Harry groaned as he stretched his body the next morning, working out the kinks and aches from tossing and turning all night. Once again, his sleep had been plagued with nightmares. However, this time was strangely different, because he wasn't as scared as he usually was. He could hear a distant sound that calmed him, like a song caressing the back of his mind; tickling, whispering, calming his nerves. He had wanted to melt into that voice, wrap it around himself like a cozy blanket. He hadn't wanted to wake up, but the growl of his belly, and the pressure in his bladder told him it was time to take on the day.