-THE CURSED POSITION
CHAPTER 3
Snape's head was aching! He grabbed the pitcher on his bed side table, filled a goblet with water and drank it in one gulp.
He was eternally grateful to Dumbledore for giving him a second chance, when no one else would. For believing in him when he realized he didn't want to be a death eater any longer. And for that he has always obliged to his every request.
Last year he had to give Harry Occlumency lessons. He went against his pride, principles and convictions, in order not to say no to Dumbledore. But there are things that reach the limits in which one can go.
Kali made him feel so uneasy, like the ground was being pulled off from under his feet! He didn't trust her and the worst thing of all, was that nobody seemed to notice it!
He threw his robe on a chair and didn't bother taking the rest of his clothes off. He was laying in his bed, staring at the celling like he had done so many times, lost in his thoughts. He couldn't think of one single happy memory throughout his life, he could never fit in.
He's learned to survive in his own terms, to defend himself and make people respect him, even if it meant they would have to fear him. While he was being intimidating, no one could touch him, he felt safe behind that huge wall he had created to separate him from the rest of the world. Everything felt safe until... that woman showed up.
He was so tired .... he easily started to doze.
His worries were slowly dissipating, he was feeling warm, relaxed.... Silence.... there was this smell, nutmeg... no, it was sweeter... where had he smelled that before? He couldn't remember, he was too numb to think.
Someone was in the room, moving things around, there was a noise of drawers opening and the noise of papers being manipulated. He thought he saw a figure move fast from one side to the other of the room.
Suddenly he came back to his senses and was fully aware of his surroundings. He wanted to get up, to see who it was, but even though he knew his bedroom was being searched by a stranger, he couldn't move or open his eyes much. What ... or who? Why couldn't he move?
The water!
It was Kali, she came into his bedroom while he was with Dumbledore and put somthing in the water.
His mind started to race, he wanted to end the spell, but he couldn't reach his wand... it was useless, he would have to wait there until the effects wore off.
What was she looking for?
"I knew something wasn't right about that woman!", he thought.
That went on for what seemed like forever until he started to be able to move again, but slowly. By the time he pulled himself up no one was there and to his surprise, it was already morning. A whole night had gone and he had been paralyzed, conscious, but paralyzed.
He was exhausted. He had a whole day ahead of him and he didn't get any sleep.
He stood up and washed his face with cold water, then tried to see if something important was missing. Although he couldn't think of anything that could possibly be of any importance to anyone.
Nothing was amiss.
Snape went to the Great Hall, looking for Dumbledore. He scanned the room to see if Professor Nox was anywhere near. Thankfully she hadn't come down for breakfast yet and he went straight to Dumbledore.
"Headmaster, something has come to my attention... ", Snape saw that McGonagall and the other teachers seemed to notice how agitated he was and were listening to them couriously, "Could I speak to you in private?"
"Can't it wait until I finish my breakfast, Severus?", Dumbledore asked eyeing him over his spectacles.
"No it can't.", Snape was dead serious.
"Very well...", Dumbledore stood up and both of them left through the back door and went to Dumbledore's office.
"Alright, what's on your mind, Severus?"
Snape proceeded to tell Dumbledore the events from the previous night, since the moment he had left his office.
"Severus, I hardly believe poor Professor Nox could have done such a thing! I think you got upset with her interference when you were punishing the students and you had a dream...", Dumbledore was saying it so matter-of- factly that Snape wanted to strangle him.
"I wasn't dreaming, it was happening! I was fully conscious!", he said fuming.
"Well, did she take something?, asked Dumbledore.
"No, I couldn't see anything different... but maybe she didn't find what she was looking for!", said Snape.
"You know, Severus, there's a condition in the muggle world called 'Sleep Paralysis' and it's very commom to happen when people are under a lot of stress in their lives.", he looked at Snape condescendingly, "What with your spying job and the dislike you have towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers every year, could surely make you very susceptible to that kind of episode."
Snape's mouth fell open. He couldn't believe Dumbledore was brushing it all off as a mental condition!
"Was he listening to anything I said?", he thought.
Dumbledore continued, "This condition puts you in that state between sleep and consciousness where your body is still sleeping, but your mind is somehow conscious. So even though you're conscious, you can't move. While that happens, it's very common to have hallucinations..."
"I refuse to listen to anymore of that, I do not hallucinate!, Snape tried as hard as he could to control himself and said, "Excuse me Headmaster, I have a class now!"
He turned on his heels and left, going to the dungeons.
"Sleep Paralysis! That old men is the one who needs treatment!"
It looked like if he was going to find out that woman's purposes at Hogwarts, he would have to do it alone.
