Harry sat up in his bed, his breathing was shaky. He had just woken up from a nightmare. He picked up his glasses from the bedside table and put them on his face. "Blimey... Why do these keep happening.."

Harry got out of bed, throwing a light grey hoodie on and tying the string of his pyjama pants so they wouldn't fall down. He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair and sighed before walking out of the dormitory. "Wonder if Crookshanks is in the common room.."

Harry walked down the stairs, stuffing his wand and the Marauders Map in his front pocket. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand as he yawned. The common room was dark. The fire had been put out hours ago.

"Lumos." The thirteen-year-old boy whispered as he took out his wand, watching the tip light up. He was barefoot, but he wasn't bothered.