He awaited rather impatiently for a reply. When one came it was simple. Merely saying:

Hello. I won't do anything right now. I'll find you at the Death Eater meeting tonight. Don't worry I won't remove my mask. I promise. Meet me by the old statue of Slazzar Slytherin.

~Gwen

This comforted him a little and for the first time in years he became anxious to go to the next meeting. But when the pain sprained to life in his left arm his anxiousness disappeared quickly. He looked towards the vanishing sun. With a sigh he made his way into Hogesmead and then towards the mountains before a small pop, like a shot gun or a car backfiring, came and he was gone.

Slowly he walked towards the circle taking his place. He glanced about quickly looking for a figure that could be Gwen, though without any luck. The Dark Lord spoke, with the low drawl that he seemed to have. Filling them in on what had to be done. Two months before the Prophecy had been smashed to pieces. But then he turned to one of the figures and pointed a single long, ghostly white finger towards the person and Severus's heart sank.

"You," hissed the Lord Voldemort, "You have betrayed me for the last time! Step forwards!" The figure did so as the Dark Lord shouted a curse. A woman's scream came and she fell to her knees shaking. A few Death Eaters cheered but most disapperated without a second glance. Severus froze were he was before realizing he should have gone by now and stepping into the shadows. When Voldemort finally had decided she had been punished enough, or that he had wasted enough time on her, he shouted, "Avada Kedrava!" Emerald light surround the woman who, in an attempt to escape, has tried to rise and run. But it was no use. Once Voldemort wanted you dead that's how you ended up. Her hood flew from her head so that the only thing stopping Severus from seeing her face was the mask. She fell to the ground, head turned away from him. The Dark Lord, thinking all had left, also disappeared with a popping sound. Severus ran towards her, fear in his eyes, his heart pounding against his chest. He dropped to his knees beside her.

"Please don't be Gwen. Don't be..." but he froze in horror as he removed her mask and brushed the dark brown strands of hair from the pale face beneath. Gwen's icy blue eyes, so bright in life, were now lifeless. His hands shook as he backed away. A cold laugh came from somewhere...

Severus Snape sat straight up in his be. A dream. Well some of it. He had watched a woman being killed tonight but he did not stay to see if it was Gwen. He didn't want to know. The part of him seeing her face was only his fears. His fear she was dead. But she had never approached him at the statue. He put his head in his hands. He realized his was drenched in sweat.

"It was a dream. Just a dream. Get a grip," he hissed at himself, though even his voice shook and sounded odd to his own ears. He rose and walked towards the far wall. If only he had checked...If. If was the key word here. But term began soon. To soon in his mind, and he still had things to plan. With a sigh and a heavy heart he went back to sleep.