* ~ The Burn ~ * Chapter 3
"NO!!!" Severus woke up in a silent scream, with his mouth open wide. He was in a cold sweat and he heart was beating rapidly. However, who could blame him with the nightmare he had had. He tried to recall it, however painful it would be, for the sake of Master, who had come to realize Severus' dreams were not petty random sequences to be dismissed quickly, as of late. He put his finger into his pensive (A/N spelled right?) and closed his eyes.
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He was running through a forest, something was following him. A force kept trying to hold him from running; it cajoled him and coaxed him into thinking everything was alright, that he didn't have to run anymore. And then, another voice called out, that the first was lying, never to turn back, that he was too far gone into the woods. As Severus turned around and around, trying to find the source of these voices, another resounded through the trees. But this voice, it was so unlike the others! It was sweet as a bird and told him to do what his heart told him.he was just about to decide that what his heart wanted was to sing with it, when the singing turned into screams getting higher and louder by the second, Severus was confused and angry, and tried to see who was destroying the song, but all he saw was the sky light up green with one last of the voice's screams. Then Severus woke up.
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"Oh no," Severus murmured. He wasn't stupid. He knew what this dream meant, especially since he had had it many nights before, although the song wasn't there to save him then. He couldn't show this to Master! Master would surely kill him! Severus glanced around and made sure he wasn't being watched, before erasing the memory from his pensive.
After this action, he stretched and got up from the armchair he was in, and peered over at the sleeping girl on his bed. She looked so peaceful. she had no idea what she had gotten herself into! She had no knowledge of the painful feeling of the Cruciatus Curse, or the nervousness of going to a Deatheater meeting and hoping to pass inspection, or the guilt that EVERYONE feels, no matter how heartless they are, after killing an innocent. He sighed, and gently prodded Hermione to wake her up. They had a lot of training to do before her first Deatheater meeting. At his touch, Hermione squirmed and curled up into a ball. She seemed half awake, but when she spoke, it was to say, "Five more minutes Mum! Please." He didn't seem surprised. He had seen it before. After initiation, everyone got delirious and drifted back to the childhood they were finally leaving. He was told that he had cried for his teddy bear. Then Hermione opened her mouth again. She paused, and Severus watched her expectantly. Then she started to sing. Severus' eyes grew wide and he drew back. Her voice was as sweet as a bird's.
"NO!!!" Severus woke up in a silent scream, with his mouth open wide. He was in a cold sweat and he heart was beating rapidly. However, who could blame him with the nightmare he had had. He tried to recall it, however painful it would be, for the sake of Master, who had come to realize Severus' dreams were not petty random sequences to be dismissed quickly, as of late. He put his finger into his pensive (A/N spelled right?) and closed his eyes.
*** *** ***
He was running through a forest, something was following him. A force kept trying to hold him from running; it cajoled him and coaxed him into thinking everything was alright, that he didn't have to run anymore. And then, another voice called out, that the first was lying, never to turn back, that he was too far gone into the woods. As Severus turned around and around, trying to find the source of these voices, another resounded through the trees. But this voice, it was so unlike the others! It was sweet as a bird and told him to do what his heart told him.he was just about to decide that what his heart wanted was to sing with it, when the singing turned into screams getting higher and louder by the second, Severus was confused and angry, and tried to see who was destroying the song, but all he saw was the sky light up green with one last of the voice's screams. Then Severus woke up.
*** *** ***
"Oh no," Severus murmured. He wasn't stupid. He knew what this dream meant, especially since he had had it many nights before, although the song wasn't there to save him then. He couldn't show this to Master! Master would surely kill him! Severus glanced around and made sure he wasn't being watched, before erasing the memory from his pensive.
After this action, he stretched and got up from the armchair he was in, and peered over at the sleeping girl on his bed. She looked so peaceful. she had no idea what she had gotten herself into! She had no knowledge of the painful feeling of the Cruciatus Curse, or the nervousness of going to a Deatheater meeting and hoping to pass inspection, or the guilt that EVERYONE feels, no matter how heartless they are, after killing an innocent. He sighed, and gently prodded Hermione to wake her up. They had a lot of training to do before her first Deatheater meeting. At his touch, Hermione squirmed and curled up into a ball. She seemed half awake, but when she spoke, it was to say, "Five more minutes Mum! Please." He didn't seem surprised. He had seen it before. After initiation, everyone got delirious and drifted back to the childhood they were finally leaving. He was told that he had cried for his teddy bear. Then Hermione opened her mouth again. She paused, and Severus watched her expectantly. Then she started to sing. Severus' eyes grew wide and he drew back. Her voice was as sweet as a bird's.