Hey guys, I'm back! Thank you all sooooooo much for those supportive e-
mails, they gave me a lot more confidence for the trip. Which was
fantastic, by the way, so no worries there. Aren't Irish licensing laws
wonderful?
Anyway, the song ain't mine, it belongs to the God of Original Music, Mr David Bowie, and therefore, much as I would like to, I can't claim the credit for it. (Darn!)
Again, as for the characters, if you don't know whose they are by now, go to the first chapter and read the disclaimer there, for goodness' sake! I can't be writing this silly thing every chapter, you know!
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll continue . . .
*~*~*
When I Live My Dream
When I live my dream I'll take you with me
Riding on a golden horse
We'll live within my castle, with people there to serve you
Happy at the sound of your voice
Quidditch. How I hate this game. Still, my House insists that I come to every match, even the ones they don't play. And it's snowing. Wonderful.
As always, I am in the perfect position to watch my love as she interacts with her friends. For someone who spends so much time in the library, she does have a great deal of friends. They probably only spend time with her so they can pass their homework assignments without much work.
Baby, I'll slay a dragon for you
Or banish wicked giants from the land
She looks perfectly in her element, wrapped up against the cold so only her face is visible. I catch myself quickly as I begin to sigh, it would not do to be caught staring. I glance around my fellow Professors, and notice the old fool Dumbledore is grinning at me. I scowl and look away. Trust him to guess what's going on.
But you will find that nothing in my dream can hurt you
We will only love each other as forever
When I live my dream
I look back over at her, and see the little minx is frowning at me in puzzlement. I realise I'm still scowling and stifle an inward groan. Instead of relaxing my features, I deepen the scowl, just to show her that I'm still unchanged. How I wish I didn't have to do this. She must know how I hate hurting her.
As my scowl reaches her, she smiles at me, and I feel all the defences I have put up against her melt. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I long to return the smile. I bask in the warmth of her supposed affection. But she has turned away, and I am left in the cold stark contours of my own heart and mind, where affection is just an idea, never to be offered to me.
When I live my dream, I'll forgive the things you've told me
And the empty man you left behind
I have begun to dream about her, her deep cinnamon eyes, her long chestnut hair. In my dreams, I am never her most hated Professor, but a well-known and trusted friend. She comes to me for advice and guidance, and I can give it with a light heart and a smile. Then, as she turns to leave, I drop a light kiss on her forehead. Always in my dreams, she blushes and leaves, it never goes any further. I wake feeling refreshed, and happier than I have been in a long while.
It's a broken heart that dreams
It's a broken heart you left me
Only love can live in my dream
It would appear that the Seekers have found the Snitch. The students have become infinitely noisier. Even McGonagall is jumping up and down, shouting at Potter to get the Snitch. A commotion on the Gryffindor stand catches my eye.
Longbottom again. He has leant too far out, and is now hanging, by his ankles, fifty feet above the pitch. Two of the Gryffindor boys are holding him. Hermione, my Hermione, she has gone pale. I feel my stomach lurch. She is frightened for him, and I will not have her frightened unnecessarily. I mutter a quick levitation spell, and set the bumbling idiot back on his feet, slipping my wand back into my robes before anyone notices.
I'll wish, and the thunderclouds will vanish
Wish, and the storm will fade away
Wish again, and you will stand before me
While the sky will paint an overture
And trees will play the rhythm of my dream
She saw me. As she raises a hand in salute, I feel torn. I want to acknowledge the act to gain her respect, but if I do, I will have taken credit for something I didn't really want to do. I nod quickly, and return my attention to the game. From the corner of my eye, I see her smile secretively. What is she up to?
When I live my dream, please be there to meet me
Let me be the one to understand
When I live my dream, I'll forget the hurt you gave me
Then we can live in our new land
Well, surprise, surprise. Potter got the Snitch. Is that exciting? The irritating child is flying around, holding it aloft like some trophy to be proud of. I feel my gaze drawn again to the Gryffindor stand, where Hermione, my love, is leaping up and down, and cheering as loudly as she can. Her whole face has lit up with joy, her eyes shining with pride for her friend, and I suddenly feel ashamed of myself. Of course it is something to be proud of, they know nothing of the world outside Hogwarts. They don't know the dangers they will have to overcome in the first years they spend alone. How will my heart's desire cope with the rigours of the wizarding world?
