The Re-sorting Hat.

Save Me Dream and All.

Potter was tossing and turning again. His breathing ragged. He's having another nightmare isn't he.

"Potter wake up" Malfoy whispered harshly.
But then Potter started to mutter "no please no. Don't hurt him. Stop it"

"Potter get up!"

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. 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. 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.

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.

He shook him hard and then when Potter took in a gasping breath he called out to him.
"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 emerald surface. Then 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. In his eyes.

"I need to go to Dumbledore" he said, his voice raspy.

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"

"But I need to."

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

"No. It wasn't. Voldemort was torturing Arthur Wesley"

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

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

"Yes. 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.

"Hush my dear boy, I'm only making sure. I've sent an urgent owl to the ministry of magic. All we can do now is wait"

Potter was about to burst out again but Malfoy tugged him away towards a chair. He chose the chairs closest to the leaver arch window where it was barely morning outside. Potter was staring out the window, turning his head away from Mrs Weasley, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George who sat shell shocked in similar chairs. It was strange for Malfoy to be in the situation where he would be sympathetic for people like them. But the more he thought about it the more it made sense. He just hoped his father would never hear about this.