CHAPTER 8- THE DREAM
Joe was in the hospital wing, having his wounds attended to, so Laura had to wander around Hogwarts' classes alone for the next few days. During this period of time, a simpering little rat named Malfoy was following her around the school, taking every chance he could get to admire her "radiant beauty" everywhere she went.
"Listen, Mort, you little bastard. Leave me the fuck alone, OK!?" she screeched, running to avoid Mort's simpering behaviour. Mort swaggered after her, his lip curled not unlike Snape's always was. He ran after her through the brightly-lit, smart red corridor, and finally caught up with her when she had hidden in the Defence against the Dark Arts classroom.
"I.saw you and.that Joe Potter.kid," Mort said breathlessly. "Is.something.going on?" Laura, on the spur of the moment, ceased to speak and wore a look of complete horror on her face as she realised what the little brat had seen. "You saw us.by the lake." she said, lost for words. Mort nodded triumphantly. "That was just a hug." she uttered. However she already knew it was too late. Mort's face broke into a look of complete joy and he sped off at full speed toward the direction of the Slytherin common room. "Mor-Mort-MOOOORTT!" she screamed after him. Damn that bastard Mort, she thought.
Joe had pretty much recovered from the vicious caning Snape had given him, and was glimpsed at times by Laura, with his books, or heading to the toilet, or in his common-room. Sometimes she entered the Gryffindor common room secretly, but Joe never knew.
The Gryffindor common room was a cosy place. It was shaped like a square, and it had a large notice board on one wall and a very suspicious-looking bookcase on the other. Large, squashy armchairs were situated in the corners of the room, and some in the middle, around a medium-sized table. The floor was made out of stone, and was very clean and polished. Pictures of old wizarding greats hung on the noticeboard, along with the odd lesson timetable and various other notices.
Joe was collapsed in an armchair one Tuesday evening, doing his Charms homework. Laura snuck up behind him and whispered, "Boo!" Joe jumped a mile and plunged his hand into his robes for his wand. He swivelled round and aimed it right at her face, putting it down when he realised it was just her.
"What d'you think you're doin'?" he hissed, putting down his quill and staring up at her. She smiled innocently. "Comin' to find you, where else?" she said sweetly. Joe shuddered. "You'll never guess what people are saying about us!" she giggled. Joe sighed deeply. "What." he breathed. She laughed again. "They think we're an item!" she giggled. "Do they." Joe, said sarcastically. "Yeah. Isn't it silly?" she said. "I guess so," he said lazily. He went back to his homework.
Laura was in the dormitory that same night when sleep overpowered her. She staggered over to her four-poster, changed into her pyjamas and climbed into bed. She pulled the curtains around her and sank her head into the pillows.
She was all alone, in a burning wooden house. A man with long, sleek black hair and red slits for eyes was standing over a smaller, thinner woman with black hair and green eyes. Her hair flowed to her shoulders and her eyes penetrated even the thickest of gazes. She was Laura Snape's mother.
"What do you want with Laura?" the woman screamed. The man's eyes narrowed. This must be Lord Voldemort, Laura thought. She shuddered. "I believe she may be the one I am looking for." he hissed. His tone was angry, and impatient. The woman screamed, and a jet of green light issued from Voldemort's wand. The house seemed to dissolve, and around her came.Snape's office!?
What am I doing in Snape's office? She thought promptly. She was standing in front of herself, and Snape shouting at her. "This must be me." she muttered angrily. I've been such an idiot. Snape drew out the cane again, and the scene strangely fastforwarded to her getting caned on the hand. She observed Snape's face, and saw that it was not contorted with sick happiness, instead with an ugly kind of regret. She suddenly resented everything she said to him earlier.
Suddenly Joe appeared in the study, with a look of horror on his face. "Laura! Come quick! It's happened again!" The two scenes of the dream she had already been in since it started seemed to swirl together, and Joe stood in the centre, shouting, "Laura! Lauraaaaaaaa!" What can I do! WHAT CAN I DO! "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!"
