Halloween. It was Harry’s least favourite holiday, if only because it was also the anniversary of the deaths of his parents and Voldemort’s first defeat. Most years it never really bothered him, but with the strange dreams (nightmares, really) being a near-nightly constant, he’d been more quiet and moody than usual. Ron and Hermione had been able to tell instantly, but thankfully they’d understood and left him to his own devices for the most part while still being near him.