scventhhorcrux:
starter splurge! for @redheadeddoe
Harry’s heart was beating a thousand miles an hour. His hand immediately went up to the jagged scar on his forehead, which throbbed with pain. He had just had the dream again. The young boy threw his blankets off, shivering as his bare feet hit the hardwood floor.
He was far too old for this, he knew, as he was almost eight, and shouldn’t be seeking comfort from his mum anymore. But he couldn’t help it. The dream scared him, like nothing else ever had.
His door creaked slightly as he made his way out into the hallway. It was just him and his mum, and it always had been. He didn’t know where his dad was, and his mum refused to say a word. She always told him he looked like his dad, though she seemed sad about it.
Harry finally reached the end of the hallway, gently nudging the door to the main bedroom open with his foot. His mum was sleeping, her red hair splayed out across the pillows. But he needed her.
“Mum?”
Lily didn’t sleep deeply anymore not since James... not since that night in Godric’s Hollow. Even without detailed memories that night plagued her. She had been roused by the creaking in the hallway though her automatic response was to leap from her bed she forced herself to keep her eyes closed and remain in the bed. Attributing the sound to the house settling but then there was the sound at her door, a seven year old’s voice calling out to her. ‘Mum?’Lily’s eyes opened and she looked towards the voice.
“Harry,” Lily’s voice was tinged with sleep and relief as she sat up in bed, it didn’t matter that she knew her boy was safe just seeing him filled the red-head with a sense of relief. She removed the covers from herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed and patted the spot beside her. “Did you have a nightmare?”
