Only In Dreams...
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything in his world. Sheesh, I WISH I did...lol. Props for JKR and her amazing mind. The only thing I own is the plot and Teresa McClain.
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Chapter One: Tormenting Dreams
"Crucio!' someone said from the shadows. A white hot pain surged through Teresa's body. It completely consumed her and the attempt to not scream was failed. She writhed in pain on the ground like a worm, screaming in agony. Suddenly it stopped, and a cruel voice laughed wickedly. It sent chills up her spine. The stone floor was freezing beneath Teresa's bruise-laden, beaten, and sore body. Her small frame soon became racked with uncontrollable sobs. "Don't cry you silly girl," the voice said, and a tall, cloaked figure stepped out from the shadows. "You're going to die tonight, just like your pitiful parents. Pfft, Aurors! A noble occupation, some would say, but almost all of them are destined to die on the job sooner or later. Goodbye little girl, I'll be sure to inform you traitor of an uncle personally," he laughed. "Avada Kedavra!" he said and a jet of green light erupted from the tip of his wand.
Teresa McClain was jolted awake. Her scream pierced the night as she bolted upright in her small bed. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. Good, it was just a dream. Her parents, Ben and Natalie McClain, had been murdered just two week ago by Lord Voldemort. Teresa curled up into a fetal position and began to sob. This recurring dream tormented her every night and it kept the painful memory of her parents alive. She didn't dare tell her Uncle Severus, for fear he would worry too much.
Severus Snape was a close friend of her mother and father. She had gone to live with him since the accident. Normally very silent and withdrawn, living with her 'Uncle Sev' was normally very awkward. She looked longingly at the photograph on her nightstand. Her mum's dark brown hair gleamed in the sun and her father's sandy blond hair and brown eyes seemed only a mere memory now. Teresa then gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her dark brown hair, tan skin and chocolate brown eyes remained the same as always. But a smile was there, nor was the happy gleam her eyes always used to hold. She sighed and lay back down in her bed, crying herself to sleep and awaiting the return of her violent nightmares.