Till the day my dream cascades around me
I'm content to let you pass me by
Till that day you'll run to many other men
But let them know it's just for now
As we rise to leave the ground, a sharp pain shoots through my arm, making me fall heavily back onto the bench. My left arm. Dumbledore and McGonagall are at my side in an instant, lifting me between them, and supporting me as we make our way back to the school. The students are all around us, and I force my features from a grimace of pain into a snarl, directed at anyone who tries to look closer. Please, I pray, not now. Not so soon.
Tell them I've got a dream
And tell them you're the starring role
Tell them I'm a dreaming sort of guy
And I'm going to make my dream
As we slip into Dumbledore's office, I chance to look down the corridor, and there she is. Her eyes are full of tears and her face as white as a sheet. Whatever is the matter with her? McGonagall sees her and goes over, asking the girl what her business here is. I strain to hear.
'Please, Professor,' - she sounds so afraid, I want to hold her in my arms until the fright goes away - 'will Professor Snape be all right?'
Stunned, I turn away, blocking out Mcgonagall's answer. She is worried about me? Oh, my love, if only you knew what strength you have just given me. I feel that I could face anything now, secure in the knowledge that even just one person cares what happens to me. And it is you, my love, my Hermione.
McGonagall assures her that I will be fine and walks back to me. As Hermione turns the corner, she looks back at me, and slowly a hesitant smile comes to her lips. She is trying to give me hope.
Tell them I will live my dream
Tell them they can laugh at me
But, my heart, I already have the hope I need. The hope that you will come to see me as a friend, a trusted companion. That we will share our thoughts as equals. Just like my dream. For I would be content with that. Just knowing that you were unafraid to speak to me, to tell me your deepest thoughts would make me a very happy man. Another wave of pain sweeps over me, and I fall into darkness.
But don't forget your date with me
When I live my dream
Anyway, the song ain't mine, it belongs to the God of Original Music, Mr David Bowie, and therefore, much as I would like to, I can't claim the credit for it. (Darn!)
Again, as for the characters, if you don't know whose they are by now, go to the first chapter and read the disclaimer there, for goodness' sake! I can't be writing this silly thing every chapter, you know!
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll continue . . .
*~*~*
When I Live My Dream
When I live my dream I'll take you with me
Riding on a golden horse
We'll live within my castle, with people there to serve you
Happy at the sound of your voice
Quidditch. How I hate this game. Still, my House insists that I come to every match, even the ones they don't play. And it's snowing. Wonderful.
As always, I am in the perfect position to watch my love as she interacts with her friends. For someone who spends so much time in the library, she does have a great deal of friends. They probably only spend time with her so they can pass their homework assignments without much work.
Baby, I'll slay a dragon for you
Or banish wicked giants from the land
She looks perfectly in her element, wrapped up against the cold so only her face is visible. I catch myself quickly as I begin to sigh, it would not do to be caught staring. I glance around my fellow Professors, and notice the old fool Dumbledore is grinning at me. I scowl and look away. Trust him to guess what's going on.
But you will find that nothing in my dream can hurt you
We will only love each other as forever
When I live my dream
I look back over at her, and see the little minx is frowning at me in puzzlement. I realise I'm still scowling and stifle an inward groan. Instead of relaxing my features, I deepen the scowl, just to show her that I'm still unchanged. How I wish I didn't have to do this. She must know how I hate hurting her.
As my scowl reaches her, she smiles at me, and I feel all the defences I have put up against her melt. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I long to return the smile. I bask in the warmth of her supposed affection. But she has turned away, and I am left in the cold stark contours of my own heart and mind, where affection is just an idea, never to be offered to me.
