Lessons in Staying Up Late

Early morning.

After washing up, Loren changed into his pajamas and lay flat on the bed, the blanket tucked beneath his arms. Just as he closed his eyes and relaxed, preparing to drift off, he suddenly thought of Hermione and pulled out his Communicator to send her a message.

Then he closed his eyes again and continued trying to fall asleep.

He had stayed up nearly all night, and his mind felt a little muddled from the lack of sleep. Loren was drowsy and exhausted, yet his mind remained clear, even somewhat excited. Whenever he was alone, he kept recalling everything that had happened that night: Professor Snape's Resurrection Ritual being interrupted, Professor Snape openly turning against Voldemort, Dumbledore suddenly stuffing the Elder Wand into his hands, and his victory over the most powerful dark wizard in history.

After tonight, the situation in the wizarding world had changed completely.

Loren closed his eyes and vaguely saw Professor Snape's Resurrection Ritual again. Silver radiance and white mist connected to the Pensieve. He saw Voldemort suddenly appear with the Death Eaters, the Dark Mark floating overhead in a sea of emerald green before shattering into countless Killing Curses... In his daze, Harry's tear-streaked face also flashed through his mind.

Something strange seemed to have slipped in there.

Hopefully, he would not have nightmares tonight.

Loren was almost asleep. He rolled over into a more comfortable position on his side, ready to drift into dreams, when he suddenly remembered that lying on his left side might put pressure on his heart. Half-asleep, he turned the other way. This time, he was truly sleepy.

"Can't sleep either, Loren?"

"..."

"I know. You want to use that Resurrection Stone too. After all, we've had the same experiences."

"..."

"Do you think there really is another