Harry Potter

harry wakes with a start from his nightmare, chest heaving and his skin damp with sweat, despite the chilly night air. He sits up in his bed, breathing deeply and running his fingers through his hair when he suddenly hears his name being whispered, looking up and seeing you standing in the doorway of his room in one of his shirts you stole. Even though the darkness, he can see the glistening tear streaks on your cheeks. You walk over to him, burying your face in his chest. Y/n? What's wrong?