When I live my dream, I'll forgive the things you've told me
And the empty man you left behind
I have begun to dream about her, her deep cinnamon eyes, her long chestnut hair. In my dreams, I am never her most hated Professor, but a well-known and trusted friend. She comes to me for advice and guidance, and I can give it with a light heart and a smile. Then, as she turns to leave, I drop a light kiss on her forehead. Always in my dreams, she blushes and leaves, it never goes any further. I wake feeling refreshed, and happier than I have been in a long while.
It's a broken heart that dreams
It's a broken heart you left me
Only love can live in my dream
It would appear that the Seekers have found the Snitch. The students have become infinitely noisier. Even McGonagall is jumping up and down, shouting at Potter to get the Snitch. A commotion on the Gryffindor stand catches my eye.
Longbottom again. He has leant too far out, and is now hanging, by his ankles, fifty feet above the pitch. Two of the Gryffindor boys are holding him. Hermione, my Hermione, she has gone pale. I feel my stomach lurch. She is frightened for him, and I will not have her frightened unnecessarily. I mutter a quick levitation spell, and set the bumbling idiot back on his feet, slipping my wand back into my robes before anyone notices.
I'll wish, and the thunderclouds will vanish
Wish, and the storm will fade away
Wish again, and you will stand before me
While the sky will paint an overture
And trees will play the rhythm of my dream
She saw me. As she raises a hand in salute, I feel torn. I want to acknowledge the act to gain her respect, but if I do, I will have taken credit for something I didn't really want to do. I nod quickly, and return my attention to the game. From the corner of my eye, I see her smile secretively. What is she up to?
When I live my dream, please be there to meet me
Let me be the one to understand
When I live my dream, I'll forget the hurt you gave me
Then we can live in our new land
Well, surprise, surprise. Potter got the Snitch. Is that exciting? The irritating child is flying around, holding it aloft like some trophy to be proud of. I feel my gaze drawn again to the Gryffindor stand, where Hermione, my love, is leaping up and down, and cheering as loudly as she can. Her whole face has lit up with joy, her eyes shining with pride for her friend, and I suddenly feel ashamed of myself. Of course it is something to be proud of, they know nothing of the world outside Hogwarts. They don't know the dangers they will have to overcome in the first years they spend alone. How will my heart's desire cope with the rigours of the wizarding world?
Till the day my dream cascades around me
I'm content to let you pass me by
Till that day you'll run to many other men
But let them know it's just for now
As we rise to leave the ground, a sharp pain shoots through my arm, making me fall heavily back onto the bench. My left arm. Dumbledore and McGonagall are at my side in an instant, lifting me between them, and supporting me as we make our way back to the school. The students are all around us, and I force my features from a grimace of pain into a snarl, directed at anyone who tries to look closer. Please, I pray, not now. Not so soon.
Tell them I've got a dream
And tell them you're the starring role
Tell them I'm a dreaming sort of guy
And I'm going to make my dream
As we slip into Dumbledore's office, I chance to look down the corridor, and there she is. Her eyes are full of tears and her face as white as a sheet. Whatever is the matter with her? McGonagall sees her and goes over, asking the girl what her business here is. I strain to hear.
'Please, Professor,' - she sounds so afraid, I want to hold her in my arms until the fright goes away - 'will Professor Snape be all right?'
Stunned, I turn away, blocking out Mcgonagall's answer. She is worried about me? Oh, my love, if only you knew what strength you have just given me. I feel that I could face anything now, secure in the knowledge that even just one person cares what happens to me. And it is you, my love, my Hermione.
McGonagall assures her that I will be fine and walks back to me. As Hermione turns the corner, she looks back at me, and slowly a hesitant smile comes to her lips. She is trying to give me hope.
Tell them I will live my dream
Tell them they can laugh at me
But, my heart, I already have the hope I need. The hope that you will come to see me as a friend, a trusted companion. That we will share our thoughts as equals. Just like my dream. For I would be content with that. Just knowing that you were unafraid to speak to me, to tell me your deepest thoughts would make me a very happy man. Another wave of pain sweeps over me, and I fall into darkness.
But don't forget your date with me
When I live my dream