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CHAPTER 3
Snape's head was aching! He grabbed the pitcher on his bed side table, filled a goblet with water and drank it in one gulp.
He was eternally grateful to Dumbledore for giving him a second chance, when no one else would. For believing in him when he realized he didn't want to be a death eater any longer. And for that he has always obliged to his every request.
Last year he had to give Harry Occlumency lessons. He went against his pride, principles and convictions, in order not to say no to Dumbledore. But there are things that reach the limits in which one can go.
Kali made him feel so uneasy, like the ground was being pulled off from under his feet! He didn't trust her and the worst thing of all, was that nobody seemed to notice it!
He threw his robe on a chair and didn't bother taking the rest of his clothes off. He was laying in his bed, staring at the celling like he had done so many times, lost in his thoughts. He couldn't think of one single happy memory throughout his life, he could never fit in.
He's learned to survive in his own terms, to defend himself and make people respect him, even if it meant they would have to fear him. While he was being intimidating, no one could touch him, he felt safe behind that huge wall he had created to separate him from the rest of the world. Everything felt safe until... that woman showed up.
He was so tired .... he easily started to doze.
His worries were slowly dissipating, he was feeling warm, relaxed.... Silence.... there was this smell, nutmeg... no, it was sweeter... where had he smelled that before? He couldn't remember, he was too numb to think.
Someone was in the room, moving things around, there was a noise of drawers opening and the noise of papers being manipulated. He thought he saw a figure move fast from one side to the other of the room.
Suddenly he came back to his senses and was fully aware of his surroundings. He wanted to get up, to see who it was, but even though he knew his bedroom was being searched by a stranger, he couldn't move or open his eyes much. What ... or who? Why couldn't he move?
The water!
It was Kali, she came into his bedroom while he was with Dumbledore and put somthing in the water.
His mind started to race, he wanted to end the spell, but he couldn't reach his wand... it was useless, he would have to wait there until the effects wore off.
What was she looking for?
"I knew something wasn't right about that woman!", he thought.
That went on for what seemed like forever until he started to be able to move again, but slowly. By the time he pulled himself up no one was there and to his surprise, it was already morning. A whole night had gone and he had been paralyzed, conscious, but paralyzed.
He was exhausted. He had a whole day ahead of him and he didn't get any sleep.
He stood up and washed his face with cold water, then tried to see if something important was missing. Although he couldn't think of anything that could possibly be of any importance to anyone.
Nothing was amiss.
Snape went to the Great Hall, looking for Dumbledore. He scanned the room to see if Professor Nox was anywhere near. Thankfully she hadn't come down for breakfast yet and he went straight to Dumbledore.
"Headmaster, something has come to my attention... ", Snape saw that McGonagall and the other teachers seemed to notice how agitated he was and were listening to them couriously, "Could I speak to you in private?"
"Can't it wait until I finish my breakfast, Severus?", Dumbledore asked eyeing him over his spectacles.
"No it can't.", Snape was dead serious.
"Very well...", Dumbledore stood up and both of them left through the back door and went to Dumbledore's office.
"Alright, what's on your mind, Severus?"
Snape proceeded to tell Dumbledore the events from the previous night, since the moment he had left his office.
"Severus, I hardly believe poor Professor Nox could have done such a thing! I think you got upset with her interference when you were punishing the students and you had a dream...", Dumbledore was saying it so matter-of- factly that Snape wanted to strangle him.
"I wasn't dreaming, it was happening! I was fully conscious!", he said fuming.
"Well, did she take something?, asked Dumbledore.
"No, I couldn't see anything different... but maybe she didn't find what she was looking for!", said Snape.
"You know, Severus, there's a condition in the muggle world called 'Sleep Paralysis' and it's very commom to happen when people are under a lot of stress in their lives.", he looked at Snape condescendingly, "What with your spying job and the dislike you have towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers every year, could surely make you very susceptible to that kind of episode."
Snape's mouth fell open. He couldn't believe Dumbledore was brushing it all off as a mental condition!
"Was he listening to anything I said?", he thought.
Dumbledore continued, "This condition puts you in that state between sleep and consciousness where your body is still sleeping, but your mind is somehow conscious. So even though you're conscious, you can't move. While that happens, it's very common to have hallucinations..."
"I refuse to listen to anymore of that, I do not hallucinate!, Snape tried as hard as he could to control himself and said, "Excuse me Headmaster, I have a class now!"
He turned on his heels and left, going to the dungeons.
"Sleep Paralysis! That old men is the one who needs treatment!"
It looked like if he was going to find out that woman's purposes at Hogwarts, he would have to do it alone.
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