Chapter 25- Come Back To Me
I loved her like the leaves
The lush leaves of spring
That weigh the branches of the willows,
Standing on the jutting bank.
Where we two walked together,
My life is built on her,
To the wide fields where the heat haze shimmers,
Hidden in a white cloud,
White and white mulberry scarf,
She soars like the morning bird,
I pine, yet I have no way to meet her,
The one I love, men say,
Is in the hills of Hagai,
So I labor my way there,
Smashing rock-roots in my path,
Yet get no joy from it,
For, as I knew her in my life,
I find not the dimmest trace.
-I Loved Her Like the Leaves
Where am I? , She thought desperately as a wave of illumination overtook her. I know very well that I should be dead, yet is this where I shall be? Aletta felt buzzed, yet so attentive at the same time. She didn't want to go, she wanted to stay with Severus. How could the heavens be so cruel and take her away from the only man she wished to possess? A beam of whiter light flashed before her and she found herself standing on a bright path in a sunny day, the flowers surrounding her, filling her senses. Confused, she ran as fast as she could down the path, up and over hills.
She approached a hilltop, and gazed over into a beautiful lake, her family swimming and telling her to jump in and enjoy the cool waters. Her great uncle Albus sat on the edge of the lake, conversing with her grandfather, his brother, who had passed on year ago. Victor Dumbledore turned toward Aletta, gave her a smile and waved her down. She had missed her grandfather deeply and would have liked nothing else but jump in and swim over to talk to him. He was such a noble old man, like his brother, and she loved him dearly.
Aletta gazed around and saw her grandmother, sitting and chatting with her mother under a huge sun umbrella, sipping glasses of iced tea. They too turned to her and waved her down. Aletta smiled and laughed happily as she waved back, wanting to dearly to join them, but then heard a rustle of leaves behind her.
She pivoted to glance behind her and saw dark figure standing gallantly at the end of the path, staring at her with his passionate, embracing, ebony eyes. She then realized it was the man from the dreams that she had encountered in almost every night in the past. She was so sure that the man was Severus, she knew it since the first time she laid her eyes upon the professor. But something in the back of her mind told her that if it was Severus, than why was she sadly taken away from his side. The urge to run toward the man was so great, that she felt tears coming to her eyes. Aletta was torn from the confusion. She wanted to be with her family in that beautiful place below her, but something so strong inside her was pressing her toward the enigmatic man. Before she could turn to gaze back at the lake, the man in the black robes started toward her. Aletta amazingly felt not fear, but pure happiness. The man stood in front of her and took both of her hands in his strong, graceful ones. He leaned in and kissed her gently, lingering his soft lips upon hers for a moment, and then pulled away. Aletta's heart burst with song and splendor when he did this, and she reached out to push his hood back to reveal the face of this zealous man. But before she could touch the fine material, his hand quickly grabbed hers and brought it back to her side.
"If you want me," he said passionately in a deep, ardent voice. "You must choose me, and not go to your family. You must give up that happy life you see down there, to be with me."
Aletta gasped him and another tear escaped her eye. She gazed down to the path, realizing she was in an insipid white dress.
"But know this," he said deeply and he brought her hands up to his chest and squeezed them. "For all of my life, I will love you and protect you. I may be a sarcastic bastard sometimes, but it cannot and will not overcome the desire I have to be with you and to care for you."
Aletta looked back into his loving, black eyes, and knew that she did not need to see his face. Everything that was presented within his eyes, his heart and essence, was all she needed to see to know that he was the man she had always loved. The mysterious, passionate, intellectual man . . . Severus Snape.
"I choose you," she said truly with all her heart.
She saw him smile and lift his hands to his hood, "Then come back to me, love," and with that, he flipped his hood over his head.
* * * * *
Air fulfilled Aletta's lungs in a sharp gasp, and her eyes widened in shock as she breathed in quick pants. The figure of Severus, head in hands, was the first thing that appeared to Aletta's eyes. Her noisy, rasp of air brought Severus senses back, and his eyes were wide in wonder as he stared at the woman who had been brought back to life before him. Aletta sat herself up slowly and looked at Severus in amazement, and he too looked at her with as much. After the initial shock wore off, Aletta gave a small breathless laugh of glee and she realized she was alive. She looked at her injured arm and saw that the wound had been scarred over.
"Aletta?" his deep, amazed voice said uncertainly next to her.
She turned to his gaze and threw herself upon him. She kissed his face and lips ardently as tears of happiness rolled down her face.
"Oh, Merlin! You saved me, Severus!" she cried in joy as he started to return her euphoria.
