Two weeks after the Dark Lord found out about Severus being a spy, Harry moved back into the Gryffindor Dorms to the delight of his roommates. Dean, Seamus, Neville and Ron all crowded around him to welcome him back. It was a good thing he had been studying like crazy, as he was going back to classes the next day.

He was also happy to see that nobody was truly afraid of him, although that could be the Gryffindor bravery showing through. He was actually kind of amazed that Neville wasn't shaking in his boots. That was until Harry found out that Dean had told the boy that he too, was a vampire and had been sleeping in the dorms for all five years without hurting anyone.

Harry laughed as Ron pulled him towards his bed and sat him down and asked him if he had any idea what was going to be on the Potions O.W.L. "Of course I don't. You think that Snape would actually give me the answers? I don't think so. I'm as clueless as the rest of you."

Ron sighed. "Drat. I was hoping you could help me perfect whatever we were going to do in it before it came up."

Harry grinned wickedly at his best friend. "I could ask, you know. If he let's something slip, then I'll tell you." Harry watched as Ron's face lit up at that.

"Yeah?! Thanks mate."

Harry was about to say something else when the other three boys came over and started a conversation about the upcoming Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

On a whim, Harry put on a bet that Hufflepuff would win this one, as he had no idea how good their new Seeker was. As he did so, he remembered what happened to Cedric and a wave of guilt crashed over him. He knew it wasn't truly his fault that Cedric had gotten killed, but he couldn't help but blame himself.

He knew the emotion was plainly visible on his face, as the next minute everybody was trying to tell him he wasn't to blame. Harry smiled a small, sad smile, laid down on his bed and just listened to the rest of the conversation.

By the time the others had gone to sleep, Harry was tossing and turning in one of his nightmares about Cedric. He hadn't dreamt about the Hufflepuff Champion since he had gotten to Hogwarts and had thought the dreams had stopped. The dreams were always the same. In the old graveyard, with Cedric's dead body staring up at him, cold dead eyes glaring a hole through his head. His mouth would open and he would tell the terrified Harry that it was all his fault.

Harry woke up with a start, body shaking from his nightmare. Before he could think, he had gotten out of bed and exited the Gryffindor tower and began making his way to the dungeons.

Deciding that he might get some sleep if he slept in his old room, he was surprised when instead of seeing the room he had been in for the last couple of weeks, he was standing out the front of his father's rooms. Sighing loudly at his own cowardice about his dreams, he knocked on the door.

"What?" Growled the voice of Severus from the other side, before the door opened. It was plain to see that Snape hadn't been sleeping very well.

Harry suddenly felt silly, standing out the front of his father's door, hugging his arms around his chest to try to keep warm. He looked sheepishly up at the ruffled Potion's Master and replied, "I had a nightmare."

Severus sighed. Shaking his head, he turned around and made his way to the couch he had been lying on. He heard the door open more as Harry entered the room. "What do you want me to do about your nightmares? Mine are bad enough."

Harry looked to the floor, embarrassment written all over his face. "I know. It's just. I thought that the nightmares were over. I hadn't dreamt about it since I got back here. To Hogwarts, I mean."

Severus rubbed at his aching eyes, trying to ease them shut, so he could sleep. "What are these nightmares about? Surely they couldn't be that bad if they stopped when you came here to stay." Lying back onto the sofa, he turned his head to look at the boy.

"The last task. When Cedric was killed. When I saw his shade, he told me he didn't blame me, but in my nightmares, he does. Sometimes they all do. It's all my fault."

"That's rubbish Harry and you know it." Severus replied, his eyes shutting of their own accord. "Go back to bed." He mumbled, before he fell asleep.

Harry stared down at the exhausted form of his father and smiled slightly. He was right, Harry thought to himself. He couldn't help but feel that no matter how bad his nightmares were, Severus' were worse.

Slowly making his way to the door, he slipped out of the room, not making a sound as he did so and made his way back to the Gryffindor Dorms. Sliding back into bed, he looked around the room quickly and was surprised to find an extra person in the Dorm.

Sitting by the window as if waiting for him to return, was Ginny. He was even more amazed to see Crookshanks, Hermione's cat, lying on her lap. He smiled lightly at the slight rise and fall of the sleeping girls' chest.

He shook her slightly, startling her awake. "Shouldn't you be in the Girls' Dormitory? What are you doing here?" He asked her, slightly confused.

"I was worried. I saw you go out of the Common Room and wondered where you were going or if you were going to get into trouble. I waited up for you."

Harry smiled slightly. "I had a nightmare. I went out for a walk to clear my head. Went down to my old room. Then come back up here. I think it helped."

Ginny smiled back at him, her face filled with relief. "Hope you sleep better now. Goodnight."

"Night." He replied, as she walked out of the room. Crookshanks however stayed behind. Harry crawled back into his bed and quickly fell asleep. He was unaware when the ginger cat jumped on to his bed and curled himself up by Harry's side.

Harry slept well for the rest of that night.