The dormitory was silent, the only sounds being the breathing of your roommates as they slept.

Suddenly, a scream shattered the quiet.

"Please don’t h*t me!" your voice echoed, trembling with terror.

Mattheo, sleeping closest to you, bolted upright, his eyes wide with alarm. "What the hell?" he muttered, stumbling out of bed as another cry broke through the night.

"Please don't h*t me! I'm pregnant! I'm having a baby!" you wailed, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly that your knuckles were white.

The others stirred awake, the panic in your voice cutting through their drowsiness like a knife. Tom swung his legs over the side of his bed. "It’s a nightmare," he stated calmly. "Wake her up before she hurts herself."

Draco was already out of bed. "I’m on it," he said, but Mattheo reached you first.

"Hey, hey!" Mattheo called, crouching by your side and gently shaking your shoulder. "Wake up, love. It’s just a dream. You’re safe."

But your cries only grew more desperate. "Please! Don’t hit me!"

Theodore knelt on the other side of your bed. "She’s too deep in it," he murmured. "We need to bring her back."

"What’s going on?" Blaise asked, his calm demeanor strained as he leaned against the bedpost.

"A nightmare," Lorenzo explained from his bed. "A bad one."

Regulus’s sharp features were tense as he moved closer. "Mattheo, be careful," he warned. "You don’t know what she’s dreaming about."

"I don’t care what she’s dreaming about," Mattheo snapped. "I’m not letting her go through this alone."

Finally, as Mattheo's hands cupped your shoulders gently. "Hey, wake up. It's just us. You're okay."

With a gasp, your eyes flew open, tears streaming down your face as you panted for breath. For a moment, you looked at Mattheo, then Theodore, then the rest of the group, your eyes wide with confusion and fear.

"You’re okay," Mattheo said again.

"You're safe now," Regulus added softly. "Whoever wanted to hurt you isn't here. We are."

"No one’s going to hurt you," Draco said. "Not while we’re here."