The Re-sorting Hat - Remastered edition!

Save Me Dream and All.

Potter was tossing and turning again. Draco woke when his arm was being thrown across the bed as he thrashed with the dream, his breathing ragged and torn. He's having another nightmare isn't he?

"Potter wake up" Malfoy whispered harshly blinking his eyes open.

But then Potter started to mutter desperately "no please no. Don't hurt him. Stop it"

"Potter get up!" He said a bit louder. But Potter was stuck in his nightmare and it was getting worse, his breath was coming fast as if he had ran a lap of Hogwarts, beads of sweat were evident on his pain and panic stricken face. Malfoy shook his shoulders hard but it didn't work, Potter was still mumbling desperately. Then his left hand shot up and clutched his forehead, right on the scar, and that's when Malfoy knew it was bad.

"Potter! Wake up! It's only a dream!" Malfoy said getting louder as panic filled his voice. It didn't work. He shook him even harder, fingertips digging into his boney shoulders. What do I do? I don't know what to do. Get Blaise.

"Blaise!" Malfoy called out. He looked weak calling for help but he didn't care. He couldn't do this. There was a mummer in response.

"Blaise please. I need your help" Malfoy pleaded, he needed to wake Potter up and he couldn't exactly walk over there. The curtains were yanked open, a sleep stricken Blaise was tense and alert. He took one glance at the tossing and turning Potter. "what's wrong with him?" He asked.

"He won't wake up Blaise! Make him wake up!" Malfoy was sure he was being too loud but he was scared.

Blaise immediately got to work, pressing his knuckles deep on Potter's sternum and rubbing it harshly. That's when when Potter took in a gasping breath, hand flying to push Blaise off.
"Harry wake up! It's only a nightmare. Wake up!" That did it. Harry's eyes snapped open, Malfoy could see terror, panic and tears in their them. Then just as suddenly he was hunched over the side of the bed, pulling Malfoy with him, and threw up. Only something terrible would make that happen. He clutched his scar so hard it looked painful but it must have been to relieve the pain on his face.

"I need to go to Dumbledore" he said, his voice raspy, still leant over the bed and breathing heavily as he wiped his mouth on a sleeve. He made a move to get up but no one in this state should be walking. Malfoy pushed him back down with the palm of his hand on his chest.

"No. Blaise get Snape" Blaise did as he was told, the others in the room having heard all the noise were peaking through their curtains.

"But I need to." He said breathlessly, palms still slick with sweat.

"Shh it was just a dream" Malfoy said gently.

Potter shook his head wildly, pushing against Draco's hand again "No. It wasn't. Voldemort was torturing Arthur Wesley"

Draco's blood turned to ice, he had never liked the Weasleys but he would never wish this on them. It was then that Malfoy realized he was gripping Potter's hand, and Potter was gripping back.

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"Are you certain Harry?" Dumbledore asked for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"Yes I'm bloody sure!. Are you calling me a liar? I know what I saw and ". Harry answered angrily. Malfoy could see why he would be angry. If he were in Potter's shoes he would be too. He had only been asked if he was sure three times now.