woken and had left his watch on his bedside table. He pulled out his wand and made his way over the ornate grandfather clock.
                          
"Lumos," he whispered. The light from his wand illuminated the room and a small squeak followed by a thump caused Harry to jump and point his wand in the direction of the fire.
                          
Draco Malfoy was glaring at him beside a pale green armchair close to the fire.
                          
"Merlin Potter, give me a heart attack why don't you," Malfoy huffed, sitting back down in his chair. Harry whispered the counter charm for his wand light and walked over to the Slytherin boy, sitting in a yellow armchair beside him.
                          
It was evident that Malfoy had slept but had been woken up as his blonde hair was messed up and all over the place, similar to Harry's normally. He was wearing a grey, long sleeve v-neck shirt with flannelette bottoms of the same colour that reached just above his ankles. Harry studied him while he refused to look away from the amber light.
                          
"Why are you up?" Harry was surprised that Draco was the first to speak.
                          
"Nightmare," said Harry. "You?"
                          
"The same," Draco sighed. "What does the Chosen One have nightmares about?"
                          
"You tried to kill me," Harry chuckled cynically under his breath. Draco looked at him alarmed.