Title: Wishes are for Dreamers (WAD)
Author: Yih
Disclaimer: All rights are JK. Rowling except for the lyrics and the situation ^_^.
Warning: This is slash, don't read if you don't like it!
Note: I'd read the lyrics, since they are a part of the story. You won't get the first part unless you read the darn thing.
Dedication: Malakai, for inspiring this fanfic and being such an awesome person to talk to over AIM for all my lovely fanfics!
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2: Dream Come True (July 22, 2003 to July 27, 2003)
"Living in Nightmares" by Yih
When you can no longer weep
When you find no sanctuary in sleep
You know you've gone off the deep end
Believe in the futility
It will mock you for eternity
Life's like that
Weeping won't help
Sleeping does no good
All you can do is fall further down
It's a nightmare of cruelty
The demon thrives on superficiality
Living is complicated difficulty
Believe in the futility
It will mock you for eternity
Life is about complicated difficulty
It's use to absorbed cruelty
The demon thrives on superficiality
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The end of week, he would see Severus Snape face to face. It was the end of the week. He was going to see Severus Snape in a few minutes. God, he was nervous. Anxious. Anxiety-ridden. What if he made a fool of himself? He didn't want to drool, but he just might. His wet dreams were stuffed in every possible crevice with Severus' sexiness. True, the man might not appeal to all but he definitely appealed to him. That was what matter.
He drummed his fingers nervously on his thigh. He hadn't really needed to fly down Edinburgh to London, he could have driven but there'd been a plane ticket with his name on it already. So what the hell? He took the flight. It was fast; it made him wish that he'd taken a car instead. Time was moving too swiftly, and all too soon it'd be over. He wanted the minutes to creep by; he wanted to savor this time.
"Please fasten your seat belt," the flight attendant said over the loud speaker. "We are beginning our descent to Heathrow airport. If you are out of your seats, please return to your assigned seats. Thank you."
Here goes nothing. He slid his seat belt on and waited the fifteen or so minutes it would take before the plane landed firmly on the ground. Butterflies were swirling around in his stomach like mad crazy things. If the plane lurched, he didn't know what would happen. He almost wished that his parents were here. Then again, he didn't. His mother most likely would launch into a full blown lecture about proper care that he needed and bore the musical prodigy to tears.
No, it was better that his parents weren't here. It wasn't like anything was going to happen to him. His mother wouldn't have let him out of her sight if she didn't trust Minerva McGonagall unequivocally. Since his parents knew Dumbledore, the mastermind behind the Make A Wish Foundation, his personal assistant was going to chaperone him. For the job, she had been required by his mother to spend the afternoon before they left, training on how to take care of him.
He sighed. He knew how to take care of himself. He had to. It wasn't like he didn't know which pill he needed to take when, even if it was a handful of them. But Minerva had complied, and had actually shown quite a bit of interest. As it turned out, Minerva really wanted to do her job well especially considering Harry Potter was a particular interest to her boss. While she was a bit rigid, once she loosened up he found she wasn't too bad.
"Are you ready to meet your favorite musician?" Minerva asked him cheekily, her eyes peering over her gold rimmed glasses like the observant feline she was. "I've heard he's quite reticent."
That was an exaggerated understatement. He was the epitome of elusiveness and antisocial tendencies. It made him all the more mysterious and alluring. Actually, it wasn't unlike the way that Harry was himself. He understood the need to be utterly alone with the music. It was only in complete solitude that one was really able to compose. No disturbance, just the harmony.
The landing was smooth. Compliments to the pilot. Not that it did anything to calm the nerves that were building up incredible pressure inside of him. Things were going too perfectly and from his past experiences, when things went too well, everything ended up being flipped upside down. His luck always seemed to end up rotten. Maybe this time would be different. Big maybes.
"Welcome to London's Heathrow Airport," announced the pilot in greeting, "we hope you have enjoyed your flight aboard Britain Airways and that you fly with us sometime soon." With having said that, the pilot signed off and the head flight attendant took over to give the passengers instructions in departing from the plane properly.
Same old nonsense. All that was given was practical advice every logical person should know, like how to unfasten their seat belt. Cynicism, hardly becoming in someone his age his mother often told him. Not that it was going to go away, not when he was subjected to flights like this too frequently for his own comfort. His next transatlantic flight was scheduled for next weekend, some new experimental gene therapy that Poppy wanted him to try. Too bad it was in America instead of Switzerland.
