Severus sat there gasping for breath trying to move the images from his mind.
"Someone go get Prof. Rohdelle," someone said to the right of Severus.
"Don't bother, I'm fine," he growled.
"Severus, we all heard you, Rohdelle probably heard you too, hell, the whole castle probably heard you!" Ezra Stelpa said looking at Severus. Severus looked at Ezra, then to the people who stood around him nodding in agreement.
"Severus, what was happening?" Ezra asked pure concern writen all over the Syltherin's face.
Severus look at his "friend" with confusion writen on his face.
"Why do you care?" Severus finally asked bitterly,
"Why do any of you care?" he yelled.
"Severus, quiet down now, you'll wake the whole castle," said a voice to thier left. All the Syltherins looked over to see the Syltherin head of House, Prof. Rohdelle.
"What is going on in here?" another voice asked, comming into the common room.
It was none other then Prof. Wesburton, Head Master of Hogwarts.
"Will someone please tell me why all of you are up at this hour?" Wesburton asked looking at each of the students.
"Well you see Prof. Wesburton sir, Severus woke us all up screaming his fool head off," Ezra began.
"Shut up, Stelpa." Severus said looking at each of the Professors.
"Severus, is this true?" Professor Rohdelle asked, her expresson confused.
Severus glared at Ezra before mumbling yes to the professors.
"Alright then, all of you off to bed, but Severus, we would like to talk to you for a moment." Wesburton said as all the Syltherin students went back up to their rooms for the last hours sleep of the night.
Wesburton and Rohdelle took Severus back to Rohdelle's classroom, Defence Against the Dark Arts.
"Severus, would you kindly tell us what went on tonight?" Wesburton asked settling himself in one of the desk chairs. His long brown hair hung over the back and his green eyes looked tired.
Severus looked at both teachers, but kept quiet.
"Alright then, you can go back up to bed Severus," Wesburton said getting up. Severus looked confused.
"But I didn't say anything," he started.
"You will tell us when you are ready, go back to bed now," Wesburton said leaving the room. Severus got up and followed him out the door, with Rohdelle right behind him.
"Go back to sleep Severus, you can speak with me in the morning if you feel up to it." Rohdelle said as she went into her rooms. Severus made his way back to his room, mumbling the password to the sleeping portrait. He climbed back into his bed, but didn't sleep.
Severus tried to stay awake for the last hour of sleep, but failed. He was so tired, he couldn't keep his eyes open for long and soon he had drifted of to sleep.
Severus's body betrayed him and fell lovingly into the deep comfort sleep brought, but his mind tried to fight it.
'I can't sleep now,' he thought as his subconscious took over.
His mind drifted from one thought to the next, never once picturing Susannah in his mind.
It wasn't until his mind gave up fighting that he saw her. But something was different. She wasn't wearing the rags he had seen her in, but a dress of light blue, matching her eyes as they twinkled in the sunlight. She was walking in the company of several young boys wearing weird clothing. Pants that came down to mid-calf, and socks meeting their pants. Weird shoes with a heel on them. Their shirts were all off white in colour and they looked very baggy. All of their clothing, Susannah's included, looked very worn, and in need of repair.
Severus looked around and saw lots of people walking around the little square. He could see a church made of wood, and not stone, and several other buildings made of wood aswell. Severus continued looking around untill someone bumped into him.
"Watch were you're going," the person said and continued on their way.
Severus watched the man walk towards the church, carrying a barrel of something unknown.
'How did I feel that?' Severus asked himself. He pinched his left arm and jumped.
"If I felt that I'm awake," Severussaid aloud.
"Of course you're awake. You wouldn't be out here in your clothing if you were alseep now would you?" a sweet voice asked from behind him. He turned to see Susannah, the girl from his dream, smiling at him and not in the company of the boys that he had seen her with eairler.
"I'm Susannah Snape. My family moved here before I was born, to start a new life away from England," Susannah said eyeing Severus.
"You must be new to the village, for I have never seen you before," she continued.
"Welcome to St. Thomas Village, Massachusetts," she finished with a smile.
"I'm Severus Snape. I've come from England," he said not smiling. He looked down at the clothes he was wearing and found that he was wearing the same thing as the other boys in the village. The same weird pants, socks and shoes. Only his shirt was different. It looked like a jacket.
"You must be very rich to afford a doublet of such fine material," Susannah said examining the velvet fabric of his doublet.
"Do you think you are a relative of mine?" she asked after she finished examining his clothing.
"The name Snape is very common in England is it not?" she asked. Severus' head swam with her questions.
'Snape is only common if you are not a muggle.' Severus thought as she looked at his hair.
Soon there were people gathered around him. Susannah had yelled to her friends that there was a new person in the village and the crowd of people had grown.
"Father! Mother!" Susannah called to a couple making their way to see what the fuss was.
"This boy says he's from England, and says also that his last name is Snape," Susannah quickly told her parents as they made their was to the middle fo the crowd.
"How did you make it here from the ocean?" someone asked to his left.
"Where is the rest of your clothing?" asked another person from behind him.
The questions swam around him as people asked one after another. Severus didn't hear many of them as he was busy trying to think of how he got there, and why he was wearing finer clothing then most of the villagers.
'Whats going on?' he asked himself.
'Why am I here? I've still got to be dreaming,' he thought and tried to pinch himself again.
"What year is it?" Severus asked the person next to him.
"Why it is the year 1692, sir," a small boy answered.
'1692! What?' Severus thought to himself.
'If it's 1692, then I've gone back in time.' Severus thought as he looked around, the whole village seemed to be standing around him.
Severus, are you ok?" Susannah asked.
