Edited: July 4, 2012

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

This is right after Harry defeated Quirrell in Sorcerer's Stone.

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Hermione Granger walked quietly up the staircase to the first year boys' dorm, hoping that she wouldn't get caught. She couldn't have her record any more tarnished then it already was. Pushing her bushy brown hair out of her eyes, she went step by step willing the staircase not to creak. Her heart was pounding and adrenaline was still pumping through her eleven year old veins.

A little shadow made her jump and she had to stop herself from making any noise. Who knew what crazy person was out to get her and her friends now? Luckily, it was just Trevor, Neville's runaway frog.

She had just experienced the worst nightmare she had ever had; it would certainly not be the last either. It was really quite awful and involved Ron getting killed by a giant pawn and Harry dying at Voldemort's hand. The scary part was it had almost happened in real life. You'd think a world renowned school for wizards and witches would be a bit safer or at least have the sense to not contain the Sorcerer's Stone.

She had sat in bed for a few minutes after she woke from her nightmare, willing her fear to go away. Before long she couldn't take the dark any more no matter how hard she wished to just fall asleep. She had decided she would go see Ron…seeing him would make her understand that her dream was nothing more then a figment of her imagination. Hermione needed to fight fear with fact; it was what she did best.

If she was told she was going to fight a troll, Devil's Snare, flying keys, play on a giant chessboard, and almost have two of her best friends killed in one night, she would have laughed in their face. Yet, it had happened no matter how much laughing would've been done.

She slowly pushed the door open once she got to the top of the boy's side of the Gryffindor Tower and hopped over to Ron's bed. Before she shook him awake she heard him quietly muttering in his sleep.

"No…Harry…Hermione! AH! Killer chess set and angry plants! Quick Dumbledore!"

It would have been hilarious to an innocent bystander. It wasn't often that you heard someone whisper in their sleep a sentence that would have been screamed if they were awake. Hermione didn't feel the slightest desire to laugh though, for she had been going through the same thing.

"Ron…Ron wake up!" she whispered in his ear while poking him in the arm.

He groggily sat up and looked around confused as if he didn't remember how he got where he was. When he saw Hermione standing next to his bed he grabbed his wand and motioned for her to follow him downstairs.

They got to the common room and Ron plopped down in his favorite chair and Hermione sat on the floor in front of the ongoing fire that sported the Gryffindor colors.

"I was having nightmares," she said slowly, not sure if he would make fun of her.

"Me too."

"I miss Harry…do you…do you think he's okay?" she asked, almost scared for the answer.

Ron nodded his head, but she could tell he wasn't really sure.

"I don't think I can sleep with him down their all by himself…he's probably having nightmares too, but he has no one to help him." He said looking almost guiltily at the plush red carpet.

They both turned to each other and with a silent understanding Ron went upstairs and came back down with Harry's invisibility cloak.

"Willing to break a few rules…for Harry?" he asked grinning. Hermione smiled and got under the cloak with Ron.

They carefully walked out the portrait hole and stayed quiet so that they wouldn't wake the Fat Lady. Their efforts failed and she spent several minutes looking for whoever had gone out, not realizing they were in fact invisible.

Getting to the Hospital Wing without being seen or heard was actually quite easy. No one was patrolling the halls tonight (besides Mrs. Norris who they narrowly avoided) because they were all sleeping soundly in their beds as they should be.

When Hermione saw Harry in the white hospital bed she almost cried. He was battered and bruised and his arm was in a cast. He was currently rolling around in his sleep with a rather painful expression on his face. She looked to Ron and her feelings were mirrored on his face.

Hermione took it into her own hands to walk over to the bed and slowly climb under the covers on Harry's right side. Ron got in on the left, careful not to bump their friend.

Once they both settled down, Hermione grabbed Harry's hand tightly, trying to suck some of his courage into herself. He instantly became still and his thrashing stopped. Hermione smiled as silent tears came out of her eyes.

"Our brother almost… died." she whispered to Ron. He shook his head in understanding. Harry was the closest thing she had to a brother and she knew Ron thought of Harry as a brother as well.

A few moments later they both fell asleep next to their best friend because only best friends can comfort you when no one else could.

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Madame Pomfrey was terrified for little Harry. She had no idea how a small boy of eleven could do what he did and get out alive. Curse Dumbledore and his three-headed dogs.

When the headmaster had rushed Mr. Potter into the Hospital with his two friends close behind him, she almost passed out. Obviously the story had traveled around the school that the three children had gone to get the Stone, but she had assumed it was one of the many rumors that seemed to float around Hogwarts with the ghosts. This boy saved the world…again.

There had been tears streaming out of Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley's eyes and they were clearly scared out of their wits at the state of their best friend. Her heart ached at the sight. To be so young and go through so much was a cruel and terrible thing.

She had forced a dreamless sleep potion down Harry's throat as soon as Albus set him down, hoping that he could get some rest. Apparently it wasn't working because all night he had been thrashing in his sleep. Some things medicine couldn't cure; this must be one of those things. The boy would have to be brave for there was nothing she could do for these horrible nightmares.

She spent that night constantly getting up to check on him whenever she heard the rustling of his sheets. They would get straightened and re-tucked so that he wouldn't tangle himself in them each time. At about 3:00 AM the rustling finally stopped and Madame Pomfrey was able to fall into a weary sleep. Perhaps things would be better tomorrow.

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A heart-warming sight was now right in front of the old nurse's eyes. It was 7:30 in the morning and she had gone to check on her patient to find Ron and Hermione sleeping on both sides of him.

Hermione was clutching Harry's hand as if her life depended on it and Ron was about to slide off the bed. His hand was dangling to the floor and his snores were prominent. How she was able to sleep through those Madame Pomfrey didn't know.

All three were sleeping soundly and Harry looked a lot better then he did the last time she checked on him. More color had come to his cheeks and the bags were disappearing from under his eyes. She realized why he finally fell into a peaceful sleep the night before. Only best friends would wake up at three in the morning to help you.

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