Minerva rested her hand gently on his arm, careful not to startle the young man. "Time to go, Harry." He nodded and let her guide him to the aisle, careful not to let anyone jar him since all the medication they were giving him made him continuously lightheaded. He almost smiled at how often she checked to make sure she had his medicine bag with her.
It was when he stepped onto the terminal that his knees began to shake. What had Minerva told him on the short flight? That Severus Snape was going to meet him at the airport. Relief then disappointed flooded him. Severus Snape wasn't there because there were no fans going crazy at the unexpected presence.
Despite his hermit tendencies or because of that, Severus Snape was exceedingly popular with the fans and highly respected by the music community. It was an odd mix, usually artists didn't receive the esteem of both. Then again, Severus Snape was special. Riots only gave further evidence of that. No crowd riots meant no Severus.
"He's not here," Harry said dully, his eyes surveying the crowd one more time carefully but already knowing that he'd missed nothing in his first sweep. It'd be hard to miss the tall, angular and always dressed in black rock star. No, he had not missed anything. Severus simply wasn't there.
Minerva's brown eyes narrowed and with keen perceptiveness scanned the crowd in a mixture of disbelief and anger. Good luck she'd taken this case, she thought furiously. No singer, no matter how famous was going to hurt one of her boys! Especially not one of Albus' boys! "Let go!" she exclaimed fiercely. "I've got some complaining to do to his agent who arranged this! No wish I help arrange goes unfulfilled!"
She was all ready to charge through the crowd when a slender and beautiful young blond man stepped in front of them with a blinding smile on his confident face. "Are you Mr. Harry Potter and Ms. Minerva McGonagall?" Both of them nodded since they couldn't find the voice to speak. Harry was struck by the sexy aura exuding from the platinum blond; Minerva was still shaking from her rage at Severus Snape! "I'm Draco Malfoy," he introduced sophisticatedly. "I'm here to escort you to where Mr. Snape is waiting your arrival."
"Where is he?" Minerva demanded. "He was suppose to meet Harry at the airport! Do you understand how much Harry was been looking forward to this?!"
Admirable. Quite admirable how Draco was taking Minerva's menacing fury. It was even more admirable how Draco tilted his head to Minerva in an apologetic manner. "I do apologize for the misunderstanding; however, we thought it best for Mr. Potter to meet Mr. Snape in a more controlled environment. His fans tend to get unruly."
Another understatement. Harry sensed Minerva wasn't done ranting, and he understood the chaos that was being averted because of this wise decision. Besides, it gave him more time to prepare and let his nerves stop flip-flopping in his stomach. "We understand," Harry stated firmly, offering Draco a warm smile. "Will you please escort us, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco grinned. "Call me Draco. My father's the one that's called Mr. Malfoy."
"Draco," Harry repeated, holding his hand out, "it's nice to meet you."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry."
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"This is all your damn fault," Severus growled, running his hand through his long black hair in extreme agitation. "Bloody hell, Lucius, there's no need to improve my image. I'm already more sought after than I wanted to be! I can't even go to a coffee house and enjoy some black coffee without being bothered by my damn fans!"
Moving so that he was close enough to be touching but not, Lucius drawled in a low teasing voice, "It's because you're so sexy that your fans can't help but be drawn to you. It's your throaty voice, your sensual fingers, your long black hair, your tall muscular form, and that sharp and sarcastic tongue of yours that drives them mad crazy."
"You're not making this any easier," Severus snarled. "Unfortunately, the child's already booked and there's nothing I can do. Lovely, another bran dead fan that likes my music and doesn't understand the lyrics. Simply abso-bloody-lutely fantastic. Too bad I'm a man of my word even if you were the one giving the promise for me."
Lucius smirked and settled his well formed body next to his best friend. "It's the last media bit you'll have to do for a few months at least. This will keep the magazines and the newspapers busy for quite a while. I can only imagine the possible headliners: 'Severus Not Severe, Fulfills Fan's Wish,' 'Reticent Rock Star Grants Dying Wish,' …"
"Running out of clever commentary?" Severus interrupted snidely.
"Hardly," Lucius retorted, "but I can't very well get you in a foul mood when the kid's due to arrive at any moment. Unlike you, I prefer my image to the public to be more marketable in case your fans ever realize that you are a cruel bastard."
"And you're not?" Severus shot back.
Lucius chuckled lightly. "Not a bastard, maybe cruel. Definitely malicious."
