Fred groaned as he felt someone trying to shake him awake.

"Five more minutes," he slurred.

"Wake up Fred! It's Harry! What do we do?" a voice pleaded. Fred opened his eyes and looked at his little brother.

"I'm going to need a little more information than that to help you," he said, rubbing his eyes while attempting to smile reassuringly at his brother.

"Harry's thrashing around in his sleep and crying and we can't get him to wake up and no matter what we try to do, it only makes things worse!" Ron said, looking up at his brother with pleading eyes. "We need your help!"

Fred woke up a little bit at this. " Give me five minutes and I'll be down there. You go make sure nobody makes things worse," Fred told Ron.

As Ron ran off, Fred put on his slippers and noticed George doing the same. They both headed after their little brother. As they entered the dorm room, they saw four boys huddled together by one of the beds.

"Let us through," George told the boys, and as they swiftly made their way to Harry's bedside, Fred was able to make out what Harry was whimpering.

"Please... No more... I promise I'll be good..."

" Does this happen often?" Fred asked the boys.

"I guess," Dean shrugged.

" Usually he wakes up on his own or one of us is able to wake him up by this point though," Neville spoke fearfully.

"One of you should go get a professor," George told the boys calmly.

"Why? What's going on?" Seamus asked.

" It's not our place to explain that to you," Fred said, realizing that he and his twin had the same suspicions about this nightmare as he thought back to the bars on the younger boy's window last summer. Seamus looked reluctant to get a professor until he knew what was going on, but Neville had already run out of the room. As they waited for the timid third year to come back, Fred climbed onto the bed with Harry, and wrapped him in a hug from behind.

"It's okay Harry," he whispered, as he rocked the smaller boy back and forth. "It's just me, Fred. And I promise that no one will hurt you while I'm around."

George took the terrified boy's hand, and started murmuring more soothing words. Meanwhile, Ron and his roommates looked on with wide eyes.

"I brought Professor Lupin," Neville announced when he got back, wringing his hands.

"Thank you Neville," Fred said, smiling reassuringly at him before returning his full attention to the boy in his lap.

"Why'd you send Neville to get me?" Professor Lupin asked the twins. Fred looked George in the eye and jerked his chin slightly in the direction if the professor, and George took the cue, letting go of Harry's hand and leading the man outside to discuss the issue.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, I've got you," Fred murmured in Harry's ear while George explained their suspicions to the professor.

"Is he going to be okay?" Ron asked, worried.

"Yeah, Ron, he'll be fine," Fred tried to reassure his little brother and the boy he held in his arms at the same time. Finally, Harry woke up. He thrashed frantically in Fred's arms before he seemed to realize where he was. Not long after, George and Professor Lupin walked back into the room.

"Could you all leave the room so I can talk to Harry in private?" Professor Lupin asked.

"No!" Harry shouted, panicked. "I want Fred and George to stay!" The two mentioned looked at Harry in surprise. They had already figured out that Harry wouldn't be comfortable talking to Professor Lupin alone, but they had figured he'd want Ron to stay with him, not them.

"That's fine, I suppose," Professor Lupin said, crouching down in front of Harry as the others left the room, Ron glancing back at his friend with worry and just a hint of betrayal clear on his face. Once the door was shut, Professor Lupin cast a silencing charm on the room so that nobody could hear their conversation. "Now," he said, looking Harry in the eye. "Fred and George seem to be worried about your home life. Could you tell me why?"