My Name: X-Lynn McTavels
Story Title: Sea Star *Until I figure out a different title*
Rating: PG 13
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Chapter Seven:
~*Gifts from the Sea*~
He awoke in the middle of the night with that heavenly sent of the sea side lingering in between the realm of dreams and the awaking. He took a deep breath forcing himself to think he was truly smelling it. But it was lost as soon as this was done. He sighed and opened his eyes to low burning embers in the hearth.
"Why is it I never remember that dream?" He asked himself stretching his back, "Ow..." He had fallen asleep in his favorite chair next to the fire in his sitting room. Now there was a large knot in his lower back. He rubbed it nothing fatal. He sighed and picked up his book marking his page with a book mark. He rose out of the chair and set his book on the small three legged table between his chair and the one next to it. Walking over to his bed room he tried to remember the dream, that was the danger of the night, he had spare time, and in his spare time he could think of anything that surfaced out of his deep, cloudy pool of thoughts. How easily the dream slipped through the barriers he set up around it. The barriers must not have been that strong for in his heart wasn't in it, its desire was to know them for what they were. But his head always stopped it at that, only letting it make him want to know what it was. But never could, or would let him.
He sat at the edge of his bed looking longingly out his window, if only he could see the ocean from here. Then Hogwarts would be perfect, it was close enough though. He liked his home here, maybe even loved it. But he never really knew love so he couldn't be sure. But he knew it was the only place he had even felt safe, save when he was swimming at his family's beach. Every summer they went to the beach house. The house and the beach property had been in his family for generations, almost as long as the family its self had been around. He knew if he had ever loved anything that was the closest thing to it. He had had an interest in the ocean since he was a little boy; he had a sea shell collection that seemed to put even the beach to shame. He knew the name of every one, he knew the times of all the tides, most of the animals, all the legends, and so much more it was a wonder his head didn't bust from all the knowledge.
But his father told him he was wasting his life with such things, he more often then not took anything Snape had in his room having to do with the ocean and threw it into the fire. But every time his father took these things away, he started to build up his collection all over again. He soon grew wise to this vicious cycle and started to hide everything, this way only had he kept his precious treasures. He opened one of his dresser draws and took out a small bundle of cloth. It was an old ragged handkerchief and didn't look important, but looks couldn't be trusted. He unwrapped it and let a small black orb roll into his open palm. It was a black pearl that he now held in his hand, he studied it with his equally black eyes. He hadn't found this himself, it had been on his window sill and some one had left it there. He knew this because the night after that he had found several sharks teeth, and after that the shell he had forgotten on the rocks two days before. He had only realized he had done so after his father had finished generously giving him a bloody nose and then sending him to his bedroom. He wasn't sure on why he had forgotten it there but he knew something had happened that had made him forget it there.
But he didn't know what it had been, he barely remembered getting in that night. Besides the red drops of blood smearing his pillow case, when he let his nose go to hold the very ragged handkerchief he was now holding up to it pinch off the flow. He looked at the handkerchief it was so old now, it was stained a reddish-brown from all the blood that had leaked from his nose that night. It was worn from the many times he had pulled it out of and put it back into his pocket. He remembered checking his nose to see if it had been broken, no not this time. Then he went over to his window and peered out at the moon lit waves. He was about to get into bed when a glimmer on his window sill caught his eye. He looked down to find the little pearl sitting there nestled in a small pile of sand to keep it from rolling away. He leaned out of his window to see if any one was there, not a soul.
After a while of staring at it he took up his wand from his desk top and poked at it. One could never be to careful, nothing happened. So throwing caution to the wind he slowly picked it up. It was cold to the touch from having sat so long in the moon light. He looked around once more at any indication that the person that had left it was still there. Still no one, so he gently wrapped it in his handkerchief with the blood drying on it. Then carefully put it into his hiding place for such things, all of this was down with a fogged mind from pain and want of sleep. So he didn't truly know what he was doing, so as soon as he lay down in his bed he had forgotten it was in there. Until the next night when he found the shark teeth. Who was it leaving him these gifts and why? This ran through his mind every time he found another one. He hid them all away quickly so he wouldn't have to part with them. He still didn't know to this day, but he felt it had some thing to do with his dream he couldn't remember.
Snape wrapped the pearl back up and placed it back at the bottom in his draw hidden underneath his socks next to the other little gifts from the sea.
