Harry awoke breathing heavily and cursed silently that the dreams were back. It always happened near Christmas but he was happy that he didn't wake up screaming or in a half delirious state. That wouldn't have been good. Ron was still asleep, Harry didn't blame the ginger, it had been a long day. Getting up Harry walked down to the common room. It was empty but he knew that on a normal day there were many Slytherins that had nightmares. Every single one would come down and some seventh year would take care of them.