ever since you were little you had a fear of the dark, it was normal for children of that age to develop those scared feelings for the dark. but they would usually grow out of it, but that wasn’t the case with you. now that you’re older, you never grew out of it. if anything your terrors got worse as you aged.

very little people knew of this fear of yours, and you wanted it to stay that way. the only people who knew were close friends, people you trusted that wouldn’t judge you for this ‘stupid’ fear you had.

and tonight just so happened to be the worst night, you sat up in bed, the room was pitch dark and your roommates were sleeping, not offering much comfort, they can’t do much, can they? no, they cannot. just as you threw your legs over the bed and pushed yourself up, lightning struck outside, light casting through the window.

gasping, you darted out of the room out of instinct, not knowing where you were going. no specific destination in mind. but all of that didn’t matter as you slammed right into something hard and firm as you ran into the common room and into something.

but as you look up, you notice the familiar figure of one of your friends, draco. standing over you with his usual scowl on his face.