“I usually talk to Ron and Hermione about this sort of stuff. But they’ve been busy.” Harry said with a shrug. He turned around and sat down with his back up against the railings. He barely knew Penelope but she seemed pretty trust worthy.
“They are just dreams, just really bad dreams. I just thought they would go away by now.” He said with a sigh.
Penelope smiled at him. “You’re not alone. I bet any of the students who were here during the war are having nightmares too.” She paused for a moment. “I guess you’ll just have to wait it out and do something to take your mind off it in the meantime. I could easily make a sleeping draught for you. If you want obviously.”
“I’m sorry I can’t do more to help,” she added, she realised she was blabbering on like the Ravenclaw she was. Always thinking about the physical things and not emotional, she couldn’t help thinking Harry would be better of talking to a Hufflepuff.
“It’s fine,” Harry answered with a small smile. “I didn’t imagine that you would be able to fix my problems. But a sleeping drought would be very helpful at least I would get a decent night’s sleep for once .”