'I feel sick,' Severus thought as his world went black.
"Someone go get Prof. Rohdelle," someone said to the right of Severus.
"Don't bother, I'm fine," he growled.
"Severus, we all heard you, Rohdelle probably heard you too, hell, the whole castle probably heard you!" Ezra Stelpa said looking at Severus. Severus looked at Ezra, then to the people who stood around him nodding in agreement.
"Severus, what was happening?" Ezra asked pure concern writen all over the Syltherin's face.
Severus look at his "friend" with confusion writen on his face.
"Why do you care?" Severus finally asked bitterly,
"Why do any of you care?" he yelled.
"Severus, quiet down now, you'll wake the whole castle," said a voice to thier left. All the Syltherins looked over to see the Syltherin head of House, Prof. Rohdelle.
"What is going on in here?" another voice asked, comming into the common room.
It was none other then Prof. Wesburton, Head Master of Hogwarts.
"Will someone please tell me why all of you are up at this hour?" Wesburton asked looking at each of the students.
"Well you see Prof. Wesburton sir, Severus woke us all up screaming his fool head off," Ezra began.
"Shut up, Stelpa." Severus said looking at each of the Professors.
"Severus, is this true?" Professor Rohdelle asked, her expresson confused.
Severus glared at Ezra before mumbling yes to the professors.
"Alright then, all of you off to bed, but Severus, we would like to talk to you for a moment." Wesburton said as all the Syltherin students went back up to their rooms for the last hours sleep of the night.
Wesburton and Rohdelle took Severus back to Rohdelle's classroom, Defence Against the Dark Arts.
"Severus, would you kindly tell us what went on tonight?" Wesburton asked settling himself in one of the desk chairs. His long brown hair hung over the back and his green eyes looked tired.
Severus looked at both teachers, but kept quiet.
"Alright then, you can go back up to bed Severus," Wesburton said getting up. Severus looked confused.
"But I didn't say anything," he started.
"You will tell us when you are ready, go back to bed now," Wesburton said leaving the room. Severus got up and followed him out the door, with Rohdelle right behind him.
"Go back to sleep Severus, you can speak with me in the morning if you feel up to it." Rohdelle said as she went into her rooms. Severus made his way back to his room, mumbling the password to the sleeping portrait. He climbed back into his bed, but didn't sleep.
Severus tried to stay awake for the last hour of sleep, but failed. He was so tired, he couldn't keep his eyes open for long and soon he had drifted of to sleep.
Severus's body betrayed him and fell lovingly into the deep comfort sleep brought, but his mind tried to fight it.
'I can't sleep now,' he thought as his subconscious took over.
His mind drifted from one thought to the next, never once picturing Susannah in his mind.
It wasn't until his mind gave up fighting that he saw her. But something was different. She wasn't wearing the rags he had seen her in, but a dress of light blue, matching her eyes as they twinkled in the sunlight. She was walking in the company of several young boys wearing weird clothing. Pants that came down to mid-calf, and socks meeting their pants. Weird shoes with a heel on them. Their shirts were all off white in colour and they looked very baggy. All of their clothing, Susannah's included, looked very worn, and in need of repair.
Severus looked around and saw lots of people walking around the little square. He could see a church made of wood, and not stone, and several other buildings made of wood aswell. Severus continued looking around untill someone bumped into him.
"Watch were you're going," the person said and continued on their way.
Severus watched the man walk towards the church, carrying a barrel of something unknown.
'How did I feel that?' Severus asked himself. He pinched his left arm and jumped.
"If I felt that I'm awake," Severussaid aloud.
"Of course you're awake. You wouldn't be out here in your clothing if you were alseep now would you?" a sweet voice asked from behind him. He turned to see Susannah, the girl from his dream, smiling at him and not in the company of the boys that he had seen her with eairler.
"I'm Susannah Snape. My family moved here before I was born, to start a new life away from England," Susannah said eyeing Severus.
"You must be new to the village, for I have never seen you before," she continued.
"Welcome to St. Thomas Village, Massachusetts," she finished with a smile.
"I'm Severus Snape. I've come from England," he said not smiling. He looked down at the clothes he was wearing and found that he was wearing the same thing as the other boys in the village. The same weird pants, socks and shoes. Only his shirt was different. It looked like a jacket.
"You must be very rich to afford a doublet of such fine material," Susannah said examining the velvet fabric of his doublet.
"Do you think you are a relative of mine?" she asked after she finished examining his clothing.
"The name Snape is very common in England is it not?" she asked. Severus' head swam with her questions.
'Snape is only common if you are not a muggle.' Severus thought as she looked at his hair.
Soon there were people gathered around him. Susannah had yelled to her friends that there was a new person in the village and the crowd of people had grown.
"Father! Mother!" Susannah called to a couple making their way to see what the fuss was.
"This boy says he's from England, and says also that his last name is Snape," Susannah quickly told her parents as they made their was to the middle fo the crowd.
"How did you make it here from the ocean?" someone asked to his left.
"Where is the rest of your clothing?" asked another person from behind him.
The questions swam around him as people asked one after another. Severus didn't hear many of them as he was busy trying to think of how he got there, and why he was wearing finer clothing then most of the villagers.
'Whats going on?' he asked himself.
'Why am I here? I've still got to be dreaming,' he thought and tried to pinch himself again.
"What year is it?" Severus asked the person next to him.
"Why it is the year 1692, sir," a small boy answered.
'1692! What?' Severus thought to himself.
'If it's 1692, then I've gone back in time.' Severus thought as he looked around, the whole village seemed to be standing around him.
Severus, are you ok?" Susannah asked.
'I feel sick,' Severus thought as his world went black.