Charlie’s POV

Every night since we came home Izzy had been having nightmares. She screams, and wakes up with tears and sweat flowing down her face. A few times she turned over and threw up. I haven’t slept. I wait for the nightmares to begin so I can shake her awake before they get too bad. She never explains what they are to me. I don’t want her to relive them so I don’t mind her not telling me.

School started back up on Monday and I was afraid she was going to be a wreck. The Saturday before I decided to write Neville Longbottom and ask him to keep an eye on her. In the letter I explained the nightmares and how worried I was. I also mentioned that she’s been zoning out a lot, and fidgeting her fingers when she thinks about her dreams.

Monday morning I kissed her and watched her leave. She tried to put on a happy face, but her eyes told a different story. At work I could hardly focus and got myself bit by a newborn Chinese Firebolt. I was just hoping she would be alright at school.

She got home a little earlier than expected. She seemed a little better, but not much.

“Hey Sweetheart.” I kiss her cheek. “How are you feeling? How was school?”

“I’m ok.” She grinned up at me. “School was fine.”

She took her shoes off and began unzipping her pants. She shed her clothes and left them on the floor. She was in her bra and unmatched panties laying on the bed looking up at the ceiling. I looked at her belly and noticed a funny little dot above her belly button.

“Babe? What’s that?” I poke the little dot.

“Oh. I had it pierced for a while, but it kept getting caught on everything.” She said this so emotionless.

“Pierced?” I never understood certain body piercing, but this one was strangely attractive.

“Yeah, I got it when I turned 18 and had it until I was 21.” I was now touching the little dot. "You've seen me naked a dozen times and you're barely noticing this?" She smirked at me.

"Sorry, I just don't stare at your belly button when you're naked. There are other things to look at." My mind was so in the gutter.

I poked at the dot and she flinched with a little laugh. I started tickling her and she was laughing so hard. Her face lit up and she looked back to normal. Once I stopped I was afraid she would go back to sulking. She looked at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and crawled into my arms. I rubbed her hair and this relaxed her.

“A student had to shake my shoulder in order for me to focus.” She whispered. “These dreams are getting worse, and I don’t know what to do.” Her voice sounded so broken.

“What have they been about?” I asked cautiously.

“I-I don’t know. They don’t make sense.” I bit her lip. “Sometimes it’s that girl, sometimes it’s people getting hurt, and sometimes…” Her face went pale. “sometimes they’re about you….. getting hurt.” She broke down sobbing into my shirt.

It seemed the dreams about me are the one’s that hit her the hardest. I held her tight and felt myself choking up. I loved her so much that I would never want to hurt her in anyway.

She finally stopped and gave me a quick kiss on the neck. She pulled away for a second then began kiss my neck vigorously. She started pulling up my shirt and feeling my stomach, back, and chest. It felt so good, but I knew she was just feeling vulnerable.

“Baby…” I pulled her hand away.

“Please, just let me Charlie.” Her brown eyes glistened with tears. “I want to feel that you’re here, in my arms, safe and sound.”

She entwined her fingers into my hair, looked into my eyes, then bit her lip. She pulled me in and kissed me passionately. She shifted her body so she was straddling me. Her body was pressed so close to me I could feel when she would breath. Her hands went behind her and unclasped her bra. She let it slowly slide off her before tossing it on the floor. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. She wasn’t a busty woman, but I thought they were perfect. She slowly started grinding her hips against me and I could feel my pants get tighter.

“Baby…” I whispered.

After hours of love making Izzy fell asleep in my arms. She finally got a sleep filled night. She only woke up once, and that was only to move her arms from between us.

In the morning she seemed happy. She smiled as she got ready for school, and the bags under her eyes seemed to have disappeared. Maybe the dreams would stop from now on? I hoped they really had.

For the next few week the dreams seemed to have stopped. Izzy was herself again. She smiled and laughed, and even danced around. Fleur had come to visit and that seemed to cheer her up even more. Bill and I left to give them some privacy and went to a local pub. The waitress tired to flirt with both of us, but we didn’t pay attention.

“How has she been?” Bill asked after we got our drinks.

“She’s better now.” I took a chug of my drink. “She hasn’t had any nightmares for a while.”

“That’s good. Maybe they’ve stopped?” He circled the rim of his glass.

“I don’t know, maybe.” We sat in silence for a while processing our own thoughts. “I just wish there was something I could do.”

“When Fleur was pregnant she would have these crazy dreams that she couldn’t find the baby, and she would wake up and search the house of her. I had to calm her down every morning.” Where was he going with this? “What I’m saying is you can’t help what others dream. You just have to be there for her.”

Even though he told me a random story he was right. There was nothing I could do about her dreams. I just had to be there for her if and when they come back.

At home the girls were sitting on the couch playing with Victoire. Izzy looked happy, but you could tell she had been crying. She probably told Fleur about the dreams in detail. She smiled at me and gestured for me to sit next to her. I sat down and put my hand on her knee.

“Well we better get going, right Bill?” Fleur said picking up Victoire.

“Um yeah! We’ll just be going.” We said our byes and they left the house.

Izzy went into the kitchen and starting making some tea. While the water was boiling she braided her hair to get it off her face. She sat on the counter and started swaying her legs gently. Her face was turned away from me, but I could tell she was thinking about something. Before I could get to her the kettle whistled that it was ready. She hopped off the counter and poured two glasses, one for her and one for me. She handed me the cup, then kiss my cheek.

“Are you alright?” I asked sitting at the kitchen table.

“Yeah I’m alright.” She didn’t look me in the eye.

She slowly sipped her tea without looking up. Her silence really had me worried; I wish I could tell what she was thinking. Izzy began fiddling with the end of her braid, and she looked like she wanted to say something.

“During Spring Break I think I should find my dad.” She didn’t look up from her cup. “I think if I see him these dreams will stop.”

“Have you still been having the dream? I thought they had stopped?” My tone seemed to have scared her.

“They have… for now. This is what happened before. The went away for a few months, then they came back even worse!” Her voice began to shake. “Maybe if I see him he can explain some of the dreams to me, or maybe I can figure out who this woman I keep seeing is and why she wants me gone!” Now she was sounding frantic.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek. I could see this time she was serious.

“As soon as you go on break we’ll go.” I ran my fingers through my hair. I needed a hair cut soon.

She smiled up at me with her big brown eyes finally looking happy. She set her cup down and crawled into my lap. I kissed the top of her head and her body relaxed. I wasn’t sure about this, but I had to trust her.