So Much Blood
Mannd
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I don't own Harry Potter nor Naruto. . . Rats
This is for HPCC Yahoo Group Challenge #2 Common
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The black haired boy grimaced in his sleep, his dreams troubled and heartbreaking. Blood was everywhere, on the walls, floors, ceiling. His parents lay where they fell, covered in blood. He stumbled out of the house and saw his aunt, uncle and cousin lying on the grass also covered in blood. He moaned softly as he looked at them, their staring dead eyes, that were filled with accusation and reproach. He gave another small groan and looked down and saw that his own hands were covered in blood as well. He gave a soft gasp and spotting a puddle ran to it and tried to wash the blood off of his hands, but they wouldn't come clean.
Sasuke woke with a gasp and sat up, looking around the Gryffindor dorm room. His charge, Harry Potter, was sleeping the sleep of the innocent. He held up his hands and closing his eyes lowered his head almost afraid to look, to see the blood had followed him from his dream. He was being a coward. He opened them and gave a soft sigh of relief when clean flesh met his gaze. Naruto gave a loud snore and Sasuke was temped to hit him with a pillow, but he didn't want to deal with the dobe's whining this early and have to explain why he was awake himself.
Sasuke got up, dressing quickly, left the dorm and went into the common room. A fire was still blazing merrily, or, he corrected himself as he looked at the time, it was probably a new one. A soft noise behind him drew his attention to the stairs and he blinked in surprise as Potter stood uncertainly on the steps. Sasuke hadn't exactly been friendly towards him, but apparently the urge for company won out and Potter moved into the room and sat on the sofa, drawing his legs tight to his chest.
"Why are you up?" Sasuke asked, trying to keep his voice low, but still be menacing.
He obviously didn't succeed in that endeavor because Potter just shrugged, his gaze still on the fire. "I dreamed about my parents death," he said after a few moments.
Sasuke blinked, he had forgotten his charge was also an orphan, "do you remember it?"
"Yeah," Potter said so softly that Sasuke had to strain to hear, "bits and pieces."
"Hn," Sasuke said and joined him on the sofa, "I too dreamed of my family's death… it is getting close to the anniversary."
"Where you there?" Potter asked looking over at the boy, surprised that he was giving this information out.
"No, I walked in on it after the fact," Sasuke said the fire seeming to hypnotize him, "there was so much blood…"
"I remember hearing my mother pleading for my life, his laughter and then…" Potter closed his eyes, "a green light."
"Green light?" Sasuke asked.
"The same color as my eyes," Potter said, "I hate my eyes. It's why I don't like looking in mirrors."
Sasuke gave soft hnn, he understood, the one time he had looked in the mirror to see what the Shrangin looked like he had been horribly reminded of the blood from that nigh. The two continued to stare into the fire, until the students above them began to stir. "Harry," the teen looked over at him in mild surprise, "we will help you get him," Harry gave a weak smile, "and then you can look in the mirror again and be happy with their color." Harry gave him a small nod.
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