Story Title: Sea Star *Until I figure out a different title*
Rating: PG 13
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Chapter Seven:
~*Gifts from the Sea*~
He awoke in the middle of the night with that heavenly sent of the sea side lingering in between the realm of dreams and the awaking. He took a deep breath forcing himself to think he was truly smelling it. But it was lost as soon as this was done. He sighed and opened his eyes to low burning embers in the hearth.
"Why is it I never remember that dream?" He asked himself stretching his back, "Ow..." He had fallen asleep in his favorite chair next to the fire in his sitting room. Now there was a large knot in his lower back. He rubbed it nothing fatal. He sighed and picked up his book marking his page with a book mark. He rose out of the chair and set his book on the small three legged table between his chair and the one next to it. Walking over to his bed room he tried to remember the dream, that was the danger of the night, he had spare time, and in his spare time he could think of anything that surfaced out of his deep, cloudy pool of thoughts. How easily the dream slipped through the barriers he set up around it. The barriers must not have been that strong for in his heart wasn't in it, its desire was to know them for what they were. But his head always stopped it at that, only letting it make him want to know what it was. But never could, or would let him.
He sat at the edge of his bed looking longingly out his window, if only he could see the ocean from here. Then Hogwarts would be perfect, it was close enough though. He liked his home here, maybe even loved it. But he never really knew love so he couldn't be sure. But he knew it was the only place he had even felt safe, save when he was swimming at his family's beach. Every summer they went to the beach house. The house and the beach property had been in his family for generations, almost as long as the family its self had been around. He knew if he had ever loved anything that was the closest thing to it. He had had an interest in the ocean since he was a little boy; he had a sea shell collection that seemed to put even the beach to shame. He knew the name of every one, he knew the times of all the tides, most of the animals, all the legends, and so much more it was a wonder his head didn't bust from all the knowledge.
But his father told him he was wasting his life with such things, he more often then not took anything Snape had in his room having to do with the ocean and threw it into the fire. But every time his father took these things away, he started to build up his collection all over again. He soon grew wise to this vicious cycle and started to hide everything, this way only had he kept his precious treasures. He opened one of his dresser draws and took out a small bundle of cloth. It was an old ragged handkerchief and didn't look important, but looks couldn't be trusted. He unwrapped it and let a small black orb roll into his open palm. It was a black pearl that he now held in his hand, he studied it with his equally black eyes. He hadn't found this himself, it had been on his window sill and some one had left it there. He knew this because the night after that he had found several sharks teeth, and after that the shell he had forgotten on the rocks two days before. He had only realized he had done so after his father had finished generously giving him a bloody nose and then sending him to his bedroom. He wasn't sure on why he had forgotten it there but he knew something had happened that had made him forget it there.
But he didn't know what it had been, he barely remembered getting in that night. Besides the red drops of blood smearing his pillow case, when he let his nose go to hold the very ragged handkerchief he was now holding up to it pinch off the flow. He looked at the handkerchief it was so old now, it was stained a reddish-brown from all the blood that had leaked from his nose that night. It was worn from the many times he had pulled it out of and put it back into his pocket. He remembered checking his nose to see if it had been broken, no not this time. Then he went over to his window and peered out at the moon lit waves. He was about to get into bed when a glimmer on his window sill caught his eye. He looked down to find the little pearl sitting there nestled in a small pile of sand to keep it from rolling away. He leaned out of his window to see if any one was there, not a soul.
After a while of staring at it he took up his wand from his desk top and poked at it. One could never be to careful, nothing happened. So throwing caution to the wind he slowly picked it up. It was cold to the touch from having sat so long in the moon light. He looked around once more at any indication that the person that had left it was still there. Still no one, so he gently wrapped it in his handkerchief with the blood drying on it. Then carefully put it into his hiding place for such things, all of this was down with a fogged mind from pain and want of sleep. So he didn't truly know what he was doing, so as soon as he lay down in his bed he had forgotten it was in there. Until the next night when he found the shark teeth. Who was it leaving him these gifts and why? This ran through his mind every time he found another one. He hid them all away quickly so he wouldn't have to part with them. He still didn't know to this day, but he felt it had some thing to do with his dream he couldn't remember.
Snape wrapped the pearl back up and placed it back at the bottom in his draw hidden underneath his socks next to the other little gifts from the sea.