"It's getting much worse professor," whispered the old man, "Soon a time of reckoning will come. She cannot be safe forever."
"I know this, but what would you like me to do? What would you like me to say, 'You're in great danger, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is after you and you must flee to safety.' " The younger man said sarcastically, "I cannot, I will not. Besides she would never believe me."
"Who said it had to be you?"
"Who else would you send?"
Whenever the old man's eyes would twinkle, as they did just then, it meant he was up to something. This twinkle was quick and bright and went completely unnoticed by the younger man who stared with a questioning glance.
"Who else would you send?" The man repeated, "Who else would she believe, if not me?"
"All in good time, Severus, all in good time." And with that Albus Dumbledore turned on his heel and walked away. The greasy haired man stood at the window where they were talking, for what felt like hours. He stared out at the grounds that he knew so well and realized that over the years, without knowing it, he'd gone and spent most of his life there at Hogwarts. The school, though he loathed it, was his home and that thought comforted him. He moved his gaze upward toward the sky that was now a kaleidoscope of colors. It reminded him of a battlefield, where morning and night went head to head. First a dark blue, then it turned a majestic purple, violet, red, pink.
'What if morning never came, would it really matter.' He watched, and waited wondering if this time the dark would overcome the light. His mind began to dwell on the final battle that had yet to come. The fight between night and day, and the fight between good and evil were not much different from each other. But then he saw it, the first glimpse of sunlight rise over the treetops.
'No, no they were much different. Morning is something that is certain. It will always come. But how could I ever be sure that good will overcome evil.' Guilt lay heavy upon him. It may have affected his soul, his mind, or his heart, not even he was sure; sometimes his whole body ached with regret. He sighed as the sun rose ever higher, and the morning broke. Eventually he turned and walked, slowly, toward his rooms.
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Rosslyn Walker's body lay limp upon her bed as she slept, covered only by a sheet. A warm breeze blew in through her open window and flowed softly through her curly auburn hair, brushing it lightly off her face.
"Ah!" She screamed as her body shot upwards. Her crystal blue eyes scanned the room slowly. Eventually her heart calmed and the tension flowed out of her body. She fell back onto her pillow and allowed herself to recall what just happened. Recently she had been haunted by nightmares.
'Nightmares? More like memories?' Memories she had long, since forgotten. She tried so hard to remember, but every night the same thing,
'She's a little girl running, running, laughing. He picks her up gently and she knows she can trust him. He throws her into the air and she squeals with delight. She knows he will catch her and he does. Up and up she goes again, then down and down. Seconds, minutes, hours go by and still she has not seen his face. She is tempted. One last time he throws her, she looks down at him but it is blurry. She doubts him and he is gone. Now she is falling down and down, but he does not catch her. Then the laughing. That horrible, wretched, evil laughing. Closer and closer, She must get away'
Then she would wake, the laugh still ringing in her ears, and questions running through her mind. Who was that man, and why did trust him? She rolled onto her side ready to drift back to sleep only to find her alarm clock staring her down. 5:30 AM.
"No," she moaned. What was the point she only had another half an hour to sleep. She sat up once again and slid off the bed. As usual she began her daily morning rituals. She showered, dressed, and tried to tame her wild curls, which to her dismay did not work. She tied her hair back with a ribbon in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. 'BEEP, BEEP, BEEP…'
"Ah!" She yelled again. She turned quickly to find where the noise was coming from and in a moment of clumsiness tripped over her own feet. She looked up to find that it was only her alarm clock.
"I hate myself," Rosslyn said sarcastically.
"Aww, now don't act like that."
"What the…Oh Evan you scared me."
"Apparently not as much as that alarm clock." Said Rosslyn's best friend, Evan, from the window where he was standing.
"Oh shut up," She said as she pushed herself up off the floor, "I've just been a little…jumpy, that's all. Anyway why are you here so early?" She was trying to change the subject. She still hadn't told Evan about the dreams and she wasn't quite ready to tell him now.
"You know I can't go to my first day of school without having some of your Aunt's banana pancakes." He replied, "So can you help me inside before I fall?" It was at this moment that Rosslyn remembered her room was on the second floor. She leaned out her window only to find Evan balancing upon his broomstick.
"Are you insane," Rosslyn asked as she grabbed his elbows and yanked him inside. They both rolled onto her bedroom floor. He looked up and smiled at her, she smiled back "Don't answer that."
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Now I know this chapter is a bit short but trust me they'll get longer as you go on. Right now I'm just trying to give you the important tidbits. I'll be adding new chapters soon with the fleshy parts. Being as this is my first story I'm just a little bit wary. Give me reviews, good or bad I don't care. Now for my summary:
They say your life isn't fully lived unless you have regret but it is my feeling that some people regret too much. So much so, that they can no longer go on with their lives. I think Snape has reached that point but refuses to acknowledge it. What is it that he feels so guilty about? Read on to find out…
The Ghost of YouI never said I'd lie in wait forever If I died we'd be together I can't just forget her But she could try
At the end of the world or the last thing I see You are never coming home, Never coming home Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me And all the smiles that are ever, ever
Ever Get the feeling that you're never All alone and I remember now At the top of my lungs in my arms She dies She dies
At the end of the world Or the last thing I see You are never coming home Could I? Should I? And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me And all the ghost that are never gonna catch me If I fall down.