Severus' brow furrowed as he started to sit up with her atop his lap. He pushed her away slightly to avoid her blissful kisses. "But I didn't do anything."
Aletta didn't seem to be concerned about this because she knew that he somehow, miraculously did indeed save her. "Oh, yes you did! And I love you even more for it if that's even possible!"
She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him as hard as she could. This man elated her in so many ways.
"But I don't understand," he muffled into her shirt as he clung onto her too. "I knew that I wouldn't have been able to save you with a potion. The ingredients aren't even all here. So if I didn't do anything, than how did this phenomenon happen?"
Aletta grasped him even harder and said, "Oh, you did save me. So much!"
She pulled away and explained her whole dream sequence with him and he seemed more confused by the second. When she finished, she still saw the mild confusion on his face. The power of love was a whole new magic to him.
"Don't you see? If that man weren't you, I would have picked my family, which would have resulted in my final death! That was my heaven that I was gazing into. And you, you were my savior."
Aletta gazed at him breathlessly as she still gasped for air, the happiness overwhelming her. "Your love for me was strong enough to bring a magic that had brought me back to life, back to you."
She said this very softly and quietly, her eyes full of emotion. Severus looked away from her and leaned his head against her chest and he sighed out with relief.
"I though you were gone," he whispered gently. "And I would have not lived longer than tomorrow if you had not come back to me."
Aletta wound her arms around him, pressed him closer to her and started to amuse herself with his silky, black hair.
"I love you, you know?" she heard herself say again, yet she wasn't bothered about saying it now. It came out so freely, willingly.
Severus brought his face from her chest and gazed up at her, "Yes. And I hope that you are aware of my feelings, as well?"
So much like Severus, she thought.
Aletta smiled down at him and answered, "Of course."
He is more than a hero
He is a god in my eyes-
The man who is allowed
To sit beside you-he
Who listens intimately
To the sweet murmur of
Your voice, the enticing
Laughter that makes my own
Heart beat fast. If I meet
You suddenly, I can't
Speak-my tongue is broken;
A thin flame runs under
My skin; seeing nothing,
Hearing only my own ears
Drumming, I drip with sweat;
Trembling shakes my body
And I turn paler than
Dry grass. At such times
Death isn't far from me
-He Is More Than A Hero
NOT THE END! Just one more chapter! It think . . . I'm sorry this chapter is so short.
I loved her like the leaves
The lush leaves of spring
That weigh the branches of the willows,
Standing on the jutting bank.
Where we two walked together,
My life is built on her,
To the wide fields where the heat haze shimmers,
Hidden in a white cloud,
White and white mulberry scarf,
She soars like the morning bird,
I pine, yet I have no way to meet her,
The one I love, men say,
Is in the hills of Hagai,
So I labor my way there,
Smashing rock-roots in my path,
Yet get no joy from it,
For, as I knew her in my life,
I find not the dimmest trace.
-I Loved Her Like the Leaves
Where am I? , She thought desperately as a wave of illumination overtook her. I know very well that I should be dead, yet is this where I shall be? Aletta felt buzzed, yet so attentive at the same time. She didn't want to go, she wanted to stay with Severus. How could the heavens be so cruel and take her away from the only man she wished to possess? A beam of whiter light flashed before her and she found herself standing on a bright path in a sunny day, the flowers surrounding her, filling her senses. Confused, she ran as fast as she could down the path, up and over hills.
She approached a hilltop, and gazed over into a beautiful lake, her family swimming and telling her to jump in and enjoy the cool waters. Her great uncle Albus sat on the edge of the lake, conversing with her grandfather, his brother, who had passed on year ago. Victor Dumbledore turned toward Aletta, gave her a smile and waved her down. She had missed her grandfather deeply and would have liked nothing else but jump in and swim over to talk to him. He was such a noble old man, like his brother, and she loved him dearly.
Aletta gazed around and saw her grandmother, sitting and chatting with her mother under a huge sun umbrella, sipping glasses of iced tea. They too turned to her and waved her down. Aletta smiled and laughed happily as she waved back, wanting to dearly to join them, but then heard a rustle of leaves behind her.
