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Story Title: Sea Star *Until I figure out a different title*
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Snape is having dreams of the past. The thing is the only pleasant one he has is the only one he can't remember. All he knows of it is that he is searching to find something out, but he doesn't know what it is he wants to know. The only other dreams he has are nightmares of his parents treatment to him, the harsh words and even hasher beatings. But between all this dreaming there is a new student that is sorted into his house and he could swear he's met her before.
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Chapter One: ~*Sea Star*~
A young man of sixteen shed off his robes and waited into the icy cold water of the ocean. When he was waist deep he stood there with his eyes closed enjoying the serenity that was only found at the sea side. This was the one place he could be at peace, the one place he could sit and think alone with out worrying that Black or Potter would pull some prank on him. Every school day since they were eleven they had thought of every trick in the book to pull on him. This year they had gone to far and tried to kill him. But even that thought didn't brother him when he was here. After a few more moments of soaking in the relaxing feeling of the lapping water against his bare skin, he dived into the water and began to swim. He held his breath and dove to the bottom opening his eyes he could only see a few inches in front of him because of the stinging salt. But he saw enough to find a shell he picked it up and went back to the surface of the water, once there he swam over to some rocks and sat upon them. He loved to just sit there and think for long periods of time, letting the sun pinken his fair skin and the water splash up on his feet as they hung over the edge. He opened his hand to see the shell he held in his palm. It was a white spiny one,
"I know what you are." He stated to it, "You're a Venus Comb Murex but you are found in the Philippines. How long did it take you to drift here?" He asked as if by doing so the shell would tell him of all its journeys at the sea's depths. He studied it a good long time and after making sure nothing was living in it he decided to take it home to add to his collection. But later, right now he only wanted to watch the sun set, sure it would be cold by the time he swam back to the shore to retrieve his clothes but it was worth it. He watched the sky turn a deep red,
"Red sky at night sailor's delight." He recited to himself. That meant tomorrow would be fair weather or so the saying told. He sighed knowing he must return home soon, how he wished to stay out here longer. But the chill of the night air had already set in. So he climbed out more to the edge of the rocks and sat a bit longer thinking. As he did so the water next to him rippled as if something big was swimming just below the surface. He stared at the spot and now the ripples were closer. As he tried to figure out what it was a girl that of his own age came out of the water and before he could even think on asking who she was she threw her arms about his neck and kissed him. The young lad too surprised to fight her off gave into the kiss. After the kiss ended the girl slid back into the water and started to shore.
"Huh...Wait!" The boy called after her and dove into the water himself but she was a much faster swimmer then he and so she reached the shore before he could. When he reached the shore himself she had already walked halfway across. He hurried to stand up and get out of the water, but when she stopped and turned to face him he truly saw her now. She had sleek white skin as pale as moon light, red hair that looked to be made up of fire and gold, and eyes icy blue, eyes only to be found in the Arctic glaciers. He stood entranced by her it was now he remembered he was bare, but she herself was only warped in a fish net that didn't do to much to cover her. She smiled at him as the breeze kicked up around them. And he heard her speak the words,
"My name Star." When she spoke it sounded as though the ocean's water had taken life and spoke those words in rhythm of a song. With that she turned and left walking like she were made of the water she sounded to be. He stood there dumbfounded with the whole ordeal he wanted to fallow but couldn't since his mother was calling him in. He sighed and got on his robes swearing to himself that he would find out who she was.
Story Title: Sea Star *Until I figure out a different title*
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Snape is having dreams of the past. The thing is the only pleasant one he has is the only one he can't remember. All he knows of it is that he is searching to find something out, but he doesn't know what it is he wants to know. The only other dreams he has are nightmares of his parents treatment to him, the harsh words and even hasher beatings. But between all this dreaming there is a new student that is sorted into his house and he could swear he's met her before.
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Chapter One: ~*Sea Star*~
A young man of sixteen shed off his robes and waited into the icy cold water of the ocean. When he was waist deep he stood there with his eyes closed enjoying the serenity that was only found at the sea side. This was the one place he could be at peace, the one place he could sit and think alone with out worrying that Black or Potter would pull some prank on him. Every school day since they were eleven they had thought of every trick in the book to pull on him. This year they had gone to far and tried to kill him. But even that thought didn't brother him when he was here. After a few more moments of soaking in the relaxing feeling of the lapping water against his bare skin, he dived into the water and began to swim. He held his breath and dove to the bottom opening his eyes he could only see a few inches in front of him because of the stinging salt. But he saw enough to find a shell he picked it up and went back to the surface of the water, once there he swam over to some rocks and sat upon them. He loved to just sit there and think for long periods of time, letting the sun pinken his fair skin and the water splash up on his feet as they hung over the edge. He opened his hand to see the shell he held in his palm. It was a white spiny one,
"I know what you are." He stated to it, "You're a Venus Comb Murex but you are found in the Philippines. How long did it take you to drift here?" He asked as if by doing so the shell would tell him of all its journeys at the sea's depths. He studied it a good long time and after making sure nothing was living in it he decided to take it home to add to his collection. But later, right now he only wanted to watch the sun set, sure it would be cold by the time he swam back to the shore to retrieve his clothes but it was worth it. He watched the sky turn a deep red,
"Red sky at night sailor's delight." He recited to himself. That meant tomorrow would be fair weather or so the saying told. He sighed knowing he must return home soon, how he wished to stay out here longer. But the chill of the night air had already set in. So he climbed out more to the edge of the rocks and sat a bit longer thinking. As he did so the water next to him rippled as if something big was swimming just below the surface. He stared at the spot and now the ripples were closer. As he tried to figure out what it was a girl that of his own age came out of the water and before he could even think on asking who she was she threw her arms about his neck and kissed him. The young lad too surprised to fight her off gave into the kiss. After the kiss ended the girl slid back into the water and started to shore.
"Huh...Wait!" The boy called after her and dove into the water himself but she was a much faster swimmer then he and so she reached the shore before he could. When he reached the shore himself she had already walked halfway across. He hurried to stand up and get out of the water, but when she stopped and turned to face him he truly saw her now. She had sleek white skin as pale as moon light, red hair that looked to be made up of fire and gold, and eyes icy blue, eyes only to be found in the Arctic glaciers. He stood entranced by her it was now he remembered he was bare, but she herself was only warped in a fish net that didn't do to much to cover her. She smiled at him as the breeze kicked up around them. And he heard her speak the words,
"My name Star." When she spoke it sounded as though the ocean's water had taken life and spoke those words in rhythm of a song. With that she turned and left walking like she were made of the water she sounded to be. He stood there dumbfounded with the whole ordeal he wanted to fallow but couldn't since his mother was calling him in. He sighed and got on his robes swearing to himself that he would find out who she was.