"I still don't know how you got such a likable brat like Draco," Severus muttered.
"It's all that pureblood breeding," Lucius responded, his eyebrow lifted with a definite edginess to it. "Never knew your taste ran to younger men though. My, my, I must warn my Dragon. Such a pity my son's incurably straight, you two would make a gorgeous couple."
Severus snorted and shoved hard at Lucius to get him from invading his side of the couch. "You sick pervert."
"Now, now--- it's not my fault I see the beauty of both sides," Lucius murmured softly. "It's such a bloody tragedy you're as stubbornly homosexual as Draco is persistently heterosexual. There are so many more options if you were more receptive to the other sex." Lucius gave an exaggerated sigh of regret. "At least your fans don't know. Your most rabid tend to be female. Interesting enough, this kid is a boy." He paused and gave Severus a scandalous look and winked. "Don't make any proper advances now!"
"You sick bastard. He's a kid, Lucius!"
"Yeah, but he's also male and you are irresistibly attracted to them," Lucius stated carelessly. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. But you can't seduce a minor unless you intend to go to jail and never write music again."
"Damn you," Severus muttered. "I hate you."
"I know."
~
Whatever he'd been expecting, it was vastly different. At the same time, it suited the atmosphere he'd conjured in his mind for Severus Snape. He'd thought Severus' quarters would be all black and sleek furnishing but he was delightful mistaken. The rooms were decorated in sleek silver and dark gunmetal gray in an entirely tasteful manner. Masculine yet elegant.
"If you will follow me this way," the platinum blond young man murmured smoothly, gesturing for Harry and Minerva to tag along after him. "Mr. Snape is expecting you in his study."
Each step was a step closer to his dream. Every moment brought him closer to meeting the man that he worshipped and desired. Bloody hell. He felt the beginnings of a full blown body blush beginning at his cheeks and spreading down to the tips of his toes. He didn't want it to be so obvious, his eagerness to see his idol. It was embarrassing enough as it was that he had no idea what he wanted to say to the man.
As they drew closer, he heard voices--- one crisp and aristocratic in inflection and another that was more subdued, but no less ear catching. No wonder why, it was Severus' silky smooth voice. That velvet edged voice. His ears strained to hear what they were saying, but he couldn't quite catch the words.
Their elegant escort coughed to get their attention and gave them an apologetic smile. "It seems that Mr. Snape is busy discussing business affairs with my father, if you won't mind waiting…" his voice trailed off when the door at the end of the hallway in which they were heading to slammed open.
Out stalked Severus Snape garbed in skin tight black leather pants with a dark sleek gray collared shirt unbutton enough to show his creamy chest, just enough to make Harry want to turn into a puddle of drool. Sexy, tempting, dear god his fantasy was coming true--- he really was going to meet Severus Snape. It wasn't just a dream anymore; it was going to be a reality.
Reality crashed. "I am not taking the brat on tour of London!" Severus roared at the tall, well formed long blond man that was striding toward him from the room he'd just exited. "I have things that must be done! I never agreed to fulfilling any child's wish! This is your damn publicity stunt, so why don't you grant him---" He stopped in mid tirade when he realized that the so called child he was talking about was standing there with the most distressing expression.
So much for the dream. This was a freaking nightmare. Harry didn't know what to do. He didn't want to stay, but where else could he go? Anywhere, anywhere else but stand there and take this load of crap from--- from the man he admired most! Turning abruptly around, he thought it was ironic justice that he was stalking out of the room not unlike Severus Snape.
"HOW DARE YOU!" came the outraged voice of a middle-aged woman, who did not back down at the tremendous glare he sent her way. Instead, she only marched right up to him and jabbed her finger into his chest. "ARE YOU A HUMAN BEING?" she cried out sharply. "Do you understand that that young man is terminally ill and is dying? And that his greatest wish was to meet you before he goes on one of his experimental treatments that will probably kill him?
"His chances of survival are marginal at best! Do you realize how rare it is for leukemia to go into remission twice?" Minerva asked, but more like demanded a response from the cold blooded man in front of her. "And yet, with the limited time that he has left on this Earth, he chose to spend a week of it with you! What's even worse is that you can't even pretend to make him happy! Is it so hard? To make a sweet, innocent boy that worships you happy? Are you that jaded?"