She pivoted to glance behind her and saw dark figure standing gallantly at the end of the path, staring at her with his passionate, embracing, ebony eyes. She then realized it was the man from the dreams that she had encountered in almost every night in the past. She was so sure that the man was Severus, she knew it since the first time she laid her eyes upon the professor. But something in the back of her mind told her that if it was Severus, than why was she sadly taken away from his side. The urge to run toward the man was so great, that she felt tears coming to her eyes. Aletta was torn from the confusion. She wanted to be with her family in that beautiful place below her, but something so strong inside her was pressing her toward the enigmatic man. Before she could turn to gaze back at the lake, the man in the black robes started toward her. Aletta amazingly felt not fear, but pure happiness. The man stood in front of her and took both of her hands in his strong, graceful ones. He leaned in and kissed her gently, lingering his soft lips upon hers for a moment, and then pulled away. Aletta's heart burst with song and splendor when he did this, and she reached out to push his hood back to reveal the face of this zealous man. But before she could touch the fine material, his hand quickly grabbed hers and brought it back to her side.
"If you want me," he said passionately in a deep, ardent voice. "You must choose me, and not go to your family. You must give up that happy life you see down there, to be with me."
Aletta gasped him and another tear escaped her eye. She gazed down to the path, realizing she was in an insipid white dress.
"But know this," he said deeply and he brought her hands up to his chest and squeezed them. "For all of my life, I will love you and protect you. I may be a sarcastic bastard sometimes, but it cannot and will not overcome the desire I have to be with you and to care for you."
Aletta looked back into his loving, black eyes, and knew that she did not need to see his face. Everything that was presented within his eyes, his heart and essence, was all she needed to see to know that he was the man she had always loved. The mysterious, passionate, intellectual man . . . Severus Snape.
"I choose you," she said truly with all her heart.
She saw him smile and lift his hands to his hood, "Then come back to me, love," and with that, he flipped his hood over his head.
* * * * *
Air fulfilled Aletta's lungs in a sharp gasp, and her eyes widened in shock as she breathed in quick pants. The figure of Severus, head in hands, was the first thing that appeared to Aletta's eyes. Her noisy, rasp of air brought Severus senses back, and his eyes were wide in wonder as he stared at the woman who had been brought back to life before him. Aletta sat herself up slowly and looked at Severus in amazement, and he too looked at her with as much. After the initial shock wore off, Aletta gave a small breathless laugh of glee and she realized she was alive. She looked at her injured arm and saw that the wound had been scarred over.
"Aletta?" his deep, amazed voice said uncertainly next to her.
She turned to his gaze and threw herself upon him. She kissed his face and lips ardently as tears of happiness rolled down her face.
"Oh, Merlin! You saved me, Severus!" she cried in joy as he started to return her euphoria.
Severus' brow furrowed as he started to sit up with her atop his lap. He pushed her away slightly to avoid her blissful kisses. "But I didn't do anything."
Aletta didn't seem to be concerned about this because she knew that he somehow, miraculously did indeed save her. "Oh, yes you did! And I love you even more for it if that's even possible!"
She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him as hard as she could. This man elated her in so many ways.
"But I don't understand," he muffled into her shirt as he clung onto her too. "I knew that I wouldn't have been able to save you with a potion. The ingredients aren't even all here. So if I didn't do anything, than how did this phenomenon happen?"
Aletta grasped him even harder and said, "Oh, you did save me. So much!"
She pulled away and explained her whole dream sequence with him and he seemed more confused by the second. When she finished, she still saw the mild confusion on his face. The power of love was a whole new magic to him.
"Don't you see? If that man weren't you, I would have picked my family, which would have resulted in my final death! That was my heaven that I was gazing into. And you, you were my savior."
Aletta gazed at him breathlessly as she still gasped for air, the happiness overwhelming her. "Your love for me was strong enough to bring a magic that had brought me back to life, back to you."
She said this very softly and quietly, her eyes full of emotion. Severus looked away from her and leaned his head against her chest and he sighed out with relief.
"I though you were gone," he whispered gently. "And I would have not lived longer than tomorrow if you had not come back to me."
Aletta wound her arms around him, pressed him closer to her and started to amuse herself with his silky, black hair.
"I love you, you know?" she heard herself say again, yet she wasn't bothered about saying it now. It came out so freely, willingly.
Severus brought his face from her chest and gazed up at her, "Yes. And I hope that you are aware of my feelings, as well?"
So much like Severus, she thought.
Aletta smiled down at him and answered, "Of course."
He is more than a hero
He is a god in my eyes-
The man who is allowed
To sit beside you-he
Who listens intimately
To the sweet murmur of
Your voice, the enticing
Laughter that makes my own
Heart beat fast. If I meet
You suddenly, I can't
Speak-my tongue is broken;
A thin flame runs under
My skin; seeing nothing,
Hearing only my own ears
Drumming, I drip with sweat;
Trembling shakes my body
And I turn paler than
Dry grass. At such times
Death isn't far from me
-He Is More Than A Hero
NOT THE END! Just one more chapter! It think . . . I'm sorry this chapter is so short.
