"Does the walking help you lose those thoughts?" Harry asked, as he took another long sip of his tea. He had no idea what it was like to suffer from nightmares every month for years. Outside of the occasional monster under his bed when he was a child, the fact was he had escaped pretty unscathed until recently.
He knew that Sirius had them sometimes. He suspected that the recent one was a blend of what Carrow did mixed with finding his parents that night when Harry was a baby. But the dreams Harry had had been recent. The one where he saw everyone die at Voldemort's hands had terrorized him to the point of being inconsolable cause it had felt so damn real. The one about Amycus had made him check for physical injuries even though he knew he was all right. When he had been a boy and he heard his godfather call out, Harry would simply crawl into bed with him and that would sometimes be enough for both of them to go to sleep. Harry had missed that simplicity sometimes. He wondered if perhaps he was better at comforting people when he had been a boy and reacted purely on instinct.
"I'm like the walks. And it goes both ways you know. I'm awake more often than not. I'm pretty enough; beauty sleep is overrated." It was a joke meant to cut some of the tension.
He placed the teacup on the table and did something that was very reminiscent of when he was a child and he'd try and comfort Remus on those days before or after the full moon if he was visiting. He rested his head on Remus's shoulder and reached out to squeeze Remus's hand in his own lightly. Screw being professional at school. This was his uncle Remus and he was clearly upset.
"The what ifs can be rather terrifying, I think. I wish I knew how to make it better for you, Uncle Remus."
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Date: 2007-12-05 08:04 am (UTC)He knew that Sirius had them sometimes. He suspected that the recent one was a blend of what Carrow did mixed with finding his parents that night when Harry was a baby. But the dreams Harry had had been recent. The one where he saw everyone die at Voldemort's hands had terrorized him to the point of being inconsolable cause it had felt so damn real. The one about Amycus had made him check for physical injuries even though he knew he was all right. When he had been a boy and he heard his godfather call out, Harry would simply crawl into bed with him and that would sometimes be enough for both of them to go to sleep. Harry had missed that simplicity sometimes. He wondered if perhaps he was better at comforting people when he had been a boy and reacted purely on instinct.
"I'm like the walks. And it goes both ways you know. I'm awake more often than not. I'm pretty enough; beauty sleep is overrated." It was a joke meant to cut some of the tension.
He placed the teacup on the table and did something that was very reminiscent of when he was a child and he'd try and comfort Remus on those days before or after the full moon if he was visiting. He rested his head on Remus's shoulder and reached out to squeeze Remus's hand in his own lightly. Screw being professional at school. This was his uncle Remus and he was clearly upset.
"The what ifs can be rather terrifying, I think. I wish I knew how to make it better for you, Uncle Remus."