"Yeah," Harry replied darkly. "I know." Harry wished his nightmares had only gotten more frequent in the last while, with the tragedy of the Aurors and the scare of Ginny's illness. That would have been normal. Something he could explain. Something that would pass with time.
But they hadn't. They'd only changed content.
He swallowed, anxiety building up in him again. He was exhausted and all he could think about sometimes was sleep, but he was afraid to. He'd expected it after the war. He'd thought he could deal with it and that eventually they would just go away. But they hadn't. He'd told everyone they had, to keep them from worrying. He'd told them that years ago.
He opened his mouth. Ron would understand. Maybe it would even help. He closed it again, hesitated. Opened his mouth.
"Er-" He stopped again. It wasn't going to happen. He chickened out and his mind scrambled for the nearest worry he could latch onto instead. "Ginny.... I think she gets a lot of nightmares, too."