The next morning I sat down with Hermione, watching as Ron and Harry were playing Quidditch. I watched on as they flew back and forth, while Hermione read a book.

I wasn't really paying attention to anything, just thinking about Harry's nightmares. I know he has nightmares, I have caught the aftermath of them, the bags under his eyes, bloodshot eyes, tired and slumped shoulders, the tired sighs, and the fearful look in his eyes in the mornings.

He's barely sleeping and I'm worried for him. No one else has picked it up, but I can Hermione is getting worried and Harry's hiding it from Mum.

Hermione nudged me. I gave her a confused look. "It's time for dinner. George is coming."

I nodded. "I will be there in a minute."

She nodded and left. That's when I noticed Ron and Harry weren't flying anymore. They had already went inside.

I sighed, before standing up.

Turning around, I saw something in the corner of my eye. Turned back fully and saw a pure white wolf with brown eyes looking at me from the edge of the property.

Glancing back at the Burrow, I decided to get a closer look.

I felt drawn to it, like it was calling me...