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Note: Once again, thank you to all the wonderful reviewers. I guess only Angel and I are reading this fic. Oh well

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Shrine To Dreamtime

Chapter Five: You Think That's Air You're Breathing?

Tender feet crept through the dank stone hallway, tiptoeing to the door, and shyly bristling through the slender wooden door into the comfortable carpeted room.

"You c-called, my L-Lord?"

"Yes, Wormtail. Has he arrived, yet?"

"Yes-s, my Lord. He is waiting to attend your wishes."

"When will he be ready?"


"Next week, my Lord, the plan begins."

"Excellent." Red eyes glinted in the darkness.

"S-shall I show him in?" Scuffling of nervous feet filled the silence.

"Yes. Bring him in, Wormtail. And milk Nagini. I will need my energy for tonight."

"Yes, my Lord." More scuffling and the closing of a door.

Lord Voldemort, facing the mauve shimmer in the candle flame, hypnotized by the hidden darkness amidst a bright flame, grinned to himself, only waking from his trance at the sharp rapping on the door.

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"Come in Severus."

A door slid open to reveal Severus Snape in elegant midnight robes, face alit with the shining mist hovering above the goblet in his hands. With a sweep of a robe, he swooped into the room gracefully landing before a shabby desk at which the old, shabby Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher now sat, tawny streaked silver-grey hair creeping into his face giving him a wolfish appearance.

"You should drink that immediately, Lupin."

Yellow tinged hazel eyes glanced up as Remus Lupin removed the spectacles from the tip of his nose. "Won't you have a seat, Severus, and relax a bit before the students arrive." He gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

Snape paused deciding whether to remain in the presence of a werewolf or not and finally, gracefully, descended into the opposite chair, visibly relaxing for the first time in years.

"You look dreadfully exhausted, Lupin."

Remus let out a loud bark, "Oh how surprising! With all the beauty sleep I've been getting lately, I should look nothing short of stunningly beautiful!"

Snape stared at Lupin who had just delivered in his almost Black-like response. "That was most uncharacteristic of you, Lupin. I never knew you used sarcasm let alone understood what it meant."

Remus grinned wolfishly, "I guess you're rubbing off on me, eh Severus?" A perfectly lined ebony eyebrow arched, marking the pale forehead. Lupin continued, "Or maybe it's because you just never took the time to get to know me."

Snape glared, "If I had taken any more time to get to know you back in school, I would have had your dirty yellow claws embedded in my chest."

Lupin retorted, "I see that you, at least, took the time to carefully observe my claws even if you ignored my gorgeous wolfish appearance. Perhaps you could help me file them down, some day." Rolling his eyes, he lifted his hand to the level of his head and appeared to appraise his fingernails.

Silence filled the room and Remus let out a breath, dropped his head, and slouched in exhaustion, "Can't we forget this, Severus? We are both much more mature and fighting on the same side as well. Can't we forget old school boy rivalries?"

"You cannot forget as long as the past exists. You, especially, should understand that, Lupin." With that, Severus swept out of the room and down the hallway to the Great Hall in a billow of black robes.


Lupin paused before getting up and following him. He caught up with Severus just before he reached the Great Hall and placed his hand on Severus' thin, clothed arm. Snape visibly flinched. "It's getting clearer, isn't it, Severus? Something's going to happen. Am I right?"

Snape stopped dead, turned his head and fixed Remus with a blank stare.

"Am I right?" Lupin whispered again. Snape just turned around and burst into the Great Hall, Remus after him, just in time to halt Draco Malfoy's possible demise.

"Well, well, well. Mr. Weasely, fighting already? Tsk, tsk. Let me see, detention for two weeks and 100 points from Gryffindor. Oh Mr. Weasley, you should have thought of Gryffindor before attacking Mr. Malfoy. I don't really think your house could afford to begin with a negative amount of points." Ron's mouth dropped, "Hospital Wing this instant Malfoy! We can't have Slytherin blood spilling all over the floor now can we?" He grinned maliciously at Malfoy, then at Lupin and swept off to the Head table.

"B-b-but…Professor!" Ron now turned for help to Lupin, who, to the utter shock of all involved parties, said, "No 'buts', Ron. You should not have been fighting. You are a fifth year student, now, and I expect much better from you. You could have seriously injured another student." Ron turned a bright shade of red going on plum and abruptly turned away, Hermione hurrying after him. Malfoy paused before leaving, turned to Lupin and said, "Granger helped me when I was hurt. She should be awarded."

It was Remus' turn to be surprised, but he smiled and said, "Well, then, how about 50 points for Gryffindor, and you better get to the hospital wing now, Mr. Malfoy."

Sighing, Draco made his way to see Madame Pomfrey. 'What a day', he thought, 'I find help in the most ridiculous of all places, and get my beautiful face bashed in for it. Ha ha, at least Weasley got what he deserved. I hope Professor Snape lets me have a say in his detentions.'

He felt exhausted and his body was throbbing all over. Before he realized it, he was at the hospital wing. Draco pushed open the door and entered the silent room. Suddenly, he paused.

In the next bed under the blankets was a quivering lump. Draco silently edged forward and the lump began to shake more and more as if sensing another presence invading its personal bubble of comfort.


Draco, standing by the bedside, looked down on the shaking form and reached out his hand. His fingers connected with electricity as the form spun around as if stabbed from behind. And Draco was enveloped in a glistening jungle of emerald orbs.

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Author's Note: Now that I've finally got more plot shtuff out of the way, I would like to ask you all again if I should my own character to the story and if yes, then what do you think their role should be?

I'm really not sure if I should continue this story because a) I can't write very well, b) I'm not sure what will happen and c) Did I mention I don't write very well? Should I continue? And if so, where would you like to see this story go? Read and Review. Thanx.