A/N: Yeah, so... Sorry this chapter is short. Um.. I wanted to get something out to you. So deal until I write the next chapter. I'm making this up as I go along, so um yeah. Cheez Whiz and Monkey Sauce! EnJoY!
Chapter 2: Madness, Nightmares, and Getting Big
Severus jolted forward into a sitting position from his sleep, a cold sweat on his brow. He had had the nightmare again. Lily... He had been with her, finally. They were in his classroom, they were talking softly to one another, looking into each other's eyes. He had leaned in to steal a kiss, and then... And then it had turned into that Weasely girl! It was the girl in his fourth year potions class, Virginia. Virginia Weasely. They were in a different room now, and there she was chained to the wall staring at him with such hatred, that the very thought of that look now chilled his bones to the marrow. She struggled. He persisted. She said no. He took away an innocence. An innocence that could never be returned. 'Oh God,' he thought,'Oh God... I'm a pedophile. But...' Something about the nightmare had been so real, but he couldn't remember and he couldn't remember and the ominous wave of truth washed over him again and again and again until he realized, it *was* true. It was all *REAL*. "I've gone -mad-," he said aloud to the cool blackness of his night-enveloped bedroom.
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Ginny awoke to the soft stream of sunlight pouring in through her window. She knew that it had been real, but she also knew that she would very possibly make it. She felt a stirring inside of her. 'The baby,' she thought, but this time with excitement. 'I can't wait to tell Harry,' she thought as she got up out of bed and got dressed. Her good mood didn't last very long, however, when she went down into the Common Room to find that conversation stopped as soon as she entered. She looked about at everyone to find that Ron wasn't there, and that Harry and Hermione were sitting in the corner, the latter looking rather disgruntled. Ginny walked slowly the rest of the way down the staircase, not looking at anybody but Harry, who looked only slightly happy at her entrance.
"I..." Harry stuttered, not quite able to get the words out. Hermione just hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "Snape admitted everything. He freely told Dumbledore what he'd done. Said he didn't want to be a danger to anymore students. Nobody else knows about..." At this point, Hermione pulled away and looked at Ginny's growing stomach. Ginny, a look of shock on her face, turned to Harry and then paled.
"Where's Ron?" she asked, with such a forceful tone of voice that Harry answered immediately.
"He... um... didn't handle the news very well... and um... Well, he attacked Snape. Snape stupefied him, of course, but not before Ron whooped his arse with that slug-belching charm. They're both in the Infirmary." Ginny's face got paler, if that was even possible, and she nodded, grabbed Harry and Hermione by the hands, and dragged them out of the portrait hole, and down to the Infirmary.
Chapter 2: Madness, Nightmares, and Getting Big
Severus jolted forward into a sitting position from his sleep, a cold sweat on his brow. He had had the nightmare again. Lily... He had been with her, finally. They were in his classroom, they were talking softly to one another, looking into each other's eyes. He had leaned in to steal a kiss, and then... And then it had turned into that Weasely girl! It was the girl in his fourth year potions class, Virginia. Virginia Weasely. They were in a different room now, and there she was chained to the wall staring at him with such hatred, that the very thought of that look now chilled his bones to the marrow. She struggled. He persisted. She said no. He took away an innocence. An innocence that could never be returned. 'Oh God,' he thought,'Oh God... I'm a pedophile. But...' Something about the nightmare had been so real, but he couldn't remember and he couldn't remember and the ominous wave of truth washed over him again and again and again until he realized, it *was* true. It was all *REAL*. "I've gone -mad-," he said aloud to the cool blackness of his night-enveloped bedroom.
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Ginny awoke to the soft stream of sunlight pouring in through her window. She knew that it had been real, but she also knew that she would very possibly make it. She felt a stirring inside of her. 'The baby,' she thought, but this time with excitement. 'I can't wait to tell Harry,' she thought as she got up out of bed and got dressed. Her good mood didn't last very long, however, when she went down into the Common Room to find that conversation stopped as soon as she entered. She looked about at everyone to find that Ron wasn't there, and that Harry and Hermione were sitting in the corner, the latter looking rather disgruntled. Ginny walked slowly the rest of the way down the staircase, not looking at anybody but Harry, who looked only slightly happy at her entrance.
"I..." Harry stuttered, not quite able to get the words out. Hermione just hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "Snape admitted everything. He freely told Dumbledore what he'd done. Said he didn't want to be a danger to anymore students. Nobody else knows about..." At this point, Hermione pulled away and looked at Ginny's growing stomach. Ginny, a look of shock on her face, turned to Harry and then paled.
"Where's Ron?" she asked, with such a forceful tone of voice that Harry answered immediately.
"He... um... didn't handle the news very well... and um... Well, he attacked Snape. Snape stupefied him, of course, but not before Ron whooped his arse with that slug-belching charm. They're both in the Infirmary." Ginny's face got paler, if that was even possible, and she nodded, grabbed Harry and Hermione by the hands, and dragged them out of the portrait hole, and down to the Infirmary.