My Name: X-Lynn McTavels
Story Title: Sea Star *Until I figure out a different title*
Rating: PG 13
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Chapter Six:
~*What Dreams May Come*~
Snape sat up most of the night reading, half too curious of whom the girl was and why she seemed familiar and half too fearsome of what dreams may come. So he poured over his books of sea legends and then his potions and then back again. But as he was only a man sleep soon took hold of him, making his hand loosen its grip on the book and letting it fall to the ground.
As he slept his mind was hunted by a song he had heard with out knowing it many times over when he was younger. It sounded only as an ocean breeze and the waves lapping at the shore but he had listened closer while drifting off to sleep. A girl's voice calling to him with the words,
Sailor come to me
Answer my call, here my plea
Sailor come to me
Fill thy heart with love for me
Sailor come to me
Hear my song for entirety
Sailor come to me
In the depths of the sea
Sailor come to me
This hadn't been the only song she had sung to him, but it was the one she sung most often. Of course he didn't know it was her. Or truly that he had been hearing these songs. She had sang them to him when he was too angry, too scared, to upset, to any of these things to sleep. She made sure he could rest easy and nightmares wouldn't rear their ugly heads. She had made sure that he knew that there was hope for his nightmares to end and that she loved him.
But he thought these only to be dreams, he never knew them to be real. No he only knew the pain of his father's beatings, the hate he felt for the world and himself, the fear of his father finally getting too violent for him to survive the next hit. These were the truths he knew, these along with the facts that there was more suffering then joy, more pain then pleasure, and that these good things were short lived. This is what he knew the world he lived in, his reality, to be. But his dreams, his dreams had been kind when he was younger; they had left a sweet after taste in his very being and a longing to once again return to the dream land.
But he knew it wasn't healthy to hang on to such false hopes, such nonsense, such silly child's dreams. He knew that to make it in the world he'd have to leave those to only being dreams, he couldn't let them make him soft. He had to be strong and tough to be able and even live in the real world. That was the one thing his father had done right by him, he knew nothing was fun and nothing was games. Life was pain, and you had to just get use to it and do what was told, or risk getting killed. This is what he lived by, until the day he had figured out he could be the one to cause the pain instead of having to take it. He could be on top while the other people coward at his feet. This was the day he had broken free of his father's hold on him, but not fully for he still feared him. But he could hide that fear, it was easy enough. Just be twice as shut up and it was easy to not let anything hurt you. Of course that meant never feeling the good things either but what use were they? All they ever did was get him beaten harder then if he was already suffering.
But still she sang to him, still she loved him, and still he never knew it to be real. Only a dream that may come again, but also it might not.
Story Title: Sea Star *Until I figure out a different title*
Rating: PG 13
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Chapter Six:
~*What Dreams May Come*~
Snape sat up most of the night reading, half too curious of whom the girl was and why she seemed familiar and half too fearsome of what dreams may come. So he poured over his books of sea legends and then his potions and then back again. But as he was only a man sleep soon took hold of him, making his hand loosen its grip on the book and letting it fall to the ground.
As he slept his mind was hunted by a song he had heard with out knowing it many times over when he was younger. It sounded only as an ocean breeze and the waves lapping at the shore but he had listened closer while drifting off to sleep. A girl's voice calling to him with the words,
Sailor come to me
Answer my call, here my plea
Sailor come to me
Fill thy heart with love for me
Sailor come to me
Hear my song for entirety
Sailor come to me
In the depths of the sea
Sailor come to me
This hadn't been the only song she had sung to him, but it was the one she sung most often. Of course he didn't know it was her. Or truly that he had been hearing these songs. She had sang them to him when he was too angry, too scared, to upset, to any of these things to sleep. She made sure he could rest easy and nightmares wouldn't rear their ugly heads. She had made sure that he knew that there was hope for his nightmares to end and that she loved him.
But he thought these only to be dreams, he never knew them to be real. No he only knew the pain of his father's beatings, the hate he felt for the world and himself, the fear of his father finally getting too violent for him to survive the next hit. These were the truths he knew, these along with the facts that there was more suffering then joy, more pain then pleasure, and that these good things were short lived. This is what he knew the world he lived in, his reality, to be. But his dreams, his dreams had been kind when he was younger; they had left a sweet after taste in his very being and a longing to once again return to the dream land.
But he knew it wasn't healthy to hang on to such false hopes, such nonsense, such silly child's dreams. He knew that to make it in the world he'd have to leave those to only being dreams, he couldn't let them make him soft. He had to be strong and tough to be able and even live in the real world. That was the one thing his father had done right by him, he knew nothing was fun and nothing was games. Life was pain, and you had to just get use to it and do what was told, or risk getting killed. This is what he lived by, until the day he had figured out he could be the one to cause the pain instead of having to take it. He could be on top while the other people coward at his feet. This was the day he had broken free of his father's hold on him, but not fully for he still feared him. But he could hide that fear, it was easy enough. Just be twice as shut up and it was easy to not let anything hurt you. Of course that meant never feeling the good things either but what use were they? All they ever did was get him beaten harder then if he was already suffering.
But still she sang to him, still she loved him, and still he never knew it to be real. Only a dream that may come again, but also it might not.