You woke up to Harry nearly kicking you off the bed. Sitting up with a huff, you prepared to tease Harry for taking up half the bed. But a rugged whimper stopped you in your tracks.

"Harry," you sighed, stroking his messy hair. "Harry, wake up."

When Harry didn't wake up you resorted to shaking him. A gentle shake and raising your voice seemed to rouse him. But not before he whacked you in the face. It stung and left your cheek tingling, but you didn't care.

His blue eyes finally shot open and he gasped. Tears rolled down his cheeks and his chest heaved. "Princess? What.. what are ye doin'..?"

"Nightmare," you said carefully. "You had a nightmare."

That was nothing new. Harry had a lot of nightmares, even after leaving the Isle for good. But what was new was the red mark on your face. Harry sat up quickly and moved away. His panic seemed to increase as the realization washed over him like a bucket of ice water.

"I hit ya'. I see it on yer face."