Joe was in the hospital wing, having his wounds attended to, so Laura had to wander around Hogwarts' classes alone for the next few days. During this period of time, a simpering little rat named Malfoy was following her around the school, taking every chance he could get to admire her "radiant beauty" everywhere she went.
"Listen, Mort, you little bastard. Leave me the fuck alone, OK!?" she screeched, running to avoid Mort's simpering behaviour. Mort swaggered after her, his lip curled not unlike Snape's always was. He ran after her through the brightly-lit, smart red corridor, and finally caught up with her when she had hidden in the Defence against the Dark Arts classroom.
"I.saw you and.that Joe Potter.kid," Mort said breathlessly. "Is.something.going on?" Laura, on the spur of the moment, ceased to speak and wore a look of complete horror on her face as she realised what the little brat had seen. "You saw us.by the lake." she said, lost for words. Mort nodded triumphantly. "That was just a hug." she uttered. However she already knew it was too late. Mort's face broke into a look of complete joy and he sped off at full speed toward the direction of the Slytherin common room. "Mor-Mort-MOOOORTT!" she screamed after him. Damn that bastard Mort, she thought.
Joe had pretty much recovered from the vicious caning Snape had given him, and was glimpsed at times by Laura, with his books, or heading to the toilet, or in his common-room. Sometimes she entered the Gryffindor common room secretly, but Joe never knew.
The Gryffindor common room was a cosy place. It was shaped like a square, and it had a large notice board on one wall and a very suspicious-looking bookcase on the other. Large, squashy armchairs were situated in the corners of the room, and some in the middle, around a medium-sized table. The floor was made out of stone, and was very clean and polished. Pictures of old wizarding greats hung on the noticeboard, along with the odd lesson timetable and various other notices.
Joe was collapsed in an armchair one Tuesday evening, doing his Charms homework. Laura snuck up behind him and whispered, "Boo!" Joe jumped a mile and plunged his hand into his robes for his wand. He swivelled round and aimed it right at her face, putting it down when he realised it was just her.
"What d'you think you're doin'?" he hissed, putting down his quill and staring up at her. She smiled innocently. "Comin' to find you, where else?" she said sweetly. Joe shuddered. "You'll never guess what people are saying about us!" she giggled. Joe sighed deeply. "What." he breathed. She laughed again. "They think we're an item!" she giggled. "Do they." Joe, said sarcastically. "Yeah. Isn't it silly?" she said. "I guess so," he said lazily. He went back to his homework.
Laura was in the dormitory that same night when sleep overpowered her. She staggered over to her four-poster, changed into her pyjamas and climbed into bed. She pulled the curtains around her and sank her head into the pillows.
She was all alone, in a burning wooden house. A man with long, sleek black hair and red slits for eyes was standing over a smaller, thinner woman with black hair and green eyes. Her hair flowed to her shoulders and her eyes penetrated even the thickest of gazes. She was Laura Snape's mother.
"What do you want with Laura?" the woman screamed. The man's eyes narrowed. This must be Lord Voldemort, Laura thought. She shuddered. "I believe she may be the one I am looking for." he hissed. His tone was angry, and impatient. The woman screamed, and a jet of green light issued from Voldemort's wand. The house seemed to dissolve, and around her came.Snape's office!?
What am I doing in Snape's office? She thought promptly. She was standing in front of herself, and Snape shouting at her. "This must be me." she muttered angrily. I've been such an idiot. Snape drew out the cane again, and the scene strangely fastforwarded to her getting caned on the hand. She observed Snape's face, and saw that it was not contorted with sick happiness, instead with an ugly kind of regret. She suddenly resented everything she said to him earlier.
Suddenly Joe appeared in the study, with a look of horror on his face. "Laura! Come quick! It's happened again!" The two scenes of the dream she had already been in since it started seemed to swirl together, and Joe stood in the centre, shouting, "Laura! Lauraaaaaaaa!" What can I do! WHAT CAN I DO! "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!"