Awkward silence descended. It was only disturbed when Draco just gave Severus a glance that said 'you've messed up big time, but I'll see if I can fix it' before strolling off to follow Harry's abrupt retreat. No one left in the room said anything, though Minerva kept glowering at him with quite a bit of bite for a woman of her size. Severus was mildly impressed, though he'd be damned if he showed it especially since Lucius was looking too full of himself.
Everyone seemed to be waiting on him. Why was he always the one that had to do something? Because he was famous. Because he was the celebrity. Because he was Severus bloody Snape. If he didn't love making music so much, he'd really think that he was being punished for his natural talents. But when he played, he forgot about everything else.
Unfortunately, he tended to do that more often than he should. This was one of those cases. He'd forgotten that his life wasn't only about music; it was also about the fans to. While a good majority were annoying prats, this kid--- actually the kid hadn't looked like a kid but rather like a young man around Lucius' son's age. Definitely not a child, not even a boy--- he was a young man. This fan wasn't just any fan, this fan was a terminally ill fan.
Rotten selective memory. He'd let that part totally slip from his mind. He certainly hadn't meant to upset the young man, even if he was rather irritated with Lucius. Narrowing his dark eyes, he glared at his best friend with enough venom to kill the condescending git if he'd been a serpent. Too bad it failed to ruffle the conceited Malfoy. Nothing did, actually.
"I had not realized that…"
"Harry Potter," Lucius supplied the name.
"Mr. Potter had arrived," Severus continued his explanation to the glowering woman standing in front of him. She was a good deal more formidable than any that he'd recently had recently had the displeasure of meeting. Impressive really. "My hasty words," he remarked, "were in no way aimed at his person, but at my…" he let his eyes drift to where Lucius was standing with casual elegance, "agent who arranged this without letting me know until it had already been finalized."
"That is still no excuse!" Minerva retorted. "You should have shown him more courtesy than you did, especially when you saw that he was standing there eagerly awaiting to meet you! You've crushed his spirits! What are you going to do?"
"Yes, Severus," Lucius drawled, "what are you going to do?"
Fuck. He had no idea. Bloody hell.
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Author's Note: I must say if I get as many reviews as I did for the first chapters, I'll continue this thing. I'm writing this on demand only ;p. So the more that demand it, then the sooner I'll write it. It's competing against MOP and well MOP has an outline and this out of the blue fanfic doesn't ;p.
If you want updates, join the MOP mailing list (link in profile). So does the 2nd chapter live up to the first? How do you like the integration of Minerva and Draco? Severus' reaction? Poor Harry? Second song meaning? What do you think will happen? Review please!
Sev going after Harry is a given, but here are your choices for additional scenes: 'Mione's transplant, Draco & Lucius talking, Draco comforting Harry scene, Draco getting upset with Severus. (add why you want the scene too).
Thanks to Tati, Shnna Seanachai, Zatara, Chrisie (pun was intended), Jiltanith, Hippy Flower=Voldie's kid, Corgi, ChibiK, Eaiva le Fray, Lapis Lazuli, FantasyChick, Trinalla, BlackUmbridge, Coo, Kimdalia, Mia, Midnight Flower, Aimee Mariesky (it is an AU), Alicorn, Malakai (of course not, I interrogated you too much during the IM convo), witchchild (I do try to be odd girl out), Naia, Jewelclaw Lady of Wind, Vy, LauraBlade, Kateri, chibi, Agent0069, Black Rose, Quickjewel, Ms. Padfoot, wintermoon.
Domaris: Aw how cute. You book-marked it!
Jane: Yeah, I know. This was suppose to be an Orlando Bloom fanfic, but the site that hosts it went down so I turned it into a Harry Potter story instead. I'm more obsessed with Snape than OB anyway. I just didn't really want to do another HP/SS, this might overshadow MOP.
Tempest: Yes he does. Leukemia ;p.
Sela: You and a crowd of others it seems.
Artemisu: I actually devote a bit of dialogue to Harry's adversity too. We'll see if this ends happy or not. I have a tendency to both. My stories are split btw happy and sad. ^_^ and open.
Setsuri: 'Mione will be discussed, she's probably the character most like me in the Trio. So how can I not include her?
Abraxis: Don't hold onto the past, it only drags you down, is the main premise of the song. Harry won't let his cancer stop him from enjoying the rest of his life that he has left. The first song is for Harry. The second is for Severus. And you're right about the rest of the chapter adding to the song.
The Goddess Artemis: I would read the songs, they add to the character